The sound of the crane sounded from behind him again, and Yi Yunfei's hair stood on end, and his figure jumped up suddenly.

The Daguan knife appeared in his hand again, and he instinctively slashed down behind him, and when it sounded, Yi Yunfei, who turned around, raised his eyes and saw the streamer-like flying sword stabbing at him again.

Not far away, the purple-robed young man looked at him with a hideous face, this person's eyes were red, his hair was scattered, and his long hair stood up by the wind. He was furious, his eyes were weeping, and he roared at Yi Yunfei bitterly: "Yi Yunfei, you are so ruthless, so vicious! I will break your corpse into ten thousand pieces, and I will cut off the heads of all the people in your Yiyun Sect, spread them under the floor tiles in front of the gate of Qingyun City, and trample them on by ten thousand people!"

Yi Yunfei was a little surprised, but his expression didn't change much, he sneered and said, "So what? Are the elites of the Qingyun Sect amazing? The elites of the Qingyun Sect can be shameless, and they want me to wash my neck and wait for you to kill me?"

"You are dead, the Diyun Army and the Jade Sword Peak are the core of the Qingyun Sect, if you dare to slaughter on a large scale, the entire Qingyun Sect will use all its strength to crush you to ashes!" Where is the purple-robed young man still holding the initial victory ticket, his face is hideous, like madness.

He is a genius disciple of Jade Sword Peak, he has cultivated to terror at a young age, he has always been high, and the journey has been smooth, where has he ever encountered such a setback? He borrowed the guidance of the flying sword and rushed out of the formation, but he could only watch the same sect kill each other and die, and his heart shook for a while, and a mouthful of reverse blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth and sprinkled on the earth.

"Still fighting?" Yi Yunfei didn't want to continue the verbal dispute with the purple-robed young man, and said coldly.

The purple-robed young man seemed to be awakened from a dream by Yi Yunfei, looked at Yi Yunfei fiercely with resentful eyes, and screamed, "I'll kill you!"

The flying sword circling around Yi Yunfei suddenly flew up, and the purple-robed man slapped his chest with a palm, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, not a drop of red blood fell to the ground, and all of it was sprayed on the flying sword with flowing light.

With the blood infiltration of the young man's heart, the flying sword seemed to be infused with terrifying power, and the volley rose in the air, growing in the wind, becoming more than thirty meters in size, with gusts of wind and thunder, and slashed towards Yi Yunfei.

The surrounding space seemed to be imprisoned, and Yi Yunfei's body could not move a bit, and he watched as the flying sword slashed down towards the top of his head.

"Die!" The purple-robed young man spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, his body was shaky, but his eyes were full of excitement and madness, and he looked at Yi Yunfei's blood splash on the spot with anticipation.

"That person is Yuan Ziyi, I remember, it is said that this person was born to enter the Xuan, he entered the Xuanxuan at the age of six, and now he is sixteen years old, and he has actually entered the cultivation of the eighth layer of the Xuanxuan!"

It's not that they have an emotional bias towards who wins and who loses, it's just that this hellish scene on earth is so terrifying that they subconsciously hope that someone can put an end to it.

"Flying Star Streamer Sword, when this flying sword appeared in Yizhou, countless sects were crazy about it, but I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of Qingyun Sect in the end, and it was still in the hands of this young man!" As a monk, most people will be even more obsessed with flying sword magic weapons, and most people's eyes are closely focused on the huge flying sword in the sky, with envy on their faces.

"Qingyun Sect is Qingyun Sect in the end, a genius disciple of Jade Sword Peak is so powerful, Yi Yunfei is still a little weaker after all, even if he can block this time, he is afraid that it will be difficult to deal with next time!"

"Doesn't Yi Yunfei have a sect, it is said to be called Yi Yunzong!" someone reminded.

"Forget it, a small sect in a remote place over there in Nanguang is like a super oil bottle. It is estimated that if it weren't for the drag of this sect, Yi Yunfei would have been in the sky a long time ago, where would he still need to fight to the death with the Qingyun Sect here?" someone guessed part of the truth, shook his head and said.

Yi Yunfei sensed the threat, the power of this flying sword had surpassed those magic weapons he had encountered. His mind kept flickering, and in the blink of an eye, he had touched the Nine Turns Ruyi Bead dozens of times.

The golden light shone, the state of the golden armor was touched, and in the blink of an eye, Yi Yunfei was like a god, standing in the air, covered by the golden armor, and the light was dazzling.

After the encounter in Changwu Mountain, his bloodline has changed a lot, and it seems that he has received more recognition from the Nine Turns Ruyi Bead, and the probability of starting the Golden Armor state is also much higher. He raised his hands and slapped his palms together at the huge flying sword like a mosquito.

"When!" The sound like Hong Zhong Da Lu echoed for a long time, and the picture seemed to become exquisite, Yi Yunfei held the flying sword tightly with a pair of golden palms, half of the roots between his hands, and the flying sword could no longer move.

"Impossible!" Yuan Ziyi screamed, his fingers raised, wanting to drive the flying sword, but he found that Yuan Li was empty for a while, and his body felt extremely weak, and he couldn't help but be frightened, and his face was so white that it was almost transparent.

He looked at Yi Yunfei in disbelief and muttered, "Is this still in the formation?"

"Your cultivation is too high, and the amount of Yuan Li can't be used up, so I will arrange a scattered spirit array to help you dredge and dredge!" Yi Yunfei said with a chuckle.

Yuan Ziyi's whole person shrank down, he completely lost his fighting spirit, he felt his body weak for a while, and thought it was a normal reaction after squirting blood from his heart to trigger the flying sword. It wasn't until Yi Yunfei restrained the Flying Star Streamer Sword out of thin air in the golden armor state, and when he wanted to drive the Flying Sword again, that he realized that the disappearance of this power was too fast and weird, but it was too late.

Even if Yi Yunfei has the existence of [Heaven Devouring Decision], he still has the worry of exhausting his Yuan power, not to mention his Yuan Ziyi's Tongxuan Realm, Yuan Power is the foundation of everything, and Yuan Ziyi's cultivation without Yuan Power is like a cliff, and the real combat power is at most the peak of Xuan.

He watched Yi Yunfei fly towards him, holding the flying sword that originally belonged to him in his hand, and slashed down diagonally.

The scene in front of him spun for a while, he saw the same people who were still fighting frantically around him, he saw Yi Yunfei's cold eyes, he suddenly regretted a little, he should not be instigated by some people to meddle in this matter that had nothing to do with him.

He is the pride of the heavens, and he is the object of Qingyun Sect's key training. As long as he doesn't betray the sect, even if he doesn't do anything for the sect, when he breaks through to the realm of entering the gods, he is the weapon of this sect to deter the heroes, and he can always be high. But everything disappeared with one of his rash actions.

The head that fell to the ground, watching his body fall from the sky, and the darkness in front of his eyes, Yuan Ziyi's life came to an end full of remorse.

"Yuan Ziyi is dead!" countless people who paid attention to this couldn't help but mutter.

Qingyun Sect's Jade Sword Peak, an attic exploded, tiles and sawdust scattered in all directions, and a white-robed old man let out an angry roar, rushing up, and the terrible roar kept surrounding the mountain, alarming countless Qingyun disciples.

The old man was furious, his terrifying aura flipped over, and the sky and clouds were stirred, like a craggy monster. The ground was windy, and the bricks and tiles scattered around and the thick red lacquered wooden pillars were directly rolled up and hovered in the sky.

"Yi Yunfei, you should be damned, damn it!" The roar full of hatred almost spread throughout the Qingyun Sect.

Qingyun Sect, which looked like a harmonious group on the surface, heard this roar and just sneered. Some people looked at the old man from afar, and their eyes were even more cold. Some people smile and find a good wine that has been treasured for many years and drink it comfortably.

"Ring the Shocking Cloud Bell, gather all the disciples, and kill Yi Yunfei!" The old man's aura slowly retracted, and he ordered loudly towards the Jade Sword Peak disciples below.

"Yes!" The Jade Sword Peak disciple who was stared at by the old man's eyes hesitated for a moment, and finally reluctantly possessed a salute.

However, before this Jade Sword Peak disciple moved, a clear voice came slowly, and the man chuckled and said, "Ring the Shocking Cloud Bell, it seems that only the sect master has this right, right?" When did Elder Fang become the sect master of the Qingyun Sect, why didn't Yang hear about it?"