At this moment, Yi Xunfeng finally raised his eyes slightly, looked at the man, and said in an extremely cold and light tone with a warning: "I'm looking for Bai Qing Shengzun, please lead the way, otherwise ......"

Finding that Yi Xunfeng's blue pupils were flashing with a treacherous and murderous light, all of a sudden, the eighteen people were shocked again.

After suppressing the throbbing in his heart, the warrior in the center said loudly, "How about it, boy, don't run rampant here, this is the Fairy Spirit Domain!"

The corners of Yi Xunfeng's cold lips raised slightly, and then he raised his hand and slowly pulled out the Shadow Inheritance Sword in his hand.

At first glance, the cold and blue light spilled out from the sword like a fine piece of silver, and the color of the sea complemented it.

He said, "No...... Whoever stands in my way will die ......"

Seeing this, the eighteen horsemen of the iron battle in mid-air changed their expressions one after another, and their pupils suddenly widened and rounded.

"It's the Chengying Sword...... He was the master of the Tianyi Sect Listening Wind Hall...... "At this moment, among the eighteen people, someone finally completely remembered Yi Xunfeng's identity.

I have to say that Yi Xunfeng and the Chengying Sword in his hand have long been famous in the Three Realms.

"It turned out that the Tianyi Sect Master Yi Hall Master was here, and he was disappointed! It's just that the Yi Hall Master deliberately came to find our Holy Venerable, what is the noble matter?" The warrior in the center tried to be as polite as possible, and asked Yi Xunfeng loudly.

Unconsciously, the sword in Yi Xunfeng's hand was already seventy percent unsheathed. He could feel through the tone of the man's voice that he was not welcome. His pupils couldn't help but become darker, and he said extremely slowly and murderously, "I'm here to ask for Bai Qing's life......"

Suddenly, the thick body of the Iron Battle Eighteen Horsemen in mid-air trembled faintly.

When he came back to his senses, the warrior couldn't help but laugh out loud again, "Haha...... You're here to kill our Venerables, haha......"

Because of Yi Xunfeng's words, he felt that he had heard a big joke.

The other warriors couldn't help but laugh with him, laughing at Yi Xunfeng's arrogance and his ignorance of the sky. What if he has the Shadow Sword? He is a mortal after all, what can he do to fight with these half-immortals? Could it be that he still has the divine power to kill immortals and slay demons?

In the face of their ridicule, Yi Xunfeng never changed his face, indifferent as ice, and said: "It's not just Bai Qing. You too must die. ”

For a while, eighteen horsemen and eighteen people laughed even more happily. Because of their laughter, the giant white bird they rode on also made a "quacking" sound.

"Yi Xunfeng, we pretended not to hear your arrogant words just now! We don't care about you, and ask you to get out of here quickly, otherwise we will really be unkind to you!" said the warrior in the center again, this time in a warning tone, unceremoniously. He didn't know that Yi Xunfeng knew how to open the divine power contained in the Chengying Sword.

Yi Xunfeng's expression was still indifferent, but a dark red light suddenly flashed in his dark blue pupils.

It was a bloody glow.

This time he didn't say anything, just a wicked smile on the corner of his lips, and the Shadow Sword in his hand was completely unsheathed.

Then, he held the Chengying Sword horizontally in front of his eyes, and held the blade tightly in his left hand. When the sword was covered with blood, his gaze became darker and more bloodthirsty, more unfathomable. The churning killing intent was like the boundless sea in front of you.

And the blue light on the body of the Chengying Sword slowly condensed into a huge network of light, slowly covering the nearby sea.

Seeing this, the faces of the Eighteen Cavalry of the Iron War changed greatly, and at this time, they were already ready to face the battle.

When Yi Xunfeng flew up, he saw a chilling sword qi piercing the night sky, carrying the momentum of ten thousand thunderbolts, sweeping towards them. Then, they also flew up from the white giant bird, and their bodies quickly transformed, transforming into eighteen white dragons to face the turbid wind.

Originally, they didn't do their best, but they just used seventy percent of their strength. Because they didn't expect that the turbidity wind would be so powerful before. It wasn't until the sword qi and sword light of the Chengying Sword completely frightened them, causing them to even become disordered in their thinking and consciousness, that they had an epiphany that they must not be underestimated.

When they counterattacked the turbid wind, the turbid wind did not avoid it, and they stayed in mid-air, swung their swords again, and slashed at them heavily.

Suddenly, an incomparably terrifying sword momentum stirred in this sea area, and the sea water below raged and churned, setting off a high wave.

The eighteen giant white birds followed with a messy flight and a scream.

After narrowly dodging these two blows from Yi Xunfeng, the formation of the Eighteen Cavalry of the Iron War became more and more chaotic. In desperation, they decided to strengthen their defense, retreated more than ten zhang away, changed their body shape, and rode back to the white giant bird. And Yi Xunfeng was still continuing to exercise, and soon he saw the heavenly sword light of the Chengying Sword, which automatically separated and divided into eighteen uniform qi swords. In the end, those air swords pursued the eighteen figures in eighteen directions.

The attack just now had already surprised the Eighteen Cavalry of the Iron War and greatly reduced their spirit. The current pursuit of victory has made them even more unprepared. After being struck by the air sword, their bodies fell heavily into the sea along with the giant white bird they were riding.

As a result, the color of the nearby sea water changed from dark blue to dark red. The smell of blood, blown by the sea breeze, plops into people's nostrils and stimulates people's nerves.

After killing the Eighteen Cavalry of Iron War so easily, Yi Xunfeng felt a trace of arrogance in his heart, and a sneer crossed the corner of his lips.

When his figure fell back to the awning boat, which carried him back on to the east.

At this moment, the seagulls no longer sing, the iron riders no longer neigh, and the sea breeze no longer roars. Subsequently, the thick murderous aura on Yi Xunfeng's white face had also dissipated, and the whole person was as calm as a bell, as if there had been no fight or killing just now.