"Boss! Boss!" Everyone hurriedly ran towards He Qingfeng, and the most anxious one was, of course, Yu Qingqiu.

After He Qingfeng landed, he instantly spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, and was actually injured.

"Senior brother in charge, are you okay? don't scare me!" Yu Qingqiu cried.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. He Qingfeng squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

"Don't panic, hurry up and heal him. Xiangyi faced everyone.

So Yu Qingqiu hurriedly healed He Qingfeng.

Seeing this situation, Yang Yang Wu stroked his beard calmly, very satisfied.

"Don't be complacent, your Shushan sect disciples are all dead, you can't escape today!" Zhuo Yifan said angrily.

"So what? Can't you still beat me?" Yang Yang Wu said defiantly.

"Hmph, don't forget, I haven't used the Blood Drinker yet!"

Hearing this, Yang Yang Wu restrained his smile and looked at the blood-drinking sword in Zhuo Yifan's hand, and a solemn expression crept up his face.

"How is it, are you afraid?" Zhuo Yifan shook the blood-drinking sword in his hand.

Yang Yang Wu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I know that the Blood Drinking Sword is very powerful, and it is said that there are blood dragons in it, but they may not come out, and you may not be able to beat me!"

"Really? Let's try. ”

With a sudden, Zhuo Yifan pulled out the blood-drinking sword, and suddenly the dazzling white light condensed some of the surrounding air.

The shape of the flying meteorite at the hilt of the sword began to emit something like a dart outward, which was very dazzling.

Yang Yang Wu was obviously shocked by the power of the Blood Drinking Sword, he hesitated for a moment, slowly waved the dust, and suddenly jumped to the ground with both feet, and rushed towards Zhuo Yifan.

The dust wave of air wave in mid-air, directly colliding with the sword qi of the Blood-Drinking Sword, constantly emitting a loud "clang" sound, instantly overturning the roof of the entire house.

It was as if they were in a barren mountain at this time, because the house was completely destroyed, and only a few pillars remained.

Yang Wu continued to attack Zhuo Yifan, obviously to strike first, he didn't want to give Zhuo Yifan a chance to breathe.

Zhuo Yifan waved the blood-drinking sword, and the Mu family's swordsmanship unfolded like a cloud.

Although the blood-drinking sword is extremely sharp, it does not show much advantage under the dust of Yang Wu, the mane on the dust, like flowing water, will change shape, and after the blood-drinking sword slashed, it did not cut them.

The darts on the hilt of the sword were all blown apart by the dust, and finally disappeared.

This situation was the first time Zhuo Yifan had seen it, and he didn't expect that the blood-drinking sword would not be able to take advantage of him in front of his dust.

Seeing this, Yang Yang Wu was triumphant, "The martial arts of my Shushan faction are not in vain, and no one can replace our strength." ”

"Really, I won't believe it today!"

Zhuo Yifan was not convinced, and attacked in an instant, this time his imperial sword was wielded in the wind, and one sword suddenly turned into many, and attacked with a flickering sword shape of the rising sun.

Yang Yang Wu froze and closed his eyes, because he knew that among so many sword forms, only one was a true body, and the others were dazzling, and only that true body would cause the most damage.

Just as he closed his eyes, the blood-drinking sword had already come to him, and he closed his eyes and waved the dust, and the soft mane on it suddenly wound towards a sword-shaped.

In an instant, the other sword shapes of the Blood Drinking Sword began to disappear, and the Blood Drinking Sword that was entangled in the dust continued to wrestle with it.

Yang Wu opened his eyes and pushed out a palm at the dust, and a large amount of true qi was continuously transported towards the dust.

Seeing that the Blood Drinking Sword was at a disadvantage, Zhuo Yifan also hurriedly sent true qi to it, and for a while, two things suddenly stopped in mid-air, and only the true qi behind them continued to urge them.

The Blood-Drinking Sword stabbed forward, but the dust kept changing its shape without slippery, just not letting the Blood-Drinking Sword cut off its mane.

Zhuo Yifan instantly flew into the air, Chaoyang Wu launched a burst of palm power, and Yang Wu was not to be outdone, and continued to follow his palm power, and the two fought in mid-air.

"Oh, my God, when did this Zhuo Yifan become so powerful!" Yu Qingqiu, who had just finished treating He Qingfeng's injuries, sighed.

In her impression, Zhuo Yifan has always been the image of mud that can't support the wall, although later I heard that his family suffered a lot of changes, suffered a lot, and his martial arts have improved, but I didn't expect it to become so powerful.

The more she looked at it, the more she felt that Zhuo Yifan had completely lost her original hatred, and even had more majestic hair on her body. She looked at it attentively, as if she was enjoying a wonderful performance, she didn't have the nervousness just now, obviously she was very relieved of Zhuo Yifan.

He Qingfeng, whose body had just improved a little, was also staring at the battle between the two at this time, listening to Yu Qingqiu's muttered praise, and then looking at her slightly appreciative expression, He Qingfeng knew that her feelings for Zhuo Yifan were changing.

And the other disciples of the Bashan faction were also staring at the confrontation between Zhuo Yifan and Yang Yanwu, and they didn't expect that Zhuo Yifan, who was inconspicuous in front of him, was even more powerful than their leader.

"Come on, Zhuo Yifan, defeat him!" Yu Qingqiu actually shouted, very excited.

Zhuo Yifan didn't look at her, and was still fiercely attacking Yang Yanwu.

"Wow, this posture is so charming, no wonder Qingyi's little girl likes him so much. It seems that I didn't find it before. Yu Qingqiu pouted, his face full of disbelief.

Seeing that Yu Qingqiu had been talking to himself, He Qingfeng smiled with difficulty: "What, you like him now?"

The sudden question startled Yu Qingqiu, and she said in a panic: "No, senior brother in charge, what are you talking nonsense?

"What is there to worry about, I believe that Zhuo Yifan will definitely be able to deal with him. He Qingfeng said confidently.

As soon as he heard this, Yu Qingqiu suddenly looked at He Qingfeng and looked at it, as if he had discovered some secret.

Being stared at by Yu Qingqiu, He Qingfeng said: "You...... What do you see? It's scary. ”

"Senior brother in charge, to be honest, did you cheat just now?" Yu Qingqiu said with a question on his face.

He Qingfeng suddenly coughed in shock, his eyes widened and said, "I really admire your imagination, at this moment of life and death, I will cheat and lose?"

"However, I seem to see it from your expression. Yu Qingqiu nodded.

"Don't be cranky. What is my purpose in cheating, is it necessary?" He Qingfeng was speechless, and looked at Yu Qingqiu with a puzzled face.

"I guess you want to see how Zhuo Yifan's martial arts are, and who is the best of the two of them. Yu Qingqiu said with a smile.