There are so many arrows that when you look at them from afar, it looks like a continuous rain in this rain. It's terrifying.

The masked man didn't think much of it, and at this moment, his figure was stunned, and he immediately took two steps back. Under the output of his thoughts, a circle of energy fluctuations suddenly appeared around his body, and when it hit the void, the void twisted and instantly turned into an almost transparent white protective circle.

It was at the moment that this protective ring appeared, and his entire body suddenly jumped, and suddenly jumped into the air.

Unlike the others, when the voice appeared, he quickly discerned the place where it came from. So his gaze was far away, and through the gap in the rain, he could see a towering mountain, and the apparition that appeared above the top of the mountain at this moment!

That's a kind of liliang power!

It's like an overwhelming arrow at this moment, which is not a physical object, but is conjured up by a kind of heaven and earth aura. The difference is that these heaven and earth auras contain this person's cultivation. And the appearance of that phantom is also the precursor to the appearance of this person. It's just that because of the distance, the masked man can't see the outline of the man's face clearly.

At the same time, the moment this phantom appeared, a powerful coercion spread at an almost indescribable speed. And the aura of cultivation in this coercion, as if controlling these sharp arrows, made these sharp arrows appear at the same time, and shoot them all towards the people of the Seven Evil Tribes.

Suddenly, there was a river of blood and screams!

It's too empty!

When this aura of cultivation made this masked man sense it, these three words immediately appeared in his mind!

Not only that, but even all the people of the Yunhe tribe under the light curtain opened their eyes wide at this moment, looking at the sky, feeling the destructive liliang, and their hearts did not tremble, but showed a burning heat.

"It's Jing Yu, it's Jing Yu's voice!"

"Yes, it's indeed Deacon Jingyu's voice!"

Some tribesmen, with burning heat in their eyes, looked at the sky from the ground and the sky through the light curtain, and looked at the sky where the rain was gradually decreasing, excitedly as if they were looking for the location of Jingyu, the appearance of the dawn.

The patriarch's eyelids blinked slightly, and the two lines of old tears finally couldn't help but stay, he looked into the distance, looked at the place where the coercion seeped out, and his closed hands slowly put down, looking relieved.

And those who joined the Yunhe tribe later had doubts in their eyes at the moment, although they had heard of Jing Yu, they didn't know much about it. But the only thing that is certain is that the appearance of Jing Yu means that this Yunhe tribe is saved!

Their home, saved.

Even Yunyan and Er Soul father and son, who were standing in the rain, seemed to have forgotten the previous siege at this moment, standing in place, their expressions were a little sluggish under the extreme scorching heat, they looked at the sky in a daze, listening to the sound of those sharp arrows whistling in their ears, and there was an inexplicable warm current flowing in their hearts.

And the patriarch of the Black Wind Tribe, there was a strong horror in his eyes at this moment, his body retreated rapidly, and the steel fork in his hand kept swinging forward, meeting the galloping arrow, and there was a tingling feeling in his palm.

"Bang!"

At the same time, under the condensation of these gazes, where the masked man's gaze was directed, there was a sudden explosion, and the rubble splashed, and the rain could not cover the dust and smoke that flew up after the explosion, and when the rubble was splashed, the huge liliang, when it hit the void, centered on the mountain that exploded, spread to the surrounding traces.

And, in the splash of rubble, the man in white who soared into the sky!

The earth shook, as if it was still because of the sound, like an earthquake, the man in white who appeared was suspended in mid-air, and after a moment, his body turned into a long rainbow, and when he reappeared, he was already standing above the light curtain, holding a bow and arrow.

"Sure enough, it's Jing Yu!"

The patriarch stood under the light curtain, looking at the man in white suspended in the sky at the moment, after he saw the indifference on Jing Yu's face and the outline of his facial features, he was very sure that the person who appeared at this moment was Jing Yu.

"Deacon Jingyu!"

"It's Deacon Jingyu!"

In an instant, under this curtain of light, countless chaotic sounds began to rise, and these voices were excited and seemed to be cheering.

"Brother Jing Yu...... You've finally shown up. ”

Yunyan stood in place, her expression changed, her lips squirmed, she didn't make a sound, but her heart was groaning, and there was no fear and madness in her eyes, but a little wet, and in a trance of consciousness, tears slipped out.

"Yunhe tribe, it's saved!"

Not far from Yunyan, Er Soul supported Er Hai, his eyes showed scorching heat, looking at Jing Yu who appeared in the sky at this moment, the battle intent in his heart was like a fire again, burning fiercely.

After being stunned for a few breaths, Yunyan hugged Ah Mao's corpse, supported Deacon Luke, and returned to the light curtain with Er Soul and Er Hai without anyone stopping her, and then looked up at the sky, as if she was expecting to watch a battle between the strong.

Yes, in their opinion, the battle between Jing Yu and this masked man must be a worldwide attention!

And, from their hearts, Kyungyu is sure to win.

The man wearing the mask did not look at Jing Yu, but stood opposite Jing Yu, his eyes were condensed on Jing Yu's eyes, he looked at the person in front of him, if it weren't for the strong cultivation aura exuded by his body at the moment, he would definitely feel that this person must be a weak scholar.

War is on the verge of breaking out.

"I didn't expect that the number of strong people in this Yunhe tribe was completely beyond my expectations. ”

After a moment of confrontation, the masked man still looked at Jing Yu on the other side and slowly spoke.

Hearing this, Jing Yu subconsciously shook the bow and arrow in his hand, and a dazzling cold light suddenly oozed from the bow and arrow, although his eyes did not show fear, but he could clearly feel that the other party's cultivation must be good. Whether he can defeat it is still unknown. He didn't show it, and before the battle between the strong was about to begin, he knew that momentum could sometimes crush the opponent, so he took a step forward.

With this step, there was a tremor of the void under his feet, and in this tremor, when the boom swirled, the rain around him splashed away like a dart, and at the same time, under the control of his mind, it turned into a sharp arrow, suspended in mid-air, as if ready to be fired, and it was possible to gallop towards the masked man at any time.

"I didn't expect that during the years of my retreat, people from other tribes would dare to directly enter my Yunhe tribe. ”

Jing Yu's words fell, and he immediately noticed the sharp sword in the hand of the masked man, although the appearance of this sharp sword made his expression change, but he still trembled in his heart, and continued to speak: "Mo Fei, just because you are a sword cultivator!"

With Jing Yu's cultivation at the moment, he would not feel strange in the face of an ordinary sword cultivator, but what was confronting him at the moment was a sword cultivator whose cultivation was almost equivalent to his own, and he also led the people of the tribe to kill the Yunhe tribe, although this kind of sword cultivation was not terrifying, but it must not be underestimated.

He knew that since this person had the ability to kill into the Yunhe tribe and injure the patriarch, he must have a certain amount of strength!

It seems that in this Chiyan Peak, as a sword cultivator, it is the supreme glory of every tribe, and this masked person thinks so, when he heard Jing Yu's words, his eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of arrogance that could not be concealed. This pride made him take a step forward, and the white protective ring around his body suddenly made a buzzing sound, oozing a strong coercion, and at the same time, a dazzling white light seemed to envelop half of the sky.

"Yes, in this Chiyan Peak, those who follow my Seven Evil Tribe prosper, and those who oppose my Seven Evil Tribe die. The masked man spoke.

"Hmph, sword cultivator...... So what!"

As this person's words fell, Jing Yu snorted coldly, and his body shook slightly, and those sharp arrows suspended in mid-air suddenly galloped towards the masked man in an instant with a whistling sound.

The masked man's body moved lightly, the sword in his hand suddenly raised, and with a wave of the other palm, a huge palm phantom suddenly appeared out of thin air, slapping on these sharp arrows, and the roar echoed through the heavens and the earth.

"Let me see, after you stepped into the Taixu Period, what magical powers you realized!"

The masked man let out a deep sigh, jumped forward, and suddenly approached Jing Yu's location, and then swung out his palm.

With the swing of this palm, the white protective ring around his body did not cause the slightest obstacle, but after this palm was swung, a void distortion appeared around his body, and in that roar, a strong liliang seemed to gather from all directions, and suddenly formed a whirlpool of liliang in his palm, slapping towards Jing Yu.

Jing Yu's body was stunned, his expression was solemn, he subconsciously took a step back, and suddenly raised his palm, and the palm waved by the masked man collided with it.

The roar echoed, and under the impact of this palm, Jing Yu and the body of the masked man retreated several meters in unison.

There was also a burst of liliang shockwave, in that roar, centered on the impact point of the palm, spreading out several miles away.

"When this person was fighting him, I found out that his cultivation should be too void for a short time, and Jing Yu's cultivation was also too void. These two monks of the Void Period fought, and the victory or defeat may be in the supernatural powers they have realized. ”

Under that light curtain, the patriarch didn't seem to feel a trance of consciousness because of the roar that appeared at this moment, frowning slightly, looking up at the battle situation in the sky, and his heart groaned, as if he was feeling something.

"Your Liliang, that's it!"

In the middle of the air, after the masked man stabilized, he gritted his teeth, and under the sword in his hand, a strong aura of cultivation instantly exploded, making him sigh, and his body flashed, in the middle of the air, suddenly turned into a long rainbow, and at the same time galloping towards Jing Yu, it turned into a galloping sword in the middle of the way.

Feeling the spread of this aura, the patriarch under the light curtain suddenly gasped, and his eyes suddenly showed horror, looking at the masked man who had turned into a sharp sword, his expression became extremely ugly.

"No, this person has preserved his strength when he fought me before. His true strength ......"