The sound of "snorting" was endless, it was the sound of the qi machine churning and shaking the void above the sword gang in mid-air. An incomparable purple light shot out in all directions, and in this night sky, this light even compared to the moon in the sky.

The leisurely sword light shot straight into the sky, and it seemed that this area fell into eternal stillness. Only the wind that wields this sword can move freely.

The endless air flow rolled and surged, and countless small sword lights shot out from the main sword, circling around with the surging air flow, and finally merged into the sword gang of the main sword. Under such a momentum, people seem to feel that at this moment, Suifeng has become Pangu when chaos has not opened, holding a giant axe, wanting to split all the heaven and earth!

Several elders were injured, but this week, the two of them were still entangled, and they were already really angry with the wind. At this time, there was no way to control so much, all the momentum of the whole body was expanded, and the incomparable coercion poured down, and almost everyone in the vicinity of this sword gang was frozen on the spot, unable to move at all. Murong Xuanfeng and Zhou Bufan, who were under the sword gang, were even more so.

"No!" all the disciples of the Zhou and Murong families stared at all this blankly, all they could do was shout heartbreakingly. Seeing the sword gang fall, it was obvious that the two of them had already suffered a lot of injuries, and they would definitely not be able to take such an earth-shattering sword.

The monks of Shaolin Temple, who were fighting on the side, seemed to have a bloody and lonely ending, but they recited the Buddha's name in advance, with a look of compassion on their faces.

And Wuji Zhenren and several other elders finally took a breath under the siege of all the disciples. Look at the majestic wind of the gods. There was a look of relief on his face. As long as Sui Feng's sword kills Murong Xuanfeng and Zhou Bufan, the immediate crisis will not only be resolved immediately. And these two families have lost their backbone, and they can't make any waves.

Jian Gang fell straight down, seeing that the purple halo that radiated all over the world, it had completely enveloped Murong Xuanfeng and Zhou Bufan.

At this moment, there was no despair on the faces of the two, and Zhou Bufan was still unyielding. Murong Xuanfeng had a cold face, as if he didn't care about life and death.

"Wow-" The sword qi on the periphery of Jian Gang came to his body, but in an instant, it pierced the protective qi outside Murong Xuanfeng's body. Tens of thousands of sword qi poured down, but in an instant, dozens of blood holes were broken up and down Murong Xuanfeng's body.

Suddenly. A bright red seeps out. All of his royal blue clothes were dyed blood-red in one fell swoop. And that Zhou Bufan was much better because he was stopped by Murong Xuanfeng, and it was not so miserable.

This sword qi was just the surging air flow around Jian Gang, seeing that the incomparably powerful Jian Gang was about to engulf that Murong Xuanfeng.

It was at this time. "Get out of the way!" suddenly a loud cheer popped out of Zhou Bufan's mouth below.

Because the purple halo that enveloped the two of them was too strong. The crowd couldn't see what had happened. With the sound of a tumbling airstream. I saw a bloodstained figure flying out of it.

The man fell to the ground, panting violently, and raised his head with great difficulty. Watching the sword gang not far in front of him slash straight down, engulfing everything contained in the light below at once.

"Alas......" the man let out a long sigh, trying to stand up despite being covered in blood. It's just that at this moment, he was extremely seriously injured both inside and out, and even his face was covered with blood, how could he stand up?

His face was filthy, obscuring most of his face. However, the brow full of heroism revealed his identity, and it was Murong Xuanfeng.

It turned out that it was just a moment before the sword gang came to his side, and Zhou Bufan desperately pushed him out. Only then did he realize that it turned out that Zhou Bufan had not made any moves that before, and it turned out that he was secretly lucky, and he had been prepared for this a long time.

Thinking of this, there was a gloom between the eyebrows. "Ahem......" The inner house in his body trembled suddenly, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"Boom!" In an instant, the sword gang touched the ground. Thousands of purple brilliance exploded, and in a moment, a night sky was rendered. Even the suburbs outside Luoyang City can see this purple brilliance, and with the scattering of the brilliance, the ground is even more violently shaken.

Such a big movement was felt extremely obvious in the entire Luoyang City. I don't know how many people were awakened because of this, and many people who came to Zhou's house to watch the ceremony were not deep enough, and they were directly shocked by this shock.

Along with the light that illuminates the world, there is also an incomparable strong wind that spreads out. It was like a strong wind sweeping in, and in an instant, everything in this courtyard was enveloped. The tables, chairs, benches, and red curtains hanging everywhere in the lobby were immediately messy under the strong wind.

After a long time, the purple halo that made people fall into a dream slowly dissipated, and Zhou Bufan, who was under the sword of the wind just now, lost his trace.

Obviously, the sword gang just now was churning vertically and horizontally, and I don't know how many sword qi were mixed in it. Under such a strangulation, how can Zhou Bufan, a mortal fetus with a physical body, withstand it? I'm afraid that he has already been strangled into powder and scattered with the wind. However, if you look closely, you can still see that there is still a pool of clearly visible blood on the place where he once stood.

"Who else is going to fight me!"

The clear cheers sounded again, the sword gang dispersed, and the pure jun sword in his hand returned to its original appearance. He was gently sent into the scabbard across his waist, and with his hands behind his back, he slowly descended from mid-air, and glanced at the scene lightly. Although his eyes were plain, but under that kind of grace and charm, who dared to touch his tiger whiskers?

"Ahem......" Murong Xuanfeng coughed lightly, and there was blood everywhere on his body, if it weren't for the two disciples of the Murong family, who were quick to see him, they helped him up. With his own liliang, he couldn't even stand up in battle. "The Zhou family and the Murong family are in the same spirit, and you actually killed ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, a long, sharp howl suddenly came from the courtyard deep behind him.

Everyone didn't know why for a while, but Sui Feng and Wuji Zhenren changed their expressions fiercely.

Sui Feng reacted at that time, but this howling sound came from Liang Steal'er! They had an agreement earlier, if Liang Steal'er could bring Murong Xi out, it would be the best, if not, he would have to retreat with his whole body. If Yujian is in danger, he will warn them with a long howl, so that they can rush to the aid with the wind.

Sui Feng coldly glanced at everyone, and shouted at Wuji Zhenren: "The elders of the Tianshan Sect listen to the order! Retreat with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Xuanfeng on the side also reacted, that whistle did not come from his side, it must be the people of the Tianshan Sect who encountered some predicament, they were in such a hurry to retreat, they must also be to help, how could they retreat so wishfully?

Immediately, he breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted intermittently: "The disciples of the Murong family listened to the order, killed these thieves, and avenged the head of the Zhou family!"

"Revenge! Revenge!" Those disciples of the Murong family had already buried a bad breath in their hearts when they saw that Murong Xuanfeng, who usually regarded him as a god, had been so seriously injured, and when they heard Murong Xuanfeng say this, how could they have any reason to give up?

As soon as the disciples of the Murong family moved, those disciples of the Zhou family couldn't stand by, how could the master of the family stop when he fell? Suddenly, with the disciples of the Murong family, the situation that had just calmed down by the wind suddenly became chaotic again.

At this moment, a more rapid long howl came. Obviously, the person who spoke had reached a few critical moments, and his brows were furrowed with the wind, and his face suddenly became a little more anxious.

glanced coldly at Murong Xuanfeng on the side, but now he couldn't take care of him.

Wuji Zhenren and Changchun Zhenren glanced at each other, and stood firmly in front of the two injured junior disciples, coldly looking at the disciples of the Zhou and Murong families who rushed towards him in front of him. But there is a clear feeling in my heart: this time, I am afraid that I will not be able to stop it no matter what.

"Elders, you retreat first and go back to the Juxian Tower to meet us. Brother Liang handed it over to me. A short but powerful voice sounded in the ears of Wuji Zhenren and several people, and the already gloomy eyes of several people suddenly shone again.

"Huhu ......" There was a sudden sound of wind in the field, and the seriously injured Ruoguang Zhenren turned his head to look. I saw that the wind behind me had risen again, and I was in mid-air.

Hold the ball with your palms together in front of your chest and rotate slowly, as if pushing an invisible grinding disc. The sound of the wind breaking through the air is the air flow that rotates around, and with the sound of such a wind, a thick black and white Tai Chi yin and yang diagram is displayed between the arms holding the ball with the wind.

As soon as this Taiji diagram appeared, the momentum rising from Suifeng's body increased even more. With just such a momentum, it was hard to force that group of disciples of the Zhou and Murong families to take half a step.

"Oh no!" shouted from someone in the crowd, and everyone reacted. It's just that it's still a little late, and with a loud burst of the wind, he pushed the palm print in his hand out. This palm does not have the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, and the two qi of yin and yang flow slowly, just like two swimming fish playing in it.

But on closer inspection, it's not that simple. The chaotic colors that evolve from the mixture of black and white are as if they contain another dimension. With an unpredictable aura and strength, it collided with the qi machine that was attacked by everyone! (To be continued......)

PS: In the second shift yesterday, because he was a little sleepy, there were some clerical errors, which have been corrected