The dark iron sword pierced the layers of rain curtains, and a faint halo condensed on the tip of the sword, and the rain instantly turned into a wisp of white mist when it touched it. Ye Yinfeng's body fell rapidly, and the soul-killing momentum of the iron sword stabbed towards the red-clothed man standing in the rain curtain.

Yelu Wuji's eyes still fell on Ling Tianyun, who was lying in the mud, and the red mangs in his right hand were gathering more and more. He raised the long sword in his hand, condensed a little red mang, and in an instant, the red mang spat out like an inch-like poisonous snake, stabbing towards Ling Tianyun.

Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng in the air turned sharply and his whole body was running more than once, and a long and piercing roar from his mouth was slammed. The layer of gloomy aura condensed on the tip of the sword was a little more dense, his hands shook suddenly, "hiss", and the long sword swept through the rain curtain like a broken bamboo, and instantly came to the top of Yelu Wuji's head.

Feeling the shadow of Ye Yinfeng's strong sword, the red sword in Yelu Wuji's hand paused slightly. And with a slap of the long sword in his hand, Ling Tianyun slapped the ground with his left palm, and his body rolled back a few more times. A terrifying sword aura stabbed from the long sword in Na Yelu Wuji's hand, and the sword qi exploded the muddy ground, splashing muddy water.

Yelu Wuji's body didn't move a bit, and the sword above his head had already reached the hat above his head.

Ye Yinfeng didn't have the slightest shock in his heart, and the sword blade that spit down wildly stabbed down. However, at this flash of lightning, an even more demonic aura rose from Yelu Wuji's surroundings, only to see an even redder sword burst out from his left hand, and a smaller and narrower short sword appeared in his hand.

Yelu Wuji didn't look at it, he held the short sword in his left hand and stabbed it towards the sky,

"Zheng", a dull sound, and then a splash of water sounded above Yelu Wuji's head. "Smack", I saw that the hat above his head was suddenly cracked. The hat split in half from the top of his head, and then was swept down by the stabbing force on the muddy official road.

Ye Yinfeng's falling body was blocked by a strong force, and the iron sword in his hand was also blocked by the short sword in the opponent's hand. The tips of the two swords were pointed together, and the moment the two swords touched, the surging energy cut the vast rain curtain into several pieces. Once again, the raindrops turned into a trace of rain and mist, and then shrouded down, and the circulating energy raged wantonly around them, never stopping.

The energy that rushed to the sky came from the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand, poured straight into his palm, and then his entire arm, and the energy that rushed like a river roared up and smashed towards his chest like a thousand waves. made Ye Yinfeng's throat sweet, and the posture of falling and freezing did not last long, and his body was shocked by Yelu Wuji's strong counterattack.

The internal organs seemed to be boiling and tumbling, and the Ye Yin wind in the air was like a kite with a broken string, fluttering up, and it was best to fall down heavily. The iron sword in his hand was almost ungraspable, and his body fell heavily on the muddy official road, bringing a splash of muddy water to shoot away.

Yelu Wuji didn't look at Ye Yinfeng who was falling behind him, his gaze was still looking towards Ling Tianyun, his desperate gaze was full of endless hatred. He raised the other long sword in his hand, and strode under his feet, the long sword rolled up with that terrifying aura, pointing at Ling Tianyun who was lying on the ground with a bitter expression on his face.

The condensed gaze was as vicious as bloodthirsty, the bewitching long sword glowed with a coldness that was even colder than the rain, and the hat that was torn in two by the ground rolled a few times in the mud, and the splashes on the ground gathered into streams, and the muddy water was mixed with a thick blood.

This picture seemed to be frozen, and it had been stopped in Ling Tianyun's mind. Unable to move for half a minute, he could only watch Ye Yinfeng, who was blown away by a sword, roll on the muddy ground like him. Even if he is unwilling, in the face of absolute strength, he only has endless bitterness in his heart. The sweet blood at the corners of his mouth burned his throat like a flame, making his throat extremely dry.

A pair of strange boots appeared in front of him, and when he looked up, it was Yelu Wuji's terrifying face. And the long sword that was cold and cold pointed straight at his chest, and the slightest cold chill penetrated into his shirt and seeped into his chest, making him shiver.

"As I said, you will die today, not only to avenge my indisputable disciples, but also for the great cause of my Khitan country. The two of you will die today, who told you to help Da Zhou. You should have gone back to your own kingdom, but you went to this hell, and God wanted you to die. ”

Yelu Wuji's cold words echoed in the rain curtain, and he let the rain hit his extraordinarily pale face, and the bun of his hair ran down the rain and pressed against his forehead. Coupled with his bewitching outfit, Yelu Wuji at this time looked a hundred times more terrifying than the impermanence of life.

Squirming his mouth, Ling Tianyun found that his throat was blocked, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. He didn't want to refute the other party, but wanted to make a final ridicule, and then there was only that resolute bitterness in his eyes. In the face of death, he has experienced it more than once, and this time it is more dangerous than ever.

Apologetic eyes glanced at Ye Yinfeng, who fell silently behind Yelu Wuji, he couldn't see his expression, and he didn't even see Ye Yinfeng's face. All he saw was the embarrassed figure, full of mud and stagnant water. Silently, as if Ye Yinfeng was stunned after being hit hard.

"Don't worry, I'll kill that kid after I kill you. So that as soon as you go on the road, when you reach the underworld, you will not be lonely. Yelu Wuji's fierce gaze flashed, and he raised the long sword in his hand and was about to stab Ling Tianyun in the chest.

Feeling the thorn in his chest locked, the resolute expression on Ling Tianyun's face remained unchanged, but the instinctive fear of death made his body tremble slightly. His eyes widened, he wanted to see how he had been stabbed by the other man's sword, and then he wanted to see how he had slowly died.

"No wonder you can only be the second master of the Khitan, you are more than 108,000 miles worse than Wanyan Invincible. You are obviously not weaker than Wanyan Invincible in terms of martial arts talent, but the whole Khitan Kingdom has set their eyes on Wanyan Invincible, but they ignore you, the second master. You are not reconciled, the two of us have defeated the invincible, do you think that as long as you kill us, you can restore some of your self-righteous dignity. It's ridiculous, you deserve to be the second child of a thousand years. ”

A faint voice sounded, and the voice stopped Yelu Wuji's downward movements. There was no one else here, but it was Ye Yinfeng who spoke. It's just that I don't know when, Ye Yinfeng has already stood up, and his arrogant body like a bamboo stands in the spring rain, and an imperceptible golden light flickers in his left hand.

"What do you say, who said that I am not as invincible as I am." When Yelu Wuji heard this, he quickly turned around, and the Dao Dao Qing Xuan appeared, but his bewitching face was filled with a red halo like fire.

However, Jerod Wuji's words just fell. The iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand with a thunderous momentum pierced like the divine sword that came out of the void. Although there was only a distance of one zhang between the two, Ye Yinfeng's sword momentum like a blow crossed the space between the two of them. Wherever the iron sword went, the raindrops dispersed one after another, as if in the entire earth, there was only the bladeless long sword that pierced the heavens and the earth and broke everything.

A grim smile appeared on Yelu Wuji's face, he had long been aware of Ye Yinfeng's sneak attack, and he let the other party's iron sword stab like the wind. And he didn't do anything to prevent it. The martial arts cultivation realm of these two teenagers was too weak, and their internal strength was too weak to give him substantial damage at all.

When the piercing sword was almost a foot away from the center of his eyebrows, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and gently clamped it. The iron sword made a trembling humming sound between his fingers, and a huge impact came from his fingers, and with a slight movement, he dissolved the impact from the iron sword.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Yelu Wuji's face, and he saw the panic on the blue-shirted young man's face, as well as the desperate eyes of the other party. He enjoyed this effect very much, he had not enjoyed the desperate eyes of the enemy for a long time, and the helplessness of the defeat of the plan, only in this way, the feeling of playing with the enemy in the palm of his hand was more exciting than the excitement of the wolf's blood on the grassland.

As soon as the smile on his face stretched, it froze, as he saw an incomparably dazzling golden flower blooming out of the palm of the other man's left hand. A piercing sensation came over him, a chill that he had never felt before, and a chill ran down his spine.

That golden brilliance exploded in Ye Yinfeng's hand, stabbing towards Yelu Wuji's chest,

Yelu Wuji felt that unprecedented deadly crisis, but he was still a peerless master after all, although his heart trembled inexplicably, but that instinctive reaction was still there. He stretched out his fingers gripping the iron sword, and his body shook in a flash, and he suddenly swept away, landing on a large rock next to the official road.

Yelu Wuji, who had just established himself, had a palpitating feeling, and he knew that if he didn't retreat in time, then that golden brilliance would definitely pierce him.

Ye Yinfeng had no sadness or joy on his face, and after the sword of Panyu pierced the air, he hurriedly put it away. He shook his body, swept to Ling Tianyun, lifted Ling Tianyun up, and then threw it hard into the mountains where the official road was.

A trace of anger appeared on Ling Tianyun's face, he wanted to stop the other party, but his throat seemed to be blocked, but he couldn't say anything. He saw the slightly childish but incomparably resolute face, and he saw the resolute look and calm gaze in the young man's eyes.

When his body was lifted by Ye Yinfeng, he only felt a warm and brilliant true qi coming from the other party's palm, and then into his body. Before he could make a move to guide that true element, he only felt that his body was gently thrown up, tossing a few times in the air, and then, he had lost the figure of the blue-shirted young man Ye Yinfeng in his eyes.

After making all the movements, Ye Yinfeng slowly turned around and looked at the frightened and demonic man standing on the rock. And the golden mang in his hand also appeared again, but it was a soft sword like jade and Su, which was the 'Linglong Valley' Zhengu artifact Panyu Linglong Sword.

Time passed like an endless spring rain, bit by bit, and the two confronting people didn't know how much time had passed. But neither of them moved a point, and neither of them cared about the life or death of Ling Tianyun who was thrown away, they only had each other in their eyes. Until Ye Yinfeng's upright figure finally fell, and Yelu Wuji's face showed even more violent anger.