The battle between the two sides was about to break out, but the three brothers of the Yin clan, who were originally the protagonists of this matter, became bystanders, Yin Da's face was a little depressed, and his eyes flashed as he looked at the two sides in the fierce battle. And Yin Er and Yin San stood beside Yin Da with a gloomy face, and there was a shopkeeper lying motionless in the street, but I didn't know if he was really too injured or pretended to be so, in short, no one dared to come forward to check.

All the disciples of the Firmament Gate were eager to step forward, but their faces couldn't help but change as they watched the Taoist priest's incomparably heavy strength pour out of those sleeves. When their gaze fell on Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng again, they realized that the combat power displayed by those two teenagers younger than them was far beyond what they could compete with. Besides, Yu Zhanzi is the law enforcement elder of the Firmament Gate, and it is impossible for them to interfere, and the elder naturally has the dignity of an elder.

Then, the disciples of the Firmament Sect set their eyes on the three Yin brothers again, and when they saw the abrupt scene just now, they didn't know whether the three Yin brothers of the corpse chasing clan were friends or foes. And even if they wanted to face the three Shangyin brothers again, with their strength, they were obviously embarrassed, and in the end they set their eyes on the shopkeeper who was lying motionless on the street, and his eyes were full of unkindness.

The road ahead was blocked by the two pairs in the fierce battle, and the three Yin brothers could only wait and see, they looked at the battle between the Taoist priest and the genius disciple of the Firmament Gate Zhuo Qingchen from time to time, and from time to time looked at the battle between the two teenagers and the jade warrior of the Firmament Gate, for a while they also fell into a stalemate, unable to move forward and unable to retreat. This dilemma made them very helpless, and no one knew what Yin Da was thinking in his heart, that is, he couldn't even guess Yin 2 and Yin 3.

The treasure knife in Ling Tianyun's hand slashed out a sharp sword qi and slashed towards the turquoise sword qi, the sword momentum was like a move moving forward, and the fierce and fierce sword qi was like the scorching sunshine in the turquoise waves, bursting from the turquoise sword qi. At the same time, the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand rolled, and the wisps of sword qi shot wildly towards the body of the jade warrior, and the two of them cooperated seamlessly, and their momentum was no less than that of the jade warrior who had cultivated to a high level.

The sword light condensed and turned again, the rippling blue waves of the sword set off a momentum like a huge wave, the Biyuan sword in the hand of the jade warrior was like a storm crashing into the sky, his eyes were slightly condensed, and the breath was long, and the long sword stabbed and swept Ling Tianyun's sword strength and Ye Yinfeng's sword mangge. His figure stands in the wind, his posture is as elegant as a bamboo, like a fairy, like a kendo master, his swordsmanship is deep and unfathomable, and his true qi is as majestic as the sea.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng" A few crisp resonant sounds, the three figures suddenly staggered, Ling Tianyun raised the sword in his hand and the momentum did not decrease but increased, his majestic posture was like a tiger descending from a mountain. And Ye Yinfeng's footwork stepped lightly, like a light breeze, the figure of the sword made a "swish" sound, each sword condensed the purest and softest too pure halal qi, and the sword light shone brightly and rose up in the night.

The sword in Yu Zhanzi's hand blocked Ling Tianyun's fearless sword with a single finger, but he didn't turn his head back to the long sword and swirled, and the huge waves set off and headed straight towards Ye Yinfeng. The night is vast, the three figures are staggered like swift shadows, the dazzling sword is condensed with pure fierceness, the flowing sword qi is as soft as water, and the blue turquoise that sets off like a huge wave is even more overwhelming.

Seeing that the battle had been unsuccessful for a long time, Ye Yinfeng's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he hurriedly stepped on the "Seven Stars Chasing the Moon Footwork" under his feet, turning into wisps of shadow and iron sword, and the slightest ray of the sword appeared and stabbed towards Yu Zhanzi. The figures were staring at the cold chill, and the dark sword qi contained the danger of death, Ling Tianyun saw that Ye Yinfeng had raised his breath, and the speed of the sword attack in his hand had also accelerated, and both of them had an idea in their hearts, that is, to defeat the enemy with speed.

Seeing this, Yu Zhanzi's face turned grim, the Biyuan Sword reversed and swirled, Bi Tao turned into water droplets in the sky, and his body turned sharply like lightning. The blue sword qi soared into the sky, and the huge waves turned into a blue and gloomy air curtain, and the air curtain condensed with even more terrifying power and went in all directions. With a finger of the long sword, a drop of emerald jade-like water exploded, and the sword qi suddenly made a "hiss" sound of breaking through the sky, and the aura curtain closed, and the momentum suddenly appeared.

Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng's faces changed, and at the same time, they felt that the sword qi that came from the enclosure contained a huge power of destruction, and the two of them couldn't help but urge the true qi in the dantian to surge towards the weapon in their hands. The Bi Yuan Sword laid a blue net of heaven and earth, and the violent destructive power condensed in that air curtain. Sen Ran's sword intent surged out from that sword qi, it was the sword intent of Yu Zhanzi, majestic like a sea that could not be resisted.

The sword light was as faint as silk, Ye Yinfeng's eyes shrank slightly, he felt as if he was in a tsunami turbulent space, and the sword qi from his iron sword was all restrained by the water and bead-like air curtain, and the silk sword qi wanted to penetrate through the air curtain, but it seemed that there was an invisible force to resist the sword qi. And the aura curtain became smaller and smaller, and it was coming towards itself.

The sword in Ling Tianyun's hand rose, he raised his treasure knife and quickly slashed into the air curtain, but the fierce and incomparable sword light didn't make a sound at all as if it had slashed on cotton. And when the long sword in the hand of the jade warrior was raised, he clearly felt that the power contained in the aura curtain laid by the jade warrior was getting bigger and bigger, and it was coming towards him. After several slashes, the air curtain did not move at all, and I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart.

The long sword in the hand of Yu Zhanzi, who was between Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng, swung out layers of qi curtains, and the sword light that turned into beads and qi tore open the night, and only the sword qi net with the sound of "hissing" shrouded down between heaven and earth. Bi Tao's sword qi is as deep as an abyss, even if it is an immortal, it also turns into smoke, at this time, Yu Zhanzi is like the god general who is in charge of heavenly punishment, the sword light turns into a cage, and the sword intent turns into infinite terror to lock the two of them.

Sen Ran's aura of death spread out, and the sword qi was intertwined, turning into a net of heaven and earth that could be drilled without gaps, and the thick killing intent around Yu Zhanzi's body at this time was churning, his eyes were as sharp as blazing and spinning like electricity, and the terrifying sword qi that came out of the sword in his hand became more and more dense, and the aura curtain that the sword turned into contained the power of destroying the sky, and the smaller it became. The "hissing" sword and the sound of the night becoming more and more intense.

"Boom", there was a loud noise in Ling Tianyun's dantian, his eyes were like electricity, he frantically operated the Jiuyang true qi in his body, the three blazing fireballs in the dantian stirred up a dazzling light like an explosion, and the pure yang-like true qi roared up. The treasure knife flashed with several dazzling lights, his body sank slightly, and he stepped forward under his feet, he raised the treasure knife high with both hands, and the treasure knife like lightning suddenly trembled, and then Ling Tianyun held the treasure knife and slashed down fiercely towards the jade battle wielding the long sword.

Ye Yinfeng's body was too innocent, and his qi turned sharply like a river, and the three nebulae in the dantian shot out thousands of stars, he completely relaxed his nerves, and the more urgent the moment, the calmer he needed to be. The spiritual platform began to become clear and clear, he looked coldly at the sword intent cage that shrouded him, and another figure of himself appeared in his mind. In the boundless chaos, he saw a faint gap in the cage of sword intent that shrouded him, although the gap could not be seen with the naked eye, but through his divine sense, he still found this almost non-existent flaw.

Stepping on the 'Seven Stars Chasing the Moon Footwork' under his feet, Ye Yinfeng's body suddenly turned into a wisp of ghostly wind, not that he didn't exist, but that his body was too fast, resulting in a shadow that could only be seen. Suddenly, the iron sword let out a high-pitched sword roar, Ye Yinfeng's body began to become distorted, and the iron sword in his hand stabbed into the sword intent cage with a thousand stars gushing out from the dantian.

The endless sword intent turned into a cage like a net of heaven and earth and tightened up, and the long sword with blue light was like a fairy sword blade in the hands of Yu Zhanzi, and when it was waved and danced, it was a heaven and earth. Yu Zhanzi was very confident, no one could get out of the cage under his Biyuan sword, and no one could live out of his sword intent, he waved his long sword and stepped on the waves, like a leisurely stroll.

The net of heaven and earth woven by the sword qi began to tighten slowly, and he seemed to see a trace of panic in the eyes of the two teenagers, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he enjoyed this desperate expression and panicked gaze very much. He didn't know how many times he had enjoyed such a scene, he was the hunter, and the person trapped in the cage was his prey, he liked to watch the fight of the trapped beasts, and in his cage, no beast could escape.

The fortune teller blocked Zhuo Qingchen's every attack with great ease, and with a swing of his long sleeves and a wave of his long sleeves, he counterattacked the jade flute in Zhuo Qingchen's hand. He was stepping on a ghost-like footwork under his feet, but Zhuo Qingchen tried his best, the jade flute sometimes turned into a sword and stabbed and sometimes turned into a knife to slash, but it was blocked back by the fortune teller with a wave of his long sleeves.

With a "boom", Zhuo Qingchen's figure turned sharply and retreated, he put the jade flute under his lips, and a sharp and piercing sound came from the jade flute. The sound waves rolled like waves towards the fortune teller priest, and the Taoist priest was a relaxed and comfortable casual rotation posture, only to see him from the wide sleeves of the slender palm, "pop papa", he clapped his palms several times, the sound of the palm clapping turned into a sharp force to the sound wave of the jade flute, and soon the applause drowned out the sound of the flute.

The fortune teller was relaxed, but Zhuo Qingchen was anxious, he didn't expect this Taoist priest to crack his flute attack in this way. Often, the simpler the method, the more effective it is, and applause is also a means of sonic attack, and the simplicity and directness make him very hard. He contemplated his luck, and the flute sound rose again, but it was the sound of waves crashing on the shore, and the upturned waves piled up several white foams, and as the waves became more and more urgent, the flute sound also became high.

The fortune teller looked relaxed, his palms became rapid with the sound of the flute, the sound of the waves was as sharp as thunder, and the applause was like the beating of golden drums. Applause and flute intertwined, everyone's ears only feel that sometimes the waves crash on the shore set off thousands of huge waves, sometimes the golden drum beating attracts thousands of troops, the drum sound and the sound of the wave are staggered, there is a magnificent momentum like a golden iron horse, there is a magnificent scene like turbulent waves.

For a while, the fortune teller's applause and the flute sound drowned each other, sometimes the applause was high, sometimes the flute sound was sharp, and the two held on for a long time and finally ended. Zhuo Qingchen's face was flushed with a touch of tiredness, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his hands holding the flute trembled slightly, and his lips were almost white. But the Taoist priest was light-hearted, and he waved his long sleeves comfortably. The strength and weakness of the superior and the inferior were suddenly clear, and the Taoist priest obviously used the simplest and most direct method to crack Zhuo Qingchen's sonic skill.

"Who is Your Excellency, there are very few people who can crack the 'Blue Sea Tide Song', even if it is the four great ancient martial arts sects, it is impossible for this person to be so easy." Zhuo Qingchen asked with a deep unwillingness.