The next moment, Yin Fengyue's figure moved again, intending to get rid of this situation of being passively attacked, but it was a pity that the other party would not give him this opportunity at all.

Lu Suifeng anticipated the enemy's opportunity, as if he had already known that he would sneak away again, with a twist of his wrist, the sword returned, trembling, a fluttering sword, there was no fixed trajectory and direction, but the invisible sword qi and sword intent were everywhere, making it difficult for people to determine where to attack in the next moment, so that the other party did not dare to act rashly.

In Yin Fengyue's eyes, there was a flickering sword in the sky, and each cold light contained a killing intention, it was difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction, and a wrong prediction was bound to splash blood. Unexpectedly, the opponent's sword momentum was so weird and powerful, and a slight negligence was enveloped in it, and danger arose.

From attacking and killing the other party to being attacked and killed by the other party, there is even a chance to sneak away. If it weren't for the cultivator who was accustomed to seeing the stormy waves, he was in a critical situation, but although he was shocked but did not mess up, without the slightest hesitation, a pair of palms wearing silver gloves instantly turned into a palm shadow in the sky, and slapped out seven seven forty-nine palms in one go, hard touch, hard block and hard connection, a pair of gloves could resist the cutting of the blade without any damage.

On the battle platform, palm shadows, swords flew vertically and horizontally, staggered and collided, and a piercing roar continued to explode in the air, and even the hard ground was cut out of cracks, and dust was splashed everywhere.

Yin Fengyue's pair of silver palms were covered with layers of palm shadows, rushing out like a tide, and with sharp energy, they dissolved the mountain sword shadows that Lu Suifeng attacked one by one. The body constantly drifts from side to side, intending to distance itself from the opponent, get out of the attack range, and reintegrate into the void.

What was extremely depressing was that no matter where he moved, the opponent's sword always followed him like a shadow, like a maggot to the bone, and a little cold star was even transmitted from the shadow of the impermeable palm, like a flying star outside the sky, rushing straight towards Yin Fengyue's eyebrows.

Frightened, Yin Fengyue's figure flashed back, and his hands reached to his waist at the same time, retreating, retreating...... A little cold star is like a messenger chasing souls and asking for life.

Yin Fengyue took advantage of the momentum of flying, dodging left and right while dodging, the action of reaching his waist with both hands unexpectedly touched out two sharp short knives, and the two blades instantly conjured up a dazzling brilliance, and the cold sword light slashed through the void, and two crisp sounds of gold and iron resonated, and the rushing cold star swept away.

The next moment, the Jedi counterattacked, a continuous stream of knives, each attack was carried with sharp knife intent, the knife gas sprayed, and the fatal blow often rushed out in the illusory light curtain, its speed was so fast that people's eyes could not adapt to it, and Lu Suifeng's figure was also instantly cut by this illusory knife light.

A muffled snort sounded in the misty whirlwind of the sword light swirl, and a puff of blood light sprayed with the sound, Lu Suifeng was caught off guard by the opponent's Jedi counterattack, although he got out of the opponent's sudden attack, the clothes on his left arm were still cut open by the sharp knife qi, injured, and blood overflowed.

Yin Fengyue's handsome face was flushed with a touch of incongruous fierceness, The counterattack was successful, and the momentum suddenly soared, and a strong round of fierce attacks forced Lu Suifeng to dodge left and right, and had to rely on the sword to protect himself.

Yin Fengyue's figure is as fast as the wind, floating and changeable like clouds. The next moment, he suddenly appeared on the left side of Lu Suifeng's injury, and the two knives in his hand came out again, one left and one right, one knife cut horizontally under the ribs, and one knife pierced the legs that were rapidly slashed from top to bottom, focusing on the opponent's waist and lower parts, and the serial killing was fast and weird.

The lightning serial attack of the double swords broke through the sword shadow in the sky, and it turned out to be a counterattack attack that squatted close to the ground, and the opponent was taken by it because the sword at the bottom was slightly weaker. Lu Suifeng was half a minute late when he realized it, the hem of his shirt was cut by a sharp knife, and even the trouser tube was torn open, but fortunately, when he dodged, he did not hurt the skin of the cortex.

Yin Fengyue's series of attacks are varied and extremely weird, and ordinary people are only afraid that they will not be able to escape the catastrophe. But Lu Suifeng was not an ordinary person, his sword hit the short knife of the opponent from an incredible angle, and a sonorous sound sounded, and the double knives were suddenly swept away by a latent force. With a flick of the wrist, a sword and three consecutive strikes, the momentum of the whole body changed, swallowing the sky and shaking the earth. Dignified and upright, without any fancy vanity, the sword splits the mountain and cracks the stone.

As if intimidated by the other party's sudden outbreak of sky-swallowing momentum, Yin Fengyue didn't dare to take the challenge head-on. The twin blades were hidden behind their elbows, and their bodies flickered and moved, intending to get rid of the shroud of the opponent's sword momentum. I was shocked to find that it had been firmly locked by an incomparably powerful qi machine, and no matter where it moved, it was a surging sword rush. All the directions were shrouded in the opponent's fierce sword aura, and the so-called phantom speed became a joke at the moment, useless. At this time, there is no real material to learn, only waiting to be divided.

Yin Fengyue, who has the pinnacle of the half-step Spirit God Realm, has extraordinary strength cultivation, and the hole cards to save his life are endless. Although he was shrouded by the opponent's fierce sword momentum, he did not have a hint of panic, and at the same time, there was a faint cold aura on his body, like the yin wind coming out of the crack in the door, like a knife and a needle.

The next moment, I suddenly saw him shake his hand and pop out a wisp of cold light, turning into a faint cyan silk net against the wind, blocking the overwhelming sword momentum of the attack, and the two swords attacked at the same time, conjuring up a piece of brilliance left and right obliquely cutting and crossing, and a trace of cold murderous aura penetrated the dense sword net, like a ghost wrapped around Lu Suifeng's throat.

It's so fast! so fast, so fast, so fast. No one saw the murderous trajectory, which was terrifying. It is impossible to prevent it, and if you are an ordinary person, you are afraid that you have become a corpse at this moment. There is simply no time to dodge and react.

The murderous aura of the deadly Qing Silk was only less than an inch away from her throat, and the corners of Yin Fengyue's mouth lifted a cruel arc, and then suddenly froze. Suddenly, a little light shone in front of him, like a flying star outside the sky piercing the sky and shooting straight towards the center of his eyebrows.

Who's faster?Risking your life, will your life-snatching silk cut my throat, or will my sword pierce your brow first?

Yin Fengyue seems to be timid, yes. At the peak of the half-step spirit realm, they are usually very calm and pragmatic, and they will never fight for the short and long of the moment with enthusiasm. The opponent's sword was a fraction faster than his own Deadly Silk, not to mention that the chill he sent out a second ago was just a false move.

Yin Fengyue's figure drifted away without hesitation, avoiding the opponent's sword qi in a thrilling way, his wrist was retracted and shaken, and the life-killing green silk suddenly retreated, but it suddenly sank a few points unexpectedly, and the lightning flashed towards Lu Suifeng's heart.

The sudden evolution is too weird. The real fatal blow of the other party was actually Lu Suifeng's fatal heart.

"Even if you peek through my secrets, if you don't fall, I will never have peace!" Yin Fengyue's cold voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, and the smell made the pores stand upside down.

A well-calculated blow, no dodging dodge will help. I could only watch as the sharp lethal green silk pierced through the chest mercilessly.

Yin Fengyue's eyes showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smirk, and his mouth was only halfway open before he suddenly froze: the deadly green silk penetrated through the opponent's chest, seemingly without any sense of strength and without any obstacles.

"Oh no! It's an afterimage. Yin Fengyue's heart was shocked, and she immediately retreated, and found a few points of starlight in the corner of her eye......

Yin Fengyue's moves are tricky and vicious, his body is weird, and the means of killing people can be described as endless, which is impossible to prevent. However, in his opponent, what he saw was unparalleled self-confidence, doing whatever he wanted, meaning that the sword arrived, and the sword came out to chase the soul and kill him. It seems that every sword swing at random envelops the opponent's seven vital parts, which is very floating, illusory, and unpredictable.

Yin Feng's life-killing green silk went from a strange attack, a must-kill blow, to a withdrawal and a retreat, only in between gasps. He thinks that his body is as fast as a ghost, and the speed of the other party is not at all human, like the ubiquitous wind, no matter how he dodges, he can't get rid of the seemingly non-existent entanglement. The other party handed out a sword at random, and he had to swing ten swords to block it.

The opportunity was lost, but he moved and dodged quickly, and staged a thrilling scene again and again, exhausted, miserable, and soaked in cold sweat all over his body. In a matter of moments, dozens of blood marks had been left on the snow-like clothes, and there were already blood stains on the ground in the area.

At this time, the two sides are still fighting, but being hunted down. Yin Fengyue only felt a sense of powerlessness that there was no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the ground all over his body, and the sense of fear that was more terrible than death lingered.

A half-step spirit god realm peak, actually being chased and killed by someone with nowhere to escape, this is definitely a great irony, and it makes people feel extremely unreal when they say it.

Yin Fengyue's pupils were shrinking sharply, and Lu Suifeng found that the other party's divine light was almost crazy at this time, and the fighting intent was monstrous, and that calm and cold state disappeared in an instant. In a dangerous situation, his eyes revealed a stronger fighting intent, as if the stronger the other party, the more blood boiled all over his body, and his heart was full of killing intent. At this moment, it seems that in his heart, the only thing to fight and fight again is all the desires in his heart.

"Darkness and silence, the realm of night!" Yin Fengyue muttered, the last word fell, and the space suddenly distorted, and the world of heaven and earth disappeared in an instant, and the space in front of him seemed to be completely shrouded in darkness, and all around him were ink-like colors.

Under the darkness of the realm of night, nothing could be seen clearly, not even a trace of light could exist! no matter what light appeared, it would be completely swallowed up by the darkness, and there would be no trace of it. Dark Realm, Darkness Silence!

Darkness is not unfamiliar to everyone, but the real absolute darkness seems to have never been experienced, because even in the darkest night, there will always be a faint and faint light, even if you can't see the five fingers, you can always do your best to capture a little hazy light and shadow. But in this "realm of the night", no light is allowed to exist at all.