The corners of the Tsing Yi man's mouth outlined a sneer, and the folding fan in his hand swiped in the air, and a sharp sword gang immediately split the rushing Void Phoenix in half. As everyone knows, the shattered void phoenix turned into countless star rings, spinning wildly, rushing towards the people in Tsing Yi.

Attacked by countless murderous star rings, the people of Tsing Yi felt a great danger while being annoyed, and with a cold snort, the folding fan in his hand swirled and danced, bursting out of a gorgeous light, instantly turning into countless entwined sword gangs, and they all went towards the star ring entanglement and cutting.

I have to say that the combat power of the people in Tsing Yi is by no means comparable to that of ordinary cultivators, and their keen sense of battle and on-the-spot response ability are all first-class and excellent. It's just that no one knows that his opponent is a female killer who has been through a hundred battles, especially good at capturing fighters and controlling the overall situation, once he falls into her battle rhythm, it is difficult to retreat.

A series of metal cutting and shattering sounds resounded, and at the same time that the entwined sword gang shredded the star ring, it was also all gone. At this moment, a fan shadow like a substance drew a strange silver arc in the air, and it quickly cut towards the pink jade neck of Fengyi mutton fat.

This is also too hard-hearted, and the other party is also a charming and charming, amorous beauty, how can he not even have a little pity and cherishing the jade, is this still a man? Countless contemptuous eyes shot at someone angrily, if the sight can kill, the body has been divided on the spot.

Such a ruthless method of destroying flowers and breaking branches is shameful. The man in Tsing Yi has no awareness of this at all, he has already regarded Feng Yi as an existence that can threaten him, whether it is a beautiful woman or a fat pig, there is no difference, what he has in his heart is only an opponent.

In the battle of cultivators, there is no distinction between age and gender. He was shocked that the other party's ability to grasp the fighter plane and control the rhythm of the battle was by no means something that an ordinary little mercenary could have, and the combat power he showed had completely exceeded his expectations.

Feng Yi saw this, his face was also slightly shocked, although the attack of this fan shadow looked extremely sharp, but he couldn't feel the murderous aura that Si Yan should have, even if he was really hit, at most it would only leave a blood mark on the jade neck, this was a subtle feeling, Feng Yi caught it at the first time, but despite this, how could she let her jade neck be damaged in the slightest, it was an unbearable humiliation.

A hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand flew up, and a sword curtain instantly appeared in front of him, protecting his entire body. The fan shadow with a dazzling silver light slashed across the sword curtain, making a metallic cutting sound.

In the end, she still underestimated the sharpness of this fan shadow, the sword curtain was cut open under the cutting of the fan shadow, and the remnants of the silver light still swept over her body silently, Feng Yi felt that the jade neck was cold, and her heart was suddenly shocked, looking at the hand that was slamming towards the jade neck, although she did not see red, but there was still a hot feeling in the jade neck, and she knew in her heart that although the skin was not broken, she must have left a scratch on the jade neck.

It's not that the other party's subordinates are merciful, and they temporarily pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and if possible, they will definitely cruelly cut the jade neck of this delicate body, and not even a trace of pity will be revealed. Because the astonishment on her face had not yet dissipated, and before she could even vent her anger, she found that those scattered fan shadows had actually re-condensed in the void, and then drew a strange silver arc, cutting diagonally towards her jade neck again.

Feng Yi's body instinctively leaned back, and the long sword conjured up a starlight at the same time, slashing towards the rushing fan shadow like a waterfall.

Boom! The fan shadow was once again smashed, but what was surprising was that these smashed points of light actually turned into countless three-inch-long silver sharp needles, like rain, and poured towards Feng Yi one after another.

Yes...... Seeing this scene, some people couldn't help but exclaim. The magical method of the Tsing Yi people made people look thrilling, their eyeballs almost fell out, and there was a cry of surprise in the air.

Even the three daughters of Ziyan can see the ups and downs of their chests, these ordinary viewers can't understand this kind of mysterious means, but the three girls can see it very clearly. At the moment when the shadow of the fan was shattered, the people in Tsing Yi relied on their powerful spiritual power and exquisite control techniques to reunite those scattered yuan forces and turn them into silver sharp needles, which was a truly deadly attack.

This kind of long-distance mental manipulation ability seems to be difficult to achieve with the cultivation he has shown, but he can easily complete it without moving, which proves that his true cultivation is by no means below Feng Yi.

Feng Yi is hiding his strength, the other party is not deliberately hiding his clumsiness, the battle between cultivators is full of tricks, deceit, and the hole cards are endless, and shameless and despicable words are not touched. You are yin, that's stupid, your skills are not as good as others, what are you pretending to be, and you deserve to be divided.

Did Feng Yi underestimate the enemy? Since she was a child, she has been trained to fight rabbits with lions, and although she has suppressed her cultivation, she will never take it lightly. It's just that he has never encountered this kind of strange and unpredictable attack method, the real one was not lightly shocked, the flower face was slightly discolored, and under the shock, it was not chaotic, the body immediately reacted, the yuan force in the body ran wildly, and the long sword in his hand swirled vertically and horizontally, swaying out pieces of starlight sword nets, covering the whole body layer by layer, resisting the silver sharp needles pouring like rain.

"Can you stop it?" A faint voice spat out from the mouth of the man in Tsing Yi, full of cruel sarcasm, and the other hand behind him reached out, and with a light grasp in the void, dozens of silver sharp needles instantly condensed into a brilliant silver spear, which looked extremely sharp, towards the starlight sword net, just a slight stab, and the silk tenacious extreme sword net was easily broken.

The Starlight Sword Net and the Silver Spear are also condensed by Yuan Force, and being broken so easily can only show one problem, that is, there is still a considerable gap between each other's Yuan Force level and quality.

Poof! The starlight sword net was broken, Feng Yi's body was instantly hit by the silver spear, and the whole person flew out upside down, slamming into the tree pole behind him, his hair was scattered, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

In the midst of a shush, Feng Yi's slender body slowly twisted and stood up, stretched out his green slender jade fingers, carefully wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and sorted out the scattered hair, but the momentum on his body became particularly indifferent and iron-blooded.

The man in Tsing Yi still held the silver spear in his hand, and his whole body was glowing with coldness, and he looked immersed to the bone. A shot was drawn in the air, and the guns were all around in an instant, as if they were in the water of the night, rippling with cold reflections, and the silver light was everywhere.

The silver spear swirled and flew, the Yuan Force rushed like a tide, and a torrent vortex seemed to appear in front of Feng Yi's body, and the air around him seemed to be pulled into it all at once. As the speed of the silver spear danced faster and faster, Feng Yi, who was more than ten meters away, was inexplicably pulled by a powerful whirlwind, and he was a little embarrassed to hit the tip of the silver spear.

The world is so big, all kinds of subtle and mysterious combat skills emerge in endlessly, the "cold moon spear" of the people in Tsing Yi is even more weird, and when Feng Yi was shocked, the whole body quickly crashed into the tip of the opponent's gun, but saw a flash of silver gun marks in front of him, as if the light of the cold moon instantly penetrated the clothes on his chest and came out of his body.

The eyes of the man in Tsing Yi overflowed with a fierce color, and the silver spear in his hand immediately swirled, as if he wanted to crush the other party's Jiao. can become a personal disciple of Ziwei Peak, how can he be a soft-hearted person, being forced to the point of being a little mercenary, and a woman in the mood for love, has completely aroused his anger and killing, the gun is ruthless, and he never knows what pity is, only when the other party completely falls, can he save his face.

As everyone knows, under the sharp rotation of the spear, he didn't feel any obstruction, as if stirring a cloud of empty air, he obviously saw the other party's figure being torn apart by the cold moon spear, but he didn't see the blood splashing on the surface.

Tsing Yi's heart was full of joy, and he secretly exclaimed, "Not good!" Drawing the gun, he wanted to float back, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a purple star rushing from the side, aiming straight at his temple, and suddenly he couldn't dodge, and then the tail of the inverted spear swept out obliquely without thinking, intending to swing away and fly to a touch of purple starlight.

At the moment when Feng Yi crashed into the tip of the opponent's spear, he unfolded his ethereal step and drifted away, leaving only a phantom, but his real body swept to the side of the man in Tsing Yi, and the long sword in his hand shot at the opponent's head, as if he expected the other party to return to the gun to block, and the sword suddenly sank halfway, instantly turning into a stabbing ......

When the man in Tsing Yi was shocked, before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in the wrist pulse holding the gun, and he almost couldn't hold it, and in a hurry, he carried the cold moon gun and flew back quickly, spilling a blood stain along the way. Retreat, retreat again! Regardless of the splash of blood, the little starlight and sword shadow in front of him are always inseparable, and they are chasing after each other like a shadow.

In fact, although Feng Yi was awe-inspiring, he was only very measured, intending to force the other party to admit defeat, and the Yin family's people could be killed, but her intuition told her that this Tsing Yi man couldn't die here. Otherwise, how could he have fought so hard, and he had to forcibly withdraw the killing momentum even if he was injured.

Unexpectedly, this man in Tsing Yi had no awareness of this, and was still fighting with great interest, not knowing that he had already walked a few times after the ghost gate was closed. The so-called gathering of things by like, he can become the right-hand man of the young master of birds and beasts, and he is naturally the kind of person who is tempted when he sees a beautiful woman, and he can see at a glance that Feng Yi is still the kind of chick who has not been budded. It is true that he begged for an antidote for his companions, but he would not destroy the flowers and willows, at least he would have to die for his own hakama.

Feng Yi had some scruples in his heart, and he kept his hands everywhere, but he gave the people in Tsing Yi a chance to breathe, and seized the moment when the opponent's sword momentum was slightly sluggish, and his body did not retreat but advanced.