Xuanyuan Yihe has been very depressed recently, as a god-transforming monk standing at the peak of the first realm, calling for wind and rain and looking at the world, he has not felt such a mood for a long time. Nearly half of the clansmen were killed and wounded, the clan land was destroyed, the treasure house was robbed, and they wanted to kill a small yuan baby, but they hit the insect mother's mouth and were seriously injured, as if the bad luck of half a life was concentrated in the recent period.

And that's not all, the insect swarm is flooding in the Dark Moon Realm, and the other two realms are too late to spare people to help, so that their offensive in Yunmengze is also greatly affected, and they actually let people attack the foot of the Thousand Pages Mountain Range, and they met that damn little Yuanying Monk again!

Standing on the top of the mountain, Xuanyuan Yihe's cold gaze moved with Liu Qinghuan below, watching him come and go freely among the ten thousand armies, watching him sway out pieces of green intent to save people, and watching him fight with his own Yuanying Monk.

"It's just ...... self-contained"

"Hmm, who is Brother Xuanyuan talking about?"

A person next to him said, followed his gaze and saw the eye-catching sea of fire in the center of the battlefield, and couldn't help laughing: "Isn't that a kid from the Nanlin Feng family, his combat power is quite good, and he is also a leader among the younger generation, and the Yun Mengze monk who fought with him is indeed beyond his strength." ”

Xuanyuan Yihe's expression was vague, and he let out a cold snort of unknown meaning.

It's not easy for him to say that the person he refers to in his words is not Liu Qinghuan, he can walk a few times under the hands of the god, and he also smashes him into the ground with Dinghaizhu when he is careless, if he can't beat a monk of the same level, where will he put his Xuanyuan Yihe's face!

The black-robed monk who was hiding behind the insect mother that day called Liu Qinghuan's name, and he turned around and used this as a clue to call someone to investigate, and finally found out the identity of the other party.

Born in the Wenshi faction, one of the four major sects of Yunmengze, Yuan Ying had been unknown before, until he led people to open the ghost gate of Dushuo Mountain and became known to the world, causing thousands of demons and ghosts to wreak havoc in their interface, and then disappeared for two or three hundred years, and when he reappeared, he had the name of Master Xuandan.

After coming out of the worm abyss, he actually asked people to track down Liu Qinghuan's whereabouts, but he found nothing, but he didn't expect to meet him here.

The hatred in his heart is itching, but he can't act rashly in today's scene. Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, there are also three gods hidden on the battlefield on the opposite side, as soon as he makes a move, the other party will definitely not stand idly by.

Let you live a little longer!

Xuanyuan Yihe looked down coldly: When the situation becomes more chaotic, it will be your death!

Beside him was another god-transforming monk from the Dark Moon Realm, and while paying attention to the battle below as if watching a play, he commented with great interest: "The Nanlin Feng family inherits the fire phoenix bloodline, although it is a side branch of the Fengqiu Feng clan, and the bloodline is not prosperous, but over the years, there have been a pair of outstanding sons and nephews in the clan. Especially the sixteenth-ranked Feng Ying, who seems to have the appearance of winning the gods. ”

"Feng Seventeen?" Xuanyuan Yihe, who was unhappy, did not comment: "Hehe!"

The man didn't care either, and continued: "Since Feng Eighteen is here, Feng Seventeen, who is with his compatriots, should also arrive. Although Feng Eighteen is worse than Feng Ba, how can it be...... Oh!"

The words of praise could not be said any more, because the situation below was already completely contrary to his words.

"This ...... Pressed down?"

A hint of complexity flashed in Xuanyuan Yihe's eyes, sure enough!

Although Feng Eighteen was blazing and blazing with fire, looking extremely powerful and bluffing, he gradually lost the initiative under the sword intent of the other party, and was stirred up.

Feng Eighteen, who had been hiding in the scorching light, was also forced out, with angry eyebrows: "You ......"

"Definitely!"

The two of them above saw Liu Qinghuan suddenly raise his hand, Feng Eighteen stiffened suddenly, and a sudden sword shadow was reflected in his wide-open eyes, the black sword body was covered with green lines, and those green lines were as vibrant as real vines, as clear as in front of them.

Time seemed to suddenly become extremely slow, and before the sword arrived, the ice-like sword intent had already struck, and it hurt to scratch his face. Feng Eighteen's pupils constricted inwards unnaturally, but he couldn't move a bit.

He was desperate in his heart, and suddenly a loud and long phoenix roar sounded in his ears, and his body, which was as stiff as a stone, was slammed, and the huge force hit him with a scream and fell out on his side.

The Floating Sword stabbed into the air, but it followed without pause!

Although his internal organs seemed to be displaced, Feng Eighteen couldn't care about the pain, his heart was full of joy for the rest of his life, but before he could stabilize his body, the back of his neck felt a slight pain!

This battle is not only the attention of Xuanyuan Yihe and others, Liu Qinghuan's great reputation in the Dark Moon Realm is not convincing to everyone, so there are really many people who secretly pay attention to him with the mentality of distinguishing the truth and falsehood, and many low-level monks below who have received Liu Qinghuan's favor will also take time out of their busy schedules to take a look.

At this time, these people all subconsciously shrank their necks, and watched in horror as a big head flew out, and the splattered blood rushed up several feet high.

"Eighteen!"

The cry of pain came from far and near, Liu Qinghuan stepped back violently, and saw a brilliant flame phoenix falling from the sky, spreading its wings several feet wide, and swept away the dazed Yuan Infant who had just flown out of the corpse of Feng Eighteen.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand to summon back the Floating Sword, and then raised his head expressionlessly.

The fire phoenix flew out of a distance and stopped beside a young monk dressed in purple and wearing a crown, his face was handsome and his bearing was noble, but he grabbed the Yuan Ying of Feng Eighteen and said: "Call you Lang! Forget it, I shouldn't have anything to do to save you!"

Yuan Ying cried with a little face: "Brother......"

"Shut up!" the young monk roared viciously, tucking one of them into his sleeve and looking at Liu Qinghuan.

The two glanced at each other from afar, Liu Qinghuan lowered his eyebrows slightly, the other party's cultivation had actually reached the Great Perfection of the late Yuan Infant Period, and a layer of void firelight made his face ethereal, and the temperature was so high that it seemed that even the surrounding space was distorted.

Feng Seventeen's expression was gloomy, and suddenly he paused, and a large area of scorching flames poured out from under his feet, pouring downward!

"Ahhhh

Screams immediately rang out, and the low-ranking monks who were fighting in the mountains below were caught off guard by the flames, and some of them were burned to ashes before they even had time to scream.

Liu Qinghuan's expression was cold, and he heard the other party say in a cold tone: "Don't you want to save people, I will kill as many as you save!"

Liu Qinghuan frowned, this person can't be sick, if he doesn't seek revenge for killing his brother, what is it like to be angry with others?

The distortion of the mind to this point is also breathtaking.

Looking at those who were screaming and rolling on the ground, desperately fighting the flames on their bodies, he reminded, "Half of them are monks from your realm. ”

The other party was unmoved and threw another piece of flame, which frightened the screams below, and everyone didn't care about killing each other anymore, just wanted to escape from the area where the flames fell quickly.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes were cold, and he had just stretched out his hand, but an extremely subtle transmission suddenly appeared in his ears.

"Aoki Daoyou, it's going to be big, the bigger the momentum, the better, it's best to attract everyone's attention to you!"

Liu Qinghuan recognized that this was the voice of Yu Youdao of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, turned his head, and saw that many people kept turning their eyes over, and although some people were still fighting, they were obviously a little absent-minded.

As soon as his heart turned, he knew the other party's plan.

Nodding his head imperceptibly, Liu Qinghuan smiled mockingly at the person opposite: "Okay, then let's see if you kill faster or if I can save faster!"

As he spoke, a little green mangs flashed in his palm, and after a while, it was already the size of a fist, and the refreshing fragrance of fresh grass and trees spread, diluting the deep smell of blood on the battlefield a little.

"Bang!"

The cyan light burst like fireworks, turning into a downpour of rain and spreading the thick vitality, which made people feel refreshed, and the fire was extinguished everywhere they went, and even the devastated land was covered with a layer of greenery.

All the monks bathed in the rain couldn't help but show a relaxed expression, and the injuries on their bodies were quickly recovering.

"Thank you, Aoki-senpai!"

"Aoki-senpai has made a move, we have been saved!"

"Kill that guy, kill him!"

"Kill him!"

All kinds of voices sounded, and gradually joined together, so that Feng Seventeen's eyebrows on the opposite side were twisted together, and his face gradually revealed a trace of hideousness!

The lifelike flame phoenix beside him suddenly raised its neck and let out a long, sharp roar, forcing all sounds down, flapping its wings and rushing downward.

Liu Qinghuan's figure flashed, he was already raised in front of him, raised his sword and pointed at it, and said contemptuously: "You, dare to fight with me!"