"Senior Brother Han!" The moment Han Ming's head flew up, the two geniuses of Beichen Sword Sect shouted in grief.
"I'm going to kill you to avenge Senior Brother Han!" The two of them were filled with hatred and their eyes were about to burst. The other seven disciples of Qingyun Sect and Jinluo Sect were even more shocked.
"The powerful Han Ming was killed like this? Su Yunfei is too terrifying!"
"He used Han Ming's sword skills to kill Han Ming. In a short time, he understood Han Ming's sword skills. His understanding is amazing."
"Oops! Han Ming died before he could hand over Ling Yun's mental method!". . . The sword that Su Yunfei used to kill Han Ming just now was not exactly the same as Han Ming's swordsmanship, but the sword domain's power was increased in that sword. He condensed the three-foot-square sword domain to one point, and together with the sword's intention and sword energy Han Ming slashed towards him, the sword domain was a space independent of this world, and the power of the explosion in the sword domain was terrifying.
But this sword also consumed a lot of Su Yunfei's energy, and he was much weaker than before.
The other two members of the Beichen Sword Sect had been replaced by anger, and no matter how they bullied the few, they held their swords and killed Su Yunfei.
The swordsmanship of these two people is not as strong as Han Ming's, but they are not much weaker either. Facing the strong attack of the two men, Su Yunfei took out a demon pill from the Najie and swallowed it into his belly. Suddenly, a burst of pure energy burst out in his body. His energy recovered a little, but it was only a drop in the bucket.
Su Yunfei's face turned cold, and he faced him with his sword, and the three of them immediately started fighting. The seven monks from Qingyun Sect and Jinluo Sect watched intently, but at the same time they also had their own little thoughts.
"Let them fight, no matter who lives or dies, it will be beneficial to us. If the people from Beichen Sword Sect win, we will kill them. After all, the treasure on Su Yunfei must be taken away by our Qingyun Sect."
"Su Yunfei definitely can't win. He has lost too much energy by killing Han Ming just now. Now the chance of winning against two people is zero."
"Haha... Brother Li, when Su Yunfei is dying, I will stop the two people from Beichen Sword Sect for you. You go and chop off Su Yunfei's head. From today on, you will become famous and you may be criticized by the Great Elder. Accept him as his personal disciple."
"Haha... then I would like to thank my junior brothers." . . Jinluo Sect is an affiliated sect of Qingyun Sect, so the conversations between the Qingyun Sect and several people did not avoid them.
They didn't dare to disagree with the comparison. Soon, the smiles of these people gradually disappeared, because at this moment, Su Yunfei had the upper hand.
Although he was seriously injured now, facing two powerful enemies, he entered a violent state, with the Zixiao Heart Technique and the Supreme Sword Sutra running crazily in his body. His sword draws were getting faster and faster, so fast that the two of them couldn't even see it. Not sure, I can only judge his move based on feeling.
Su Yunfei was vomiting blood while attacking crazily. Once he entered a violent state, he would forget the pain and see only the enemy in front of him.
After fighting for a quarter of an hour, a disciple of Beichen Sword Sect was cut in half with a sword and died. Another disciple was already afraid and wanted to retreat.
"Come and help me!" At this time, he didn't care about his face and immediately asked for help from the seven people watching the battle, but the seven people were indifferent.
Seeing that the seven people did not help, he despaired. In the end, his despair turned into overwhelming hatred, not for Su Yunfei, but for the seven people who were watching from the sidelines.
"I curse you to a bad death!" These were the last words of the remaining Beichen Sword Sect disciple, because a sword light blew his head away.
puff! Su Yunfei vomited a large mouthful of blood. It took more than a quarter of an hour to kill two disciples of Beichen Sword Sect. From this, we can see how much impact Su Yunfei's injuries had on his strength. If Su Yunfei was in his prime state, it would only take a few dozen breaths to survive against these two people. time.
At this moment, Su Yunfei was extremely weak, and his body was covered with cracks. He looked extremely terrifying, and there was not a trace of energy left in his body.
Now he could only hold on to his sword to prevent himself from falling. After swallowing several healing pills and demon pills in succession, he still could not stop the deterioration of his injuries. If he continued to fight, he might damage the foundation of his cultivation.
Although the seven geniuses from Qingyun Sect and Jinluo Sect were shocked that Su Yunfei could defeat two genius sword cultivators from Beichen Sword Sect in such a state, they were only shocked because in their opinion, Su Yunfei was already a dead man. .
"Haha... It's our turn now. After killing Su Yunfei, the purple golden pot will belong to my Qingyun Sect, and the rest will be left to the fellow Taoists of Jinluo Sect."
"Haha... Many thanks to the fellow Taoists of the Qingyun Sect. I will leave it to the fellow Taoists of the Qingyun Sect to behead Su Yunfei later."
"This time we will definitely become famous, and our status in the sect will also rise." .
. The seven monks from Qingyun Sect and Jinluo Sect no longer paid attention to Su Yunfei at this moment, and began to discuss how to distribute the treasures on him.
This scene fell into Su Yunfei's eyes, making him angry and at the same time feeling extremely humiliated.
"Are we really going to use the small cauldron today? I'm not willing to give in, I can still fight again!" He whispered to himself, and then before the opponent came to kill him, he crazily swallowed pills and demon pills to add a little more Yes a little.
"If I don't fall after this battle, I believe that my strength will definitely make a qualitative leap!" ------After three days of treatment, Xiao Yunxi's injuries have recovered to a certain extent, and she has been with her all the time. Ye Qingcheng was extremely anxious at the moment.
At this moment, a disciple of the Qingshan Sect hurriedly found Ye Qingcheng.
"We finally found the disciples from Shushan Sword Tomb. Something bad has happened. Ten top geniuses from Qingyun Sect, Jinluo Sect and Beichen Sword Sect are preparing to surround Daoist Su. Senior Brother Qingmu is killing a Jinluo Sect disciple I learned from the transmission notes, he has already rushed over and asked me to come and inform the fellow Taoists in Shushan." Upon hearing the news, Ye Qingcheng and Xiao Yunxi were like thunderbolts from the blue, their minds went blank, and Xiao Yunxi felt a pain in her heart.
"Where?!" they both asked at the same time,
"Follow me!" The Qingshan Sect disciples quickly rushed to the valley with Xiao Yunxi and Ye Qingcheng.
"Dongfang Man, Yang Feng, where are you two? Come quickly and save Yunfei!" Ye Qingcheng shouted angrily while holding the transmission talisman on the way.
"Yunfei, you must hold on. If something happens to you, I will never forgive myself in this life." Xiao Yunxi was heartbroken.
The three of them arrived outside the valley. Because they were shrouded by the formation, they could not see clearly what was going on in the valley and could only sense bursts of energy fluctuations.
Qingmu, a disciple of the Qingshan Sect who had already arrived outside the valley, saw the three of them and said anxiously: "It will take three hours to break this formation. There is no time to wait now. Fellow Daoist Su will be in danger a quarter of an hour later. . We can only break it with force." Without any hesitation, several people took out their magic weapons and attacked the formation together. With a bang, the light curtain of the formation trembled slightly, but no cracks were produced.
"Come again!" Several people continued to attack the formation for a quarter of an hour. The formation finally developed some cracks, but they healed quickly.
"Our strength is still not enough. Unless a few more people come and concentrate their strength on one point, we can break the formation." Aoki said in a deep voice.
"Dongfang Nan and Yang Feng, why don't you come? If you don't come, my junior brother will die!" Ye Qingcheng roared at the transmission talisman, with a cry in his voice.
Xiao Yunxi is also using the transmission talismans to summon the sisters in Lingyue Palace. They were transmitting messages while bombarding the formation with all their strength.
In the valley, the seven members of Qingyun Sect and Jinluo Sect looked at the extremely weak Su Yunfei, their eyes full of teasing.
"Haha...do you have any last words?"
"It's your mother! Stop talking nonsense and fight if you want!" Su Yunfei yelled angrily, his voice obviously weakened.
A few people didn't care much about Su Yunfei's foul language. After all, they wouldn't lose a few pieces of meat if a dying man cursed a few words.
"I have decided that if I just kill him, I will take advantage of him. I will torture him slowly!"
"Yes! How many of our classmates died in his hands, how much torture he must endure!". . . A disciple of the Jinluo Sect approached Su Yunfei with a smile, his eyes filled with amusement and hatred. Seeing the man gradually approaching, Su Yunfei, who had recovered some energy, waved his hand without saying a word. When the swords clashed, there was a loud bang, and the Jinluo Sect disciple, who thought Su Yunfei had no fighting power at all, was cut in half from head to toe without any precautions.
Suddenly, the remaining six monks looked at Su Yunfei in horror.
"How come he still has the strength to resist? We can't be careless anymore. Let's fight quickly." At this moment, the sound of the formation being attacked was heard outside.
"No, someone is attacking the formation. Let's get rid of him quickly to avoid long nights and nightmares!" Without any hesitation, the six people used their own spells to kill Su Yunfei.
Su Yunfei faced six people one by one, and with his seriously injured body, it was extremely difficult to resist. He was knocked away time and time again, and had to stand up again and again with difficulty.
Because he understood the transparency of the sword's heart, he could always quickly find the flaws in the opponent's spells, and he could also quickly avoid the fatal blows of several people. Coupled with the sword domain, he was not killed quickly. But he couldn't hold on for long.
After struggling for a quarter of an hour, he was knocked out again. This time he really couldn't stand up.
"Are we really going to perish here? I'm not willing to accept it!" He said unwillingly in his heart, but at this moment he didn't even have the strength to control the small cauldron.
Just before the six people were about to kill Su Yunfei completely, the golden elixir in his body finally produced two wisps of Hongmeng Purple Qi after running the Zixiao Mind Technique for so long.
It was these two wisps of Hongmeng Purple Qi that made Su Yunfei start fighting again. He pointed his sword at the six people.
"Haha...do you six have any last words?" The six of them felt something was wrong and actually had an urge to run away.
"This is his flashback. We don't want to be fooled by him. Success or failure depends on this one move. Kill!" The six people no longer hesitated, preparing to use the strongest blow to completely kill Su Yunfei.
Su Yunfei clenched the Chixiao Sword. Although he stood up, the energy recovered in his body was only enough for him to swing the sword. He was ready to swing the sword shown in front of his ancestor Ye Shanhe.
He laughed loudly: "I have a sword!" At this moment, Dongfang Man Yang Feng and others also arrived outside the formation. Without any hesitation, a group of people faced the formation with all their strength and prepared to attack.
The people outside the valley used the strongest blow, and Su Yunfei inside the valley also used his last sword.
