"Ming'er! Why are you doing?" Rong'er sighed, but he knew that it was impossible to persuade him. Ming'er smiled and said, "Those who only love are omnipotent, omnipotent, and omnipotent. However, those who only love are selfless!" Ming'er gently put the equipment neatly one by one, held the strengthening green dragon in one hand, said goodbye to Rong'er and Yue'er, and left. Yue'er couldn't stand it and shook her head gently and said, "It's really no save Ming'er. I would rather practice forgetting myself than practice love."

Rong'er glanced at Yue'er and said, "Yue'er... Now you are the only one left to have the threshold of artistic conception... Do you still have the intention to eat, drink and have fun here?" Yue'er said with a constant expression, "This is what you don't understand. I'm trying to create a brand new artistic conception. Well, name it free artistic conception." Rong'er was helpless when she heard this, and knew in her heart that Yue'er had been the lazyest of the four people since the past. If Xi'er didn't force her, Yue'er would have few willing to spend time practicing continuously. She had no choice but to let her go.

Ke Ming was next to the rock at the top of the cliff, staring at the situation of the remote valley below with a calm expression. On the other end not far away, there were Jian Ruyan and Jian Ruyu from the Nanhai Sword Sect. On the top of the cliff opposite Mingming, there was Ming'er wearing white clothes and a smile on his face. On the top of the cliff on the other side, there were higher than the three, with rocks densely spreading, making it difficult to be sure who was hiding behind.

Of course, these were only a few people on the top of the cliff that knew each other's existence. In the remote valley, the three sect leaders of Tianlong Shen, Tiandaozi, Ren, each led a large number of masters in the sect. However, the Wudang Sect was unexpectedly led by Batian and Tiandao and their group to participate, but Xiao Lang was nowhere to be seen. Unexpectedly, the disciples of the ancient tomb sect only came more than the other four sects. But this was inevitable that killing Yiyun would be able to control the ancient tomb. The Sword Shaben was very famous in the sect. After Xiaolongnu was reborn, she married Yu Kuang and married several supporters in the Ancient Tomb sect. Jingjian Sha was one of the most famous ones.

Several disciples stood in the courtyard, almost completely filled the remote valley. Zishan was lit with acupuncture points to prevent the acupuncture points. On a chair facing the end of the narrow passage in the valley, the two sides were Tianlong Shen, Ren and Tiandaozi, and the ones one a little further ahead were Suifeng couples. Quanzhen Beidou Seven Star Formation, Wudang Zhenwu Seven Section Formation, Beggar Gang's Dog Stick Formation, Hengshan Sect Sword Formation, have already set up the formation eyes on all sides, and everyone's expressions are solemn, and many people are inevitably looking forward to it. Yes, everyone in the field knows who they are facing today.

Yiyun had a faint smile on her lips and walked slowly towards the remote valley from a narrow road. All the disciples of various sects in the valley looked at Yiyun with caution. The third legendary level in the Jianghu, even if they have such an absolute advantage in numbers, no one dared to look down on them. The three Tianlong Gods slowly stood up, "Yiyun, do you still remember me?" Yiyun's eyes passed through a large number of sect masters who were approaching the three of them, and said in a deep voice, "There are people who are reborn in the Jianghu every day, but they can get up quickly, and those who can climb higher than before are always the few. You are indeed amazing."

The God of Heavenly Dragon chuckled, but his voice was mixed with internal strength so that everyone could clearly hear it. "To be honest, this is thanks to you. You made me realize the gap, you made me realize that the world is bigger than I imagined, and you made me realize that I am self-esteem. Today, I am very despicable, but I can only do this. Although after rebirth, I was fortunate that the hermit of the world taught me his unique skills and had even more adventures. My strength has made it difficult for me to believe it by myself, but I still know that today I am still not your opponent."

Yiyun chuckled and said, "Your progress is more than I imagined. Experts are always experts. Tiandaozi, Ren, you two really surprised me." Tiandaozi smiled and said, "Yiyun, thanks to you!" Suifeng squinted his eyes and said, "Purple shirt, we have been very good to her these days, and we have never caused any harm to her. You can rest assured."

He said with confusion and hatred, "Yiyun! Be crazy, but your arrogance is over to the end today. Senior sister and the ancient tomb sect, it's time to end today!" He jumped out of the crowd, stopped twenty feet in front of Yiyun, and laughed and said, "Yiyun, let me be crazy today, and defeat you completely!" Yiyun didn't even look at it, looked at the Tianlong Shinto and said, "Let's start, there is no need to waste time. How much distance should I go forward to let you complete the encirclement?"

There was no worry on Zishan's face, as if he was very confident that Yiyun could deal with any difficulties. The Dragon God laughed, "Okay, Yiyun, your courage is still the same as before, and the arrogance. Please move forward fifteen feet. Even if you lose, I will never touch your woman's hair."

Yiyun's figure moved and jumped forward ten feet apart in an instant, with a smile on her face, as if she had been standing in this position since the beginning. Everyone secretly took a deep breath. Is this terrible body speed still human? Batian was deploying the Wudang sword formation, and a large number of Wudang disciples surrounded the narrow valley behind Yiyun. Batian's etiquette said, "Yiyun, I didn't expect that we would make a fuss to this point today, it's really..." Yiyun interrupted and said, "Shut up!" Tiandao Qi said angrily, "Let's see how long you can be rampant!"

Kuangguo held the seven-star dragon abyss and took a step forward, laughing wildly, "No need to waste your energy at all, Yiyun! Accept your bad luck in life! After killing you, I will treat your woman well. Hahaha..." Yiyun's eyes fell into a hollow, and it changed between confusion and Qingming, making people look extremely strange. Kuangguo shouted and Yang Jian rushed forward, his eyes filled with madness, and his huge huge force fell towards Yiyun. Yiyun's figure flashed and he had retreated to the hands of the Wudang Sect who was blocking the road behind. Kuangguo's terrifying blow was completely lost.

After the improvement of the new stage, Yiyun's move will no longer use the area and energy as the attack method. The deep purple figure that is so fast that it is impossible to see clearly is shuttled through the hands of Wudang, and his hands are aimed at passing through the throats of one person after another. The dense crowd cannot have any impact on Yiyun's actions at all. The forced crossing in the new stage can instantly turn into shadows from any gap within a short distance, and Yiyun goes into and out of the crowd like a nobody. No one is spared wherever he passes, and they all pierce the throat and fall to the ground with a deep breath.

Yi Yun's body moved faster and faster. After walking through the crowd for a while, she saw a tortuous and blurred purple shadow that had not disappeared. The other end had appeared. She was forced to be in the open space in the field by the crowd. She was unable to continue even if she wanted to intervene. This speed was so incredible. How to chase after her? How can she travel through the crowd to chase? Many masters in the field who had participated in the Battle of Black Wood Cliff could not help but have the situation of the battle that day. Dongfang Bubai was so fast that it was so terrifying...

Yiyun's face was expressionless, and her hands swept across the enemy's throats, accelerating, forcing her to cross the body after the dual effects, was so ghostly that she could not be more powerful. Zishan looked extremely excited, and she was even more proud and happy. This was Yiyun, which was Yiyun who gave all her time in martial arts.

Zishan thought Yiyun was right. Although he treated him cruelly and everything around him for his martial arts sake, Zishan still thought Yiyun was right. How could it be wrong? If Yiyun was a little lazy and relaxed to herself a little, how could martial arts reach a new level at this moment? How could it be forced to travel with a 100% chance of starting? How could it be so calm and unhurried at this moment, with a terrible number of people, and entering and leaving like a nobody?

Formation? It is useless at this moment. Faced with this body technique, this speed, even Yiyun's aura cannot be locked. How to attack? At this moment, everyone just feels like they are standing here and let Yiyun slaughter the prey, from hunter to prey. The taste of this transformation is very painful...

A female disciple of the Wudang Sect burst into blood and fell to the ground in depressed state. She was so angry that she tried to struggle to cover her pierced throat, but she couldn't move. A man cried loudly. The two had been in the world for a long time and were also a model couple that many people knew in the sect. The relationship was always very harmonious. It can be seen how sad the man was at this moment. The two took countless bitterness and sweat to cultivate their cultivation today, but in just one moment, they became Qingyan.

The man was in a state of grief and anger. He tried to chase Yiyun, who was blocked by the crowd and could not move forward. He was extremely angry and cursed and shouted incoherently. Yiyun's eyes were empty and confused. She flashed behind her and quickly passed by the man. The man could no longer shout, and a bunch of blood burst out from his throat, and slowly fell to the ground.

The cold sweat on the forehead of the Dragon God could not help but slowly flowed down, and slowly stood up straight, staring at the Wudang disciple who was constantly dying in the field. Keming on the top of the cliff looked sad and wanted to fly down to stop him, but Ming'er on the other end stopped him with his eyes. Keming knew that it was Ming'er's warning. If he dared to intervene, Ming'er would immediately draw his sword to participate in the massacre.

Ke Ming endured the grief in his heart, remembered the bet with Yiyun, and suppressed the idea of ​​taking action, but he turned his head away from time to time and couldn't bear to see the tragic situation in the field. What's the use of even taking action? Even if he didn't say that, he couldn't stop Yiyun's terrible body movement. Even Ming'er might not be inferior to him, and he was enough to stubborn himself to death. This feeling of powerlessness made Ke Ming very painful, but sometimes, what's the use of pain and unbearability?
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