I, Duan Wuya...

I can't say anything later.

Originally, his eyes were wide open and murderous intent was full of murderous aura, which was only three or five breaths. Duan Wuya's face had begun to turn pale. The anger in his wide eyes dissipated, replaced by a strong fear.

Even the Lu Guangsword in his hand was forced by Yan Fei's momentum, he was much more at peace at this moment.

Duan Wuya slowly took three steps back. These three steps are of great significance in everyone's eyes.

Sword slashes the Beiling sword Saint Chu Lie.

The scaring of Duan Wuya from the Western Emperor’s sword saint was enough to amaze the cultivators all over the world.

Duan Wuya took three steps back, and the two disciples following him took a step back more than ten steps. This was because Duan Wuya's aura was facing him. If it were the two of them alone, Yan Fei would not need to take action at all. With his strong momentum alone, they could be scared.

At this moment, these two disciples truly understood Duan Wuya’s difficulties.

It’s not that I refuse to save people, but that I dare not save them.

It’s not that I refuse to help Qiu Ming, but that I dare not help.

For a moment, Duan Wuya had a red face and a thick neck. After a few breaths, Duan Wuya understood in his heart that he would not be able to get back the argument today, and staying would only be even more shameful. At the moment, he had to leave first. Then, it would not be too late to find an opportunity to ask Yan Fei for an explanation.

So Duan Wuya could only shake his head, throw away a harsh word, and leave like that.

"Hmph, you're cruel enough, but that's not the end. I, Duan Wuya, have me, remember and let's go."

Walk?

Xing Lin, Shi Sheng and Gai Meng flashed and blocked Duan Wuya's way.

I am most afraid of this. Duan Wuya's heart trembles when he sees this.

If I really fought here today, Duan Wuya would have almost no chance of winning.

"Oh, Master Xihuang Sword Saint, I just left like this, this is too unreasonable." Xing Lin shook the Nine-Turning Soul-Breaking Sword in his hand and said with a smirk.

Shi Sheng leaned on the Tiangang Demon Hunting Spear on the ground and continued: "Come on whenever you want, go on whenever you want, fight when you come, and retreat when you turn around. Duan Wuya, do you really think this is the Bixiao Sword Pavilion of Xihuang Mountain?"

Gai Meng carried it and suffocated, and said in a muffled voice: "Hehe, I've come, why are you leaving? Come on, come on, you three come on, and you can play with Meng Ye." Gai Meng was not very smart, and even the Western Emperor's Sword Saint Duan Wuya dared to challenge him, and there was no one else's courage.

Of course Duan Wuya is not afraid of these three.

He has the ability and confidence. Within one move, he lets all three of them fall down. This is the realization of strength.

But that's the reason, he is afraid of Yan Fei.

It would be okay if Yan Fei was the only one. He could feel that although Yan Fei improved his strength again and even surpassed him, there was no essential gap.

If you can't beat it, it's not difficult to leave.

The problem is that there are two demon sect leaders here, several demon sect strong men, Duan Wuya, who is rushing to kill these two demon sect leaders. If these two people participate in the battle, it will be hard to say.

For a moment, his face was extremely dark.

"Why, you guys want to stop me?" Duan Wuya asked coldly.

Whatever you are afraid of is what you are going to do, Xing Lin and the other two have not spoken yet. The leader of the Tian Yao Sect, the leader of the Ling Yao Sect, and several old men all walked over and stood in front of Duan Wuya.

The leader of the Tian Yao Sect was already very demonic, and now he had a grim smile on his face.

"Tsk tsk... The Sword Saint of the Western Emperor, well, I'm so well-known. Over the years, there are countless demon disciples who have died in your Bixiao Sword Pavilion. Duan Wuya, today you seem to be coming for us. Since you have come, you're leaving like this, it seems..."

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sp;The leader of the Lingde Sect also said: "That's right, it's unreasonable if you don't leave anything."

Duan Wuya really feels like a tiger falling into a flat sun and being bullied by a dog. If Yan Fei spoke, he could still tolerate it. Whether Yan Fei was as Wu Junlin or with his current strength, he would not count on these words to him.

But so many...

Even the two demon sect leaders were not afraid at all.

"You...humph, I am the Sword Saint of the Western Emperor. Today is the tiger falling into Pingyang, but don't think that I am afraid of you. Okay, if you insist on getting entangled to the end, I will fight with you today."

Just now, Yan Fei's voice rang out slowly.

"Let him go."

For a moment, Xing Lin and others looked at Yan Fei one after another.

"Yan, Brother Yan, this old thing is obviously not good at getting along with you. If he goes back and is entangled with the right master, it may be detrimental to us."

"Brother Yan, he..."

Yan Fei spoke for the second time: "I said, let him go."

This time, Yan Fei's tone was even more firm and he could not tolerate any doubt.

Xing Lin and others knew Yan Fei's temper, so they could only shake their heads helplessly and make way for a way out.

While giving way, Xing Lin also said, "Okay, my brother let you have a way out. You should do it yourself. Don't always cause trouble for us if you have nothing to do. What do you think? Did we invite you? If you didn't pursue us here with a tyrant, you wouldn't have ended up in this situation."

All face lost.

For Duan Wuya, today is simply...

He only wants one thing now, and quickly leave this place where ghosts are worried and calm down.

There are too many things happening today.

What's wrong? I brought out the four masters under my command. With my own strength and four disciples, I was enough to sweep a first-class sect. How could I end up in such a field?

He glared at everyone at last, and with his two disciples, he quickly left the mountain stream. The speed was astonishingly fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, the three of them disappeared without a trace.

In Huangfu Zhuo's eyes, I can't tell what it feels like.

Only one thing Huangfu Zhuo felt that although Yan Fei was the reincarnation of Wu Junlin, he was completely different from Wu Junlin. There was no trace of Wu Junlin on him.

Being crazy is even more crazy than that.

Being proud is even more proud than being proud.

Being cruel is even more cruel than that.

When evil arises, the positive energy is difficult to suppress.

Duan Wuya and the other two left, Xing Lin and others began to clean the battlefield.

The two demon sect leaders and several old demons returned to Yan Fei again.

This time, the two demon sect leaders looked at each other and actually knelt on one knee at the same time.

"I am the leader of the Lingdemon Sect, see the Demon Emperor."

"I am the leader of the Tian Yao Sect, please see the Demon Emperor. From now on, the Tian Yao Sect will obey the orders."

The two demon sect leaders knelt on one knee, Yangpo Yinxuan, who are also demon cultivators, the great elder of the Lingde Sect, the deputy leader of the Tiande Sect, the deputy leader of the Corpse Demon Sect, and the old Yin-Yang monsters knelt on one knee one after another.

"See Lord Demon King."

At this point, Yan Fei was not embarrassed at all, and this was indeed one of his previous goals.

He nodded, admitting it.
Chapter completed!