The Nascent Soul cultivator had already entered the hall on the way to cultivation. Although he did not have the ability to fill mountains and seas, he already had considerable destructive power with the help of spiritual tools.

Xie Yufei's sword opened and closed, and the sword fell, the bricks cracked, and countless tongues of flame spit out with the spirit sword.

Washing the marrow immortal grass not only improves Xie Yufei's cultivation, but also broadens Xie Yufei's meridians, removes the cluttered spiritual roots, and strips out the pure fire spiritual roots, which makes Xie Yufei's manipulation of flames more handy.

Xie Yun slipped a short sword out of his sleeve and gently pushed aside Xie Yufei's sword.

Today, he deliberately picked a hidden sword that he had never used before.

Xie Yufei became more and more frightened as he fought - this Jianxiu used his sword like an arm to direct him, as if he had practiced to the point where the human and the sword were one.

Jian Xiu had a murderous aura, but Xie Yufei was startled just by his aura.

Xie Yufei couldn't see the other party's moves, so he tried to parry while trying to make a cliché: "The next is Feiyincheng Xie's disciple, I don't know where I offended fellow Daoist, and I ask fellow Daoist to see it as a convenience for Xie's face. "

Xie Yun didn't say a word, the dagger in his hand swung horizontally, spiritual power poured into the dagger, and the sword light followed the moonlight, and instantly a pure white was spread in front of Xie Yufei's eyes.

Xie Yun was awarded the title of young master at the age of ten, and over the years, he has overwhelmed the five young masters of Feiyin City by himself. Commenting on him in the original book as "self-confessed genius, arrogant and arrogant", these eight words are indeed not bad at all.

Xie Yufei seemed to be immersed in a snowy field. Shuo Xue and the cold light were so bright that Xie Yufei couldn't see the surroundings. The cold air was coming from all directions, and the sword air seemed to be coming from all directions.

Snow and no moon.

This is Xie Yun's self-created sword style, because it is not complete, it has never been shown in front of others.

will die! If you can't stop it, you will die!

The sword qi was only approaching, and Xie Yufei's exposed skin had been cut.

Xie Yufei didn't care about hiding his clumsiness, so he threw out the fairy weapon in embarrassment.

The fairy vessel was a small white jade cauldron the size of a palm. Under the aura, it transformed into a giant cauldron with a height of two people. The top cover was lifted and Xie Yufei was swallowed in one bite.

The ice flower of sword energy brushed across the white jade tripod, splashing sparks, but after the sparks passed, the surface of the white jade tripod was not damaged at all.

In the realm of self-cultivation, the objects that can be driven by spiritual power are called spiritual tools, which are divided into three categories: spiritual tools, treasures, and immortals. Each grade is further subdivided into upper, middle and lower grades.

Immortal artifacts are mostly treasures left by monks, loose immortals or ascending immortals in the Mahayana period, which are extremely rare in the cultivation world.

Xie Yun's best spiritual tool is a middle-grade treasure, which is far from immortal, not to mention that the Hidden Sword in Xie Yun's hand is only a high-grade spiritual tool.

Baiyu Dingding spit out a blue-white flame, and it gathered into a fire dragon with a great momentum, and slammed into Xie Yun with a long groan.

Xie Yufei's spiritual power was not enough to support the fairy weapon. After the white jade tripod blocked the snow and no moon, it turned into a small tripod again. Xie Yufei threw the spirit sword, and while Xie Yun was entangled by the fire dragon, he turned his head and ran away. Broken the jade card and asked the rest of the Xie family for help.

The bluish-white flame didn't know what kind of fire it was, and it almost melted the Hidden Sword into molten iron when it got in contact with it.

Xie Yun was startled and pulled away to avoid the fire dragon.

Xie Yufei breathed a sigh of relief, Yu Jian had just lifted off, the murderous blade attacked from the front right, and the scarlet blade cut off Xie Yufei's path.

A monk appeared from the shadow of the city wall, dressed in black, holding a narrow knife in his hand. Under the moonlight, there was a bit of coldness on the tip of the knife.

Xie Yun avoided the fire dragon and wondered: Who is this? Is this part of the original story?

Xie Yufei was short of breath: "Are you two in a group?"

The black monk seemed to smile, "Guess."

His voice is indistinguishable from male and female, and at first listen, it is the voice after the change.

The black-clothed cultivator's sword is thick and heavy, with the aura of a mountain topping the top.

Xie Yufei stepped on the roof and barely avoided the knife.

Xie Yun took two steps to the right, and the sharp edge of the blade brushed past the corner of his clothes. He thought about it, since he and the black-clothed cultivator were both targeting Xie Yufei, it would be a good idea to join forces temporarily.

Xie Yun intercepted Xie Yufei's path, and before the two had time to do it, a crimson spiritual force shot from the south of the city rapidly, blasting apart among the three of them, shaking them all a long way.

The spiritual power crossed half of the city of flying silver, and when it reached the two of them, most of it had disappeared, and it did not cause any damage to Xie Yun and the black-clothed demon cultivator.

Xie Yufei breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly, "Thank you, senior!"

The black-clothed cultivator said with a "tsk", "The out-of-body cultivator in Feiyincheng is not in retreat."

Xie Yun looked in the direction of the spiritual power. The monks on the night watch were rushing over from Yujian, and they could see the five Yuanying monks from the Xie family and the Wei family from a distance.

The five monks were already within a dozen feet, and Xie Yufei seemed to have a life-saving treasure on his body.

Xie Yun knocked on the hilt of the sword, glanced at Xie Yufei regretfully, turned around and left without further delay.

The black-clothed monk closed his knife and muttered, "It's coming so fast."

He was about to leave Feiyin City, but Yu Guang suddenly changed his mind when he saw Xie Yun's back, turned his steps and followed behind Xie Yun.

Xie Yun has lived in Feiyin City since he was a child, and is very familiar with the lanes of Feiyin City. He found a place to change into a hood, and successfully mixed into the crowd when he came out.

Xie Yun changed his clothes and glanced back through the street glazed lamp—the black-clothed cultivator was still following behind.

With his hands in his sleeves, he found an alley and turned in. The black-clothed cultivator followed without hesitation, Xie Yun turned back from another alley, and happened to block the black-clothed cultivator in the alley.

Xie Yun: "What is Zunjia doing?"

His right hand, tucked into his sleeve, tapped impatiently on the hilt.

The cultivator lifted the mask to reveal a small half of his face, revealing thin lips and lower jaw: "I knew you at first sight, and I came here to discuss with you..."

Xie Yun slashed down with a sword, and slammed into the opponent's knife with a bang. Neither of them used their spiritual power to maintain this confrontational posture.

Xie Yun: "Discuss how you want to die?"