Xie Yufei's momentum rose steadily, breaking through Nascent Soul to reach the state of being out of the body in the blink of an eye!

"Xie Yufei" opened and closed his mouth, he lost his body, and his voice was like a collection of countless people, like a man and a woman: "Hahahaha, it's so interesting... You chase me from Feiyincheng, and you plan to kill me again. When there is an ambush and murder, have you ever thought that it's all in vain?"

"Did you hear it?" Xie Yufei made a gesture of listening intently, "You and I live in a book of words, both are false things!"

"Hahahaha... Fighting back and forth, you and I are nothing but a big dream that doesn't exist in the world! No matter who you are, no matter what level of cultivation you have, no matter what power status you are, it's just a dream! "

"And I am the protagonist of this world-wide dream. Even if everyone is fake, I am the most real one! Hahahahaha, you exist in this world for me..."

Xie Yufei laughed in a chaotic and strange voice, but there was not much smile in his tone.

Xie Yun suddenly slashed out a sword, and the sharp snow and ice flowers cut off "Xie Yufei" in the middle!

Xie Yufei was scattered by the sword energy, and while gathering, he said coldly: "If you kill me, this phantom world will collapse along with it, don't you want to live?!"

Xie Yun's tiger's mouth had already cracked when he collided with the immortal weapon, and blood flowed from the hilt to the sword's body. Xie Yun realized a little pain, but this level of pain would only make him more deeply aware that he was still alive. .

Xie Yun tilted his head. He was wearing a cracked mask, and his body was stained with blood - most of it was Xie Yufei's blood, which splashed on him and soaked into the dark red sword suit.

Xie Yun smiled lightly: "It's a coincidence, I'm not afraid of death. That fellow Daoist, are you afraid?"

Ying Baiye turned the knife lazily: "I really want to try if I can die—"

Before the words fell, the two rushed forward one after the other.

After the sword light passed, Xie Yufei was smashed into countless thick ink and handwriting by the spiritual power. However, even so, Xie Yufei's consciousness still did not die. He gathered together again and was delighted to find that after losing the power, these spiritual power attacks could not be used against him. He caused substantial damage: "It's a waste of effort! I have thousands of beliefs like a saint, and no sword can hurt me!"

Xie Yufei devoured Bai Yuding's wishing power, and his cultivation base has surpassed Xie Yun's. He easily tore through the barrier, turned around and waved, and dropped a handful of black ink writing!

As soon as the ink left Xie Yufei, it turned into a hundred words, a hundred words into ten thousand words, and the ink instantly expanded from a handful to a lake and waterfall, and poured down!

The ink was splashing across the sea, and Xie Yun could hear countless voices:

"Don't write so much to the supporting roles, it's so annoying. It's too much to steal the limelight of the male protagonist, so hurry up and slap the villain in the face!"

"All the beautiful women belong to the male protagonist, how can you give beautiful women to brothers?"

"Is the author sick, what's the use of setting up such a plot?"

"Hey, a brother who grabs a male protagonist and a woman is not called a brother, and this female devil is really naive, always pestering the male protagonist, and women are full of love for children."

...

These vows poured down like a night, it was the rain of arrows, the mountain of knives, the sea of ​​fire, and the malice that drowned the entire enchantment. Those voices carried through the minds of Xie Yun and Ying Baiye, and struck the souls of the two like a giant bell, so much so that The two did not react in a short time and missed the opportunity to leave.

Ying Baiye is the closest, he has been born and died many times, his reaction is very fast, and he returns to the knife to protect his body in time, but his horizontal knife is far from falling on Spring Mountain, and he can only barely reach the low-grade treasure. Was washed away in an instant.

The black torrent hung upside down in the sky, and the boiling "splashes" came out from top to bottom. If you look closely, those "splashes" were filled with various comments, and the torrent rushed towards Xie Yun with a mighty force.

Xie Yun's soul was severely impacted, his vision was completely blurred, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Annoyance, resentment, hatred... Xie Yufei's sleeves were all negative emotions.

Xie Yun hummed in his head, biting his lips tightly, and in the indistinct pain, Xie Yun's consciousness was sharpened more clearly.

He forcibly pulled out Spring Mountain and lay it down in front of him, the other hand formed a seal, and a spiritual shield filled with spring colors appeared in front of him, as thin as a piece of jade that could be broken at any time.

In the darkness that blinded the world, Xie Yun had an extra hand behind him, sending a steady stream of pure spiritual power into his body.

Ying Baiye was very close, the mask on his face had shattered and fell off, he cut himself when the horizontal knife shattered, and his black clothes were covered in blood.

Ying Baiye laughed while coughing. He was hit by the Black Ink Waterfall in front of him before, and he didn't even mention the threat of his willpower. Just the force of the shock had already damaged his lungs.

He is probably also mentally ill, and he can still laugh at this time: "Do you think we are like sacrifice for love?"

"It turns out that fellow Daoist Ying has a deep-rooted love for me."

Xie Yun didn't go anywhere normally, and still refuted it. He stamped the three handprints on the sword, then grabbed the sword and moved it along the blade.

Bloodstains penetrated into the interior of Chunshan, mixed in the spring color, and the sword body burst into scarlet light, propping up a three-foot-square barrier in front of Xie Yun.

The torrent rumbled, hitting the barrier from top to bottom.

There was darkness in Xie Yun's eyes, and the splashing "splashes" came out with various words, and the two people were trapped in the hundreds of millions of discussions and voices.

When the waterfall fell down the last piece of black ink, the barrier cracked with a bang.

Xie Yun was in front of Ying Baiye, his eyes darkened, and he fell down together with Ying Baiye.

Ying Baiye still had a little consciousness left, his spiritual power had been completely emptied, he embraced Xie Yun's waist and pushed Xie Yun to him.

The two fell heavily to the ground.

Xie Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, Chunshan fell ten paces away, the mask on his face had completely cracked and slipped off, Xie Yun heard a sound in his ear, he was in a trance for a moment, and woke up from his drowsiness.

The voice kept lingering in his ears, Xie Yun was almost deaf, he was dazed for a while, and then he realized that the voice was coming from his shoulder.