Chapter 886: Hidden Cloud Fan

"presumptuous."

Yinda six people, gave a cold voice.

Six surging killing intents immediately enveloped Xiao Yi.

"Retreat." Young Master Xie Mei scolded, no, it should be said, Bei Yin Wu Xie.

"The son." Yinda six said in a deep voice, "This person is so rude and disrespectful to you, I will catch him and let the son send him off."

"I said retreat." Beiyin Wuxie's eyes were cold, "Did you forget, this is my game."

The six members of Yinda heard the words and quickly responded with a respectful voice, "Yes."

Then stepped aside.

"Let the hidden guards scattered everywhere come back." Bei Yin Wu Xie instructed coldly.

"The prey that can survive the hunt until now is worthy of this son."

"Next, I will end this game."

"Yes, the subordinates will give orders." Yinda six answered.

Among the six, two of the black warriors flashed and disappeared in place.

"Alright." Beiyin Wuxie stood with his hand in his hand, looking straight at Xiao Yi.

"You can come here to prove that you are the strongest prey in this group of prey."

"It's self-righteous, it's up to my son to solve it."

"A bunch of nonsense." Xiao Yi's expression was cold, and he shot instantly.

The Leng Yan sword in his hand pierced past like a fright.

For some reason, Xiao Yi was only disgusted with this Beiyin Wuxie.

Perhaps it was the behavior of Beiyin Palace and the hunting game of Beiyin Wuxie that made people feel disgusting.

Or maybe it was Beiyin Wuxie that made people feel extremely disgusted.

In short, Xiao Yi didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

Cang...

Xiao Yi's sword pierced quickly, and Bei Yin Wuxie was also extremely fast, easily blocking it.

In the hands of Beiyin Wuxie, a pale fan appeared out of thin air.

It was this fan that easily took over the Leng Yan sword, and when it collided with the Leng Yan sword, it made a crisp sound.

"Is it a medium-grade sacred weapon?" Beiyin smiled playfully, "I have it too."

Whoosh... Beiyin Wuxie waved his big hand, the fan in his hand shook, and Xiao Yi retreated easily.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned. He clearly felt that in addition to a strong counter-shock, there was a strong wind pressure on the fan, which instantly shook him back.

Whoosh...

Xiao Yi's figure flashed, almost the moment he was retreated, his steps stabilized, and then he attacked with the sword again.

Wow... Beiyin Wuxie raised the fan in his hand.

A strong wind pressure instantly appeared beside him, easily blocking Xiao Yi's sword.

Xiao Yi retracted the Leng Yan sword in his hand, stepped laterally, and then slashed out with a sword.

Wow... Another strong wind pressure appeared, easily blocking his sword.

Swish...wish...wish...

Within a few seconds, the two played against each other with no less than a hundred moves.

Xiao Yi's figure also moved nearly a hundred times in a few seconds.

Obviously, both of them have extremely high combat experience and standards.

But look at it more seriously, it seems that Xiao Yi is at a disadvantage now.

Because, I have always seen Xiao Yi constantly shifting and moving, and the sword shadow constantly.

Beiyin Wuxie, on the other hand, stood indifferently, didn't even move a step, just waved the fan lightly.

Bang...

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and a violent wind pressure instantly blasted Xiao Yi away.

Xiao Yi's figure turned over in mid-air, and after falling to the ground, he stepped back ten steps before he was considered stable.

"What a strong wind pressure." Xiao Yi frowned.

In the confrontation for a few seconds just now, he swung nearly a hundred swords in a row, covering almost all directions around Beiyin Wuxie.

But the violent wind pressure around Beiyin Wuxie's body, but like an all-round defense with no dead ends, always accurately blocked his sword.

"Heh, swordsmanship is very strong." Beiyin Wuxie smiled indifferently, "It's a pity that your cultivation is too weak."

"If you rise to the same cultivation level as this young man, you may be able to really make him want to fight."

"But now, you can't even break my defense."

As he said, Beiyin Wuxie slapped the fan in his hand, handsomely, but powerful.

"This is a hidden cloud fan, which has the power to fight the wind and drive the clouds, and ranks among the middle-grade holy artifacts."

"If you really can't even break my defenses, then maybe my son asked you to leave your name before, it's just a joke."

"Ant, you don't deserve to be named."

"Don't you think you talk a lot?" Xiao Yi snorted coldly.

Swish...wish...wish...

Xiao Yi's figure instantly turned into a phantom.

Under the mysterious steps, he immediately wandered around Beiyin Wuxie.

Every step down must be a sword swing.

Mysterious footsteps contain a terrifying killing intent; the dignified sword shadows are equally killing intent.

Or swing, or chop, or split, or stab...

The combination of You Yun's Killing Step and You Yun's Killing Sword was already fully demonstrated in Xiao Yi's hands.

However, Beiyin Wuxie still did not move.

The pressure of the whole body easily blocked all Xiao Yi's attacks.

"Are you talking a lot?" Bei Yin Wuxie smiled playfully, "I said, this is my son's game."

"If it's lifeless, what's interesting."

Xiao Yi's figure and sword had already turned into a continuous phantom, and storm-like attacks continued to bombard the wind pressure.

"You enjoy killing people, it has nothing to do with me."

"But your voice is so harsh, I can only tell you to shut up."

The voice fell.

Xiao Yi's ever-changing phantom stopped in an instant, and the Leng Yan sword in his hand severely cleaved.

On the sword, an inexplicable domineering sword intent made this sword an instant increase in power.

With one sword, it is like domineering Tianwei, and like Mount Tai.

Beiyin Wuxie's body wind pressure, and instantly collapsed.

Xiao Yi's terrifying sword slashed with all his strength, and after breaking the wind pressure, he slashed towards the north with unabated power.

A flash of surprise flashed in Bei Yin Wuxie's eyes, apparently he didn't expect Xiao Yi to really break his wind pressure.

Sneak... a sniff fell, and the Leng Yan sword slashed from top to bottom, and Bei Yin Wuxie was dismembered instantly.

Xiao Yi's face was cold. For him, only dead people could shut up completely.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned.

Beiyin Wuxie, which was originally split, turned into a cloud of mist with a bang.

The next second, the clouds dissipated, and Bei Yin's innocent body appeared in his eyes intact.

"So that's the case, is this your method?" A faint surprise flashed in Xiao Yi's eyes, but it was suddenly stunned.

Beiyin Wuxie, the celestial nine-fold powerhouse, had never thought that he could defeat it by those ordinary means just now.

"Then what about you?" Beiyin Wuxie slapped the fan in his hand, playing with the taste, "Is there only this little trick?"

"Use all means as soon as possible."

"Because my patience is very limited; if I get tired of playing, you won't have a chance."

Tired of playing?

In his eyes, fighting against Xiao Yi is just a matter of fun.

"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled indifferently.

Next second, bang... bang... bang... bang...

Four consecutive flame coats covered the body.

On the arm, a ray of light suddenly became dimmed, it was the ice pattern dissipating.

His cultivation base is only the pinnacle of the earth, it is only the opening of two ice patterns, plus the increase of the middle-grade holy weapon Leng Yan sword.

Only then has a very strong combat power.

Before constantly shuttled through the forest, constantly killing those black-clothed warriors, the power in the two ice patterns had already been exhausted.

Therefore, Xiao Yi now disperses the two ice patterns.

At the same time, the Leng Yan sword in his hand also flashed light and disappeared.

"Huh?" Beiyin Wuxie narrowed his eyes. "Put away the middle-grade sacred artifacts? Why, do you plan to give up?"

Xiao Yi said nothing, a surging purple inflammation in his hand condensed.

This means that he is going to be real.

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