In today's battle, Yu Fengyi fought with the White Clothes Sect. The only person who can really fight with Yu Fengyi is Bai Letian, but Bai Letian was seriously injured and could not go out to fight.

Therefore, Ning Buer spent three minutes alone to control two Taoist swords and set up a Taoist sect for a while in order to kill Yu Fengyi.

Whether it is Guo Xiaojiu or Huo Mitu, the struggles in Yu Fengyi's hands before were all for Ning Buer's sword.

As Ning Buer and his two long eyes were full of murderous intentions, two Taoist swords rushed into the sky from Ning Buer's body. A huge golden sword formation also slowly fell from the sky above the sky.

It was not until it stood a hundred meters above the White-Clothing Door that it stopped falling.

Hearing the sound of harem coming from behind, Yu Fengyi seemed to suddenly feel the huge aura fluctuations suddenly appearing behind her. She quickly turned around, but happened to see the immortal sword formation in the sky.

"Ning Buer, do you dare?" Yu Fengyi asked again, "Ding Buer dared to really kill her."

"Dare." Ning Buer answered neatly.

Two streams of light swirled and landed in front of Ning Buer, building a bridge between her and the formation.

Ning Buer stood on the bridge, pinched the sword technique in his hands, and swept up with the flowing light. In the blink of an eye, he was already standing in the middle of the formation.

The energy of heaven and earth was pulled by her, and the snowflakes fell down in the vast white-clothed door.

The falling snowflakes gradually condensed a long sword that was dozens of meters long under the guidance of thousands of qi.

Half of the long sword is the appearance of the Great Dao Sword. On the sword grid, half of the Yin-Yang Fish slowly rotates. The other half is the appearance of the small Dao Sword, with the sword tail dancing with the wind.

This sword reached the peak of the holy realm. Yu Fengyi knew in her heart that she could never stop it. Even if she could stop it, he would definitely die in the battle of the White-Yimen Sect today.

More than ten gazes far away from the wooden bridge in the mountains all looked up at the Baiyimen Mountain Gate. The formation turned, as if an immortal was standing.

The immortal raised his finger and came out with a sword.

Ning Buer was still standing in the middle of the formation eyes, and two swords surrounded her, rotating to guide the heaven and earth qi.

The qi flowing into the body was then pinched with the sword technique in his hand, and it merged into the formation one by one. The formation was already formed and could reach the peak of the saint.

Mr. Yu, who seemed to have not seen the form clearly, saw that Yu Fengyi was approaching, but suddenly turned around, with a bitter melon look on his face, and muttered, "Mom, come and save me."

After taking a few heavy breaths, Yu Fengyi turned her head and looked in the direction of Master Yu, trembling the knife in her hand, and cursing with a little discouragement: "Things that are not good."

Without thinking much, Yu Fengyi raised the horizontal knife and slashed in the direction of Mr. Yu.

Guo Xiaojiu frowned, and the scimitar in his hand tightened it tighter. He put it on Mr. Yu's neck and trembled slightly. Even a small hole was cut on Mr. Yu's delicate skin, as if he had not realized it.

This scared Mr. Yu, his whole body trembled and his breathing became heavier and heavier, for fear that his head would move in the next moment.

Guo Xiaojiu, holding a sword, has never been a rude person, and naturally he is not the murderous devil. He only kills people who should be killed. I think that this young master Yu, in addition to some playboys, also stabbed Zhou Ziheng with the instructions of others, seemed to have never done anything really bad again.

Therefore, Guo Xiaojiu was a little hesitant.

As hesitated, Hengdao approached her. What surprised Guo Xiaojiu was that the Qi was not locked on her when the Hengdao was slashed this time.

He pointed his sword and wanted to stop the horizontal sword, but he could stop it.

The horizontal knife pierced directly into Mr. Yu's lower abdomen. Yu Fengyi's face had no expression at all, only the extremely cold cold.

She looked at Mr. Yu who was a little surprised and pulled out her sword: "Boy, you are not suitable for this world. I have ruined you because you can save your life today. In the future, let us mother and son see each other again, but I hope not to see each other again."

Yu Fengyi sighed slightly, the horizontal knife was retracted into the sheath, and it never stayed for a moment. She stepped on her feet suddenly and rushed out of the Baiyimen Mountain Gate.

Since it is impossible to take Ning Buer's sword formation, Yu Fengyi will not take the sword of the immortal in the sky. Today, it is impossible for them to have such good luck every day. One day, she will be able to bring the heads of these two people back to the Turkic military tent.

At that time, it was the time for the Turkic army to step out of the grassland and go south to the Central Plains.

Mr. Yu, who had already collapsed on the ground, had his hands crossed his lower abdomen. He stared blankly at his bloody hands, and was at a loss.

As the energy in his body gradually dissipated, he knew that as the future genius of the Yu family, there was no future at all. He never thought that his mother who loved him would attack him.

His throat kept suffocating because of uneven breathing. His fear made him want to cry but couldn't cry.

Having completely retracted the sword, Guo Xiaojiu looked at Yu Fengyi's back, his eyes were cold, and today Yu Fengyi couldn't escape: "Senior, please give me a sword."

The only person who can afford to be considered senior Guo Xiaojiu in this White Clothes Gate is Bai Letian, the leader of the White Clothes Gate.

A sword came, completely blocking Yu Fengyi's escape.

Yu Fengyi bumped into the sword body in a daze and was bounced back. She hurriedly looked back and looked in the direction of the formation. The big sword had already stabbed towards her. If she didn't leave, she wouldn't be able to leave.

"Bai Letian, didn't you say you won't take action again?" Yu Fengyi asked, but she had already slashed the sword body blocking her body.

"Well, this sword is not my sword." A voice came faintly, and there was a joking meaning in his voice.

It seemed that after this voice, there was a child whispering: "Senior brother, is my sword?"

"In the sky." The playful voice continued.

As the last sword technique fell, the huge flying sword that was originally slowly moving forward in front of the formation no longer stagnated. The energy of heaven and earth was covered by the formation, and was absorbed by the formation, and then merged into the huge flying sword.

The flying sword was fast, like Ning Buer's fingers that were jumping before, moving like a rabbit, cutting through the sky and leaving.

The sword starts, and it is the immortal who fingers the finger. If the immortal wants to kill Yu Fengyi, Yu Fengyi has to die.

She did not use the horizontal sword to cut the sword in front of her again, but had turned around, her eyes were a little determined. It seemed that only by blocking this sword today can she survive.

With a horizontal sword across his chest, Yu Fengyi pulled all the energy in his body, hoping to stop this sword and stop it, and he would have a chance to see tomorrow's sun.

More than a dozen figures at the foot of the mountain were sweeping towards the White-Yellow Gate. They had already seen the form. If they didn't take action, Yu Fengyi would die, as the lackey of the Yu family, there would definitely be no good ending.

But at the other end of the Tianqian wooden bridge, there were already two men and women standing, blocking the road ahead, with the man in blue folding fan and the woman in her arms.

The sound of the piano started and the man walked onto the wooden bridge.

When these people went up the mountain, they had only one target, killing Guo Xiaojiu and Ning Buer. But it was obvious that Guo Xiaojiu and Ning Buer were not so easy to kill, so when they went down the mountain, they had their own ulterior motives.

Unfortunately, the two people on the Tianqian wooden bridge were taken care of by an old man who was very famous in northern Xinjiang in the early years. Even the move of becoming famous by a few drinks was made by that old man.

So, today Yu Fengyi walked up to the side peak of Tianshan Mountain and into the Baiyi Gate, causing some people to think of killing her.

This vicious woman who had been walking in Mobei for decades was hard to kill, so an immortal raised his finger and could kill Yu Fengyi.

The huge flying sword hit Yu Fengyi's body, but unfortunately Yu Fengyi's stagnant qi cage was shattered by the huge flying sword and turned into a bubble in the sky.

Yu Fengyi widened her eyes, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and the huge flying sword in her pupils became clearer and louder, covering the sky and the sun, blinding her eyes and covering her heart.

A shadow fell from the air behind the huge flying sword. It was Yu Fengyi. She was covered in sword wounds and her mouth kept coughing out of her mouth.

As his body fell heavily, Yu Fengyi's eyes gradually turned to their spirits again.

The immortal in the sky had slowly withdrawn his finger, and the huge flying sword turned into a huge snowflake, falling from the sky, floating and covering the entire white-clothed door.

Ning Buer reached out and held it on the two Taoist swords. The aura on the formation had already spread out. She slowly fell from the air and stood there.

Yu Fengyi, who had completely regained her eyes, looked at the rustling snowflakes falling from the sky, and her face was full of smiles, which was the smile that had survived the disaster.
Chapter completed!