Chapter 886 Hidden Cloud Fan

"presumptuous."

The six hidden men gave a cold shout.

Six surging murderous intentions instantly enveloped Xiao Yi.

"Back off." Young Master Xie Mei scolded, no, it should be said, Beiyin Wuxie.

"Young Master," the six Yin Da people said in a deep voice, "This man is so rude and disrespectful to you. We will capture him and wait for you to deal with him."

"I said stand down." Beiyin Wuxie's eyes turned cold, "Have you forgotten, this is my game."

Hearing this, the six Yin Da people quickly responded respectfully, "Yes."

Then stepped aside.

"Let the hidden guards who are scattered everywhere come back." Beiyin Wuxie ordered in a cold voice.

"The prey that can survive the hunt until now is worthy of my help."

"Next, I will end this game."

"Yes, my subordinates will go and give the orders immediately." The six Yin Da people responded.

Among the six people, two of the warriors in black disappeared in a flash.

"Okay." Beiyin Wuxie stood with his hands behind his hands and looked directly at Xiao Yi.

"The fact that you are here proves that you are the strongest prey among this group of prey."

"It's up to me to solve it myself."

"A bunch of nonsense." Xiao Yi looked cold and took action instantly.

The cold flame sword in his hand was like a thunderous giant, stabbing past him.

For some reason, Xiao Yi only felt disgusted with Bei Yin Wuxie.

Perhaps, it is the behavior of Beiyin Palace and the hunting games of Beiyin Wuxie that make people feel disgusted.

Or maybe it's Beiyin Wuxie itself that makes people feel extremely disgusted.

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

Clang…

Xiao Yi's sword pierced quickly, and Beiyin Wuxie was equally fast and blocked it easily.

In Beiyin Wuxie's hand, a pale white fan appeared out of thin air.

It was this fan that easily caught the Leng Yan Sword and made a crisp clang when it collided with the Leng Yan Sword.

"A middle-grade holy weapon?" Beiyin smiled playfully, "I have one too."

Whoosh... Beiyin Wuxie waved her hand, and the fan in her hand vibrated, easily knocking Xiao Yi away.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned. Just now, he clearly felt that in addition to a strong backlash, there was also a strong wind pressure on the fan, which instantly knocked him back.

Whoosh…

Xiao Yi's figure flashed, and he was almost knocked back. His steps were steady, and then he attacked with his sword again.

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

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

Xiao Yi retracted the Leng Yan sword in his hand, moved sideways, and then struck out with the sword.

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

Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…

In just a few seconds, the two exchanged hundreds of moves.

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

It is obvious that both of them have extremely high combat experience and standards.

But looking more realistically, it seems that Xiao Yi is at a disadvantage now.

Because, all the time, Xiao Yi was seen moving around and around, and the shadow of his sword kept coming.

Beiyin Wuxie, on the other hand, stood calmly on the spot, not even moving his feet for a moment, just waving his fan easily.

Bang…

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

Xiao Yi's figure turned over in mid-air. After landing on the ground, he took a dozen steps back before he stabilized his body.

"The wind pressure is so strong." Xiao Yi frowned.

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

But the fierce wind pressure around Beiyin Wuxie was like an all-round defense with no blind spots, and he accurately blocked his sword every time.

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

"If you reach the same level of cultivation as me, you may be able to make me have the desire to fight."

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

As he spoke, Beiyin Wuxie fanned the fan in his hand, with a graceful but imposing manner.

"This is the Hidden Cloud Fan. It has the power to control the wind and clouds. It is ranked among the middle-grade sacred objects."

"If you really can't break through my defense, then maybe it was just a joke that I asked you to leave your name before."

"Ant is not worthy of a name."

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

Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…

Xiao Yi's figure instantly turned into a phantom.

With mysterious steps, he instantly wandered around Beiyin Wuxie.

Every step down must be a sword swing.

The mysterious footsteps contain terrifying murderous intent; the sharp sword shadows also contain terrifying murderous intent.

Either swing, chop, chop, or stab...

The combination of Youyun Killing Step and Youyun Killing Sword has already been demonstrated vividly in Xiao Yi's hands.

However, Beiyin Wuxie still made no move.

The wind pressure around him easily blocked all Xiao Yi's attacks.

"Do you talk too much?" Beiyin smiled playfully, "I said, this is my young master's game."

"If it's lifeless, there's no point in it."

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

"You take pleasure in killing people and it has nothing to do with me."

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

The voice fell.

Xiao Yi's ever-changing phantom stopped instantly, and the Leng Yan sword in his hand struck out heavily.

On the sword, there was an inexplicable domineering sword intention, making the sword instantly more powerful.

When a sword comes out, it is like the domineering power of heaven, and like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

Beiyin Wuxie was crushed by the wind pressure all over her body and instantly collapsed.

Xiao Yi struck out with his terrifying sword with all his strength. After breaking through the wind pressure, it struck Bei Yin Wuxie with undiminished power.

A hint of surprise suddenly flashed across Beiyin's innocent eyes, obviously he didn't expect Xiao Yi to really be able to break through his wind pressure.

Chi...a chi sound fell, and the Leng Yan sword struck from above, and Beiyin Wuxie was instantly cut into pieces.

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

"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned.

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

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

"So that's it, is this your method?" A hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Yi's eyes, but he suddenly understood.

He had never thought that Beiyin Wuxie, a powerful person at the ninth level of Tianji, could be defeated by the ordinary means just now.

"What about you?" Beiyin Wuxie fanned the fan in his hand, playing with the taste, "Is this the only way you can do it?"

"Use all means as soon as possible."

"Because, my master's patience is very limited; if I get tired of playing, you will have no chance."
To be continued...