"Who ruined my formation?" A voice suddenly rolled in, and the white mist in the formation was scrolling wildly.

The next moment, a terrifying aura descended from the sky, threatening to all directions, as if a god came to the world, with a trembling aura.

Suddenly, a figure appeared fifty meters away from Ye Xiaofeng. The moment the person appeared, the mist separated, as if he followed the person's command.

"You destroyed this formation?" The white-haired middle-aged man stared at Ye Xiaofeng and questioned. There was resentment and strong anger in his eyes.

"Did you arrange this formation?" Ye Xiaofeng did not answer the question of the white-haired middle-aged man, but asked back, with murderous intent in his eyes. No matter why the other party wanted to do it, he should die if he set up such a cruel formation.

"It was me who set up. You ruined my formation. You returned my preparations for thousands of years. One hundred years of planning, and it will be empty. It's hateful, hateful!" The white-haired middle-aged man stared at Ye Xiaofeng with a crazy look in his eyes and said, then roared to the sky, as if he was sighing at the injustice of fate, and as if he was sighing at the helplessness of life.

From him, Ye Xiaofeng could feel that he was also a story-telling person, and a desolate and sad aura came from him.

"You deserve to die, you ruined everything about me. It was you. If it weren't for you, she might be able to be resurrected." The white-haired middle-aged man stared at Ye Xiaofeng with a deep look and said.

"This vicious formation will be destroyed, and I have not completely destroyed it yet!" Ye Xiaofeng sneered, and grabbed it with his hand, and a huge pattern condensed from energy pulled out from the ground.

"Broken." Ye Xiaofeng snorted coldly, and the mesh pattern condensed by this energy collapsed and turned into pure energy.

"No," the white-haired middle-aged man roared, his voice shrill and sad, and tears flowed out of his eyes. He seemed to have lost all his strength and knelt on the ground all at once.

"Why do you do this, why do you do this, do you know? You destroyed my hope, you destroyed Que'er's hope." The gray-haired middle-aged man murmured, his eyes full of sadness.

A man with an eight-foot-foot crying means that the man is heartbroken.

"No matter what reason you have, it is wrong to set up such a vicious formation." Ye Xiaofeng said lightly.

"I don't care whether it's right or wrong. As long as I can resurrect my bird, what's wrong with killing all the people in the world!" A trace of madness appeared in the eyes of the white-haired middle-aged man.

Hearing this, Ye Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a little moved. It must be very important to him. In order to resurrect a person, he actually arranged this kind of formation. He is also a person with temperament.

"If the most important person around me dies, as long as she can live, I will do anything, even if I bear the infamy for a lifetime." Ye Xiaofeng said to the white-haired man.

After a pause, he continued: "There is nothing right or wrong in the world, right or wrong, just because of the different angles."

"Hahaha," the white-haired middle-aged man laughed, tears slid to his chin. He raised his head and stared at Ye Xiaofeng tightly, "Since that's the case, why do you still destroy my formation? Why? Why do you destroy my hope?"

"From your perspective, what I did is wrong and should not be done, but from my perspective, my behavior is correct. The formation you arranged trapped me and threatened the safety of my friend. Do you think I won't break this formation?" Ye Xiaofeng asked back.

"You are right, but no matter what, you ruined my hope. Since that's the case, you can bury her with her!"

The last sentence seemed to be squeezed out of the throat of the gray-haired middle-aged man, with a murderous intent in his voice.

"Die." The white-haired middle-aged man suddenly stood up and rushed towards Ye Xiaofeng, punching him out, and his fist contained enough power to break the mountains.

Ye Xiaofeng also swung a punch, and the light was restrained, driving a space, as if the power of this space was blessed by this punch.

The two fists collided.

"Boom," the terrifying sonic boom sounded thousands of miles away, and the valley was shaken, and the energy burst into all directions. Each energy had the power of a full blown attack by a powerful person in the seventh level of the Holy Realm.

The white-haired middle-aged man retreated a hundred meters away, leaving a series of deep footprints on the ground, and Ye Xiaofeng also retreated a hundred meters. The footprints he left were very deep, and cracks broke around each footprint, like a spider web.

The white-haired middle-aged man is also at the ninth level of the Holy Realm. Judging from the situation of this punch, they are evenly matched. However, strictly speaking, Ye Xiaofeng is still below. After all, he consumed a lot of energy in the formation just now, and he also brought Liu Yunyan. If he continues to fight for a long time, it will definitely be detrimental to him.

"Kill." The white-haired middle-aged man rushed over again, his fist was smashed out again, and a phantom was covered in front of his fist. This was the effect of the air being compressed by the fist wind.

This punch put great pressure on Ye Xiaofeng. He did not use his fist anymore, but turned his fist into a sword finger, and his fingers contained a terrifying sharp aura.

"KaKaKa," Ye Xiaofeng's sword finger collided with the other party's fist, making a crisp sound.

The two of them flew backwards again and exhaled their ankles. The white-haired middle-aged man's feet fell into the ground, while Ye Xiaofeng even his ankles fell into it.

His fingers were incredibly painful and his bones were shattered. However, it was not easy for a middle-aged man to have a white-haired life, and there was a deep blood hole in his fist.

Despite this, the gray-haired middle-aged man still looked angry and full of fighting spirit, as if he could not feel the pain at all, so he had to kill him.

"I'm really a madman." Ye Xiaofeng shook his arms, a little numb, and said to himself.

At this time, the white-haired middle-aged man continued to rush towards Ye Xiaofeng.

"Bang bang bang," the continuous collision sounded, and the powerful air burst into full force, and the steep rock walls around the valley were pierced through caves.

In the dense attacks of the white-haired middle-aged man, Ye Xiaofeng took Liu Yunyan to dodge and fight, while the middle-aged man was powerful and his punch was extremely domineering, as if he could shake the mountains and rivers.

After fighting for half an hour, the valley was almost destroyed. Both of them consumed a lot and kept breathing.

Maybe it was because of sympathy for this man! All the attacks Ye Xiaofeng made were restrained attacks, and they did not fire out the energy at all. The white-haired middle-aged man might be concerned about something and did not burst out the surging energy from his body.

Once the two of them perform this attack, the valley will probably have been demolished long ago.
Chapter completed!