Zuo Yi used the method of moving across the sky with the Nine Shadows of the Spiral, and swept nearly a hundred meters in one sweep, sliding across the sky parallel to the rainy night, just like the ghost in the sky walking at night.

Lauderno and others who came from afar were almost stunned. They felt a flash in front of them and a ghost disappeared into the distant sky.

But at the same time, Feng Qingyang's light skills are not bad either.

Although he was not as exaggerated as Zuo Yi, he quickly stepped on the branches of the roof and shot out like a sharp arrow. He was not slower than Zuo Yi at all, but was gradually getting closer.

Zuo Yi looked back at the crow and found that Feng Qingyang had already chased him within fifty meters, which surprised him a little.

Haha, Old Man Feng, I respect you as an old senior, so I don’t have the nerve to attack you. Do you really think I am afraid of you?

Since you are pursuing your quest, then okay, let me try this young master's method.

Zuo Yi snorted in his heart, still maintaining his speed and fleeing to the distance.

Feng Qingyang chased him closer and closer, and gradually came to Zuo Yi more than ten meters away.

"You thief are good at light skills. Unfortunately, you meet me tonight, so you can only be considered unlucky! Stop it--"

Feng Qingyang shouted coldly, and more than ten meters away, swung his sword and shot out a few wisps of sword energy, hitting Zuo Yi's legs.

He was very interested in Zuo Yi's origin, so he didn't kill him. He just wanted to destroy Zuo Yi's legs and make him lose his ability to escape.

However, just as he took action, Zuo Yi suddenly shook his body and a phantom appeared. One turned into ten, fleeing in different directions, enough to make the fake real.

"Hey! Could this be the legendary Nine-Spiral Shadow?"

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and his speed was slightly paused.

Only one of the ten Zuo Yi was real, and he had changed direction, avoided the sword energy and fled to the distance.

As for the nine phantoms, three were instantly killed by the sword energy, and the other six also disappeared invisible after flying out more than ten meters.

After a little stunned, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but snorted and quickly accelerated to chase after him.

After seeing the unique skills of the Spiral Nine Shadows that were lost to ancient times, he became more interested in Zuo Yi. He wanted to know where this person came from and what he was interested in the Huashan School.

If this person is not good for the Huashan faction, it must be eliminated as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

Zuo Yi moved again, swept out of the high wall of the Huashan Sect and was about to rush into the wilderness forest.

At this time, Feng Qingyang chased after him again and approached Zuo Yi more than ten meters away.

"Don't escape! Look at the sword!"

Feng Qingyang is a shameful senior after all. Every time he sets a sword behind his back, he never forgets to shout to show his integrity.

Of course, with his strength, it is actually not much different whether he shouts or not. Those who can escape can naturally avoid it, and those who can't escape can be reminded in vain.

The thief in front seemed very impatient. When he heard that the old man was about to draw his sword again, he quickly used his unique skills, the Nine Shadows of Spiral, and instantly changed to ten, and fled separately.

Well, it may also be one to change eleven.

After all, no one will count carefully when it is so dark.

There were about a dozen shadows, plus Zuo Yi's body, and the air was flying in a random way that seemed to be messy, and some even flew towards Feng Qingyang. If it were ordinary people, they would definitely be dazzled and they had to distinguish them before they could continue to take action.

But Feng Qingyang was not fooled again.

His eyes were calm and he directly ignored the seemingly silenced shadows. Not only did he not weaken, but his speed instantly increased, passing through several phantoms like a sword light, directly locking onto the three shadows that were escaping forward.

Although the phantom can be fake and real in a short time, Feng Qingyang has his own judgment. In his opinion, the thief's original body must escape to the mountains and forests ahead, and there are only three shadows running ahead.

He rushed over and instantly came behind the three figures, only five meters apart, and could be cut by waves.

"Hmph! Do you think you can escape? Stop it!"

Feng Qingyang was secretly proud and immediately waved his sword and shook out a few wisps of sword energy and attacked three shadows.

However, at this moment, an extremely dangerous feeling suddenly surged into Feng Qingyang's heart!

Danger comes from below!

Feng Qingyang looked down at him and saw a shadow that should have disappeared below, not only did not dissipate, but instead lay on the ground, holding his hands upwards, and using a powerful palm technique!

The Great Songyang Divine Palm - Yin and Yang Wuji!

boom!

A half-black and half-white sun rose, carrying the terrifying power, and came from bottom to top to Feng Qingyang!

At this moment, the temperature around it rose sharply, and white air spread out from the rain.

Feng Qingyang's face darkened, and he quickly waved his sword and stabbed it, and a sword light burst out!

boom!

The sword light collided with the scorching sun and exploded with a loud bang. The remaining power poured out from all directions, and dozens of meters in a radius exploded one after another. Even the Huashan School's courtyard wall was smashed into pieces more than ten meters long.

Feng Qingyang was shocked, and his intuitive chest felt slightly stuffy. Although he was not injured, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed and felt very annoyed, a little annoyed, a little annoyed by being plotted against.

As an open and honest swordsman, what he hates the most is the villain who plots!

Although he also understood that the most powerful thing in the world was not martial arts moves, but conspiracy and mechanism traps...

While using the power of explosion, he swung his swords repeatedly to remove the chaos in his body.

He secretly made up his mind that the thief would definitely bear his anger next.

But at this moment, a calm voice came into his ears from the side:

"Senior, I have a sword, please taste it..."

"Um?"

Feng Qingyang suddenly felt a sudden stern in his heart, and he secretly said something was wrong!

Could it be that one of the three shadows ahead is real?

How is this possible?

Then what's going on with the one below?

Before he could come back to his senses, a strong wind swept over, and the sound of the hunting wind was mixed with the sound of ghosts and howlings, and hundreds of sharp blade-like energy completely enveloped him!

Feng Qingyang finally stopped calming down. His face became extremely solemn, and he quickly used his strongest martial arts.

Dugu Nine Swords: Arrow-breaking Style!

Silent and scream!

A silver light blew out of the long sword in his hand, wrapping himself tightly inside, letting thousands of wind blades hit me, and I remained unmoved!

Dingding Dingding Ding Ding Ding--

A sound of gold and iron clashing throughout the rainy night.

Countless wind blades were unveiled by the sword net and scattered everywhere, causing explosions. Mud splashed on the ground, but Feng Qingyang was not hurt at all.

Not far away, Zuo Yi slowly fell, staring at Feng Qingyang without blinking, and just wanted to curse in his heart...

This old man was so perverted that the ultimate moves he had brewed were helpless against him.

Although Dugu Nine Swords are exquisite, Feng Qingyang's own strength is really fundamental. Even ordinary sword moves have the effect of turning decay into magic in his hands, and Dugu Nine Swords has even exerted an amazing power by him.

At this moment, Zuo Yi had to admit that the gap was too big, and it was impossible to beat it.

Even if he has all his trump cards, there is no hope of winning.

Since that's the case, let's get out as soon as possible!

Before Feng Qingyang fell from the air, Zuo Yi took a little under his feet, pulled up more than ten meters on the ground, then moved across the sky, suddenly turning into a dark light and passing through the rainy night, disappearing into the mountains and forests in the blink of an eye, the speed was more than three times faster than before...

The strong wind disappeared all over the sky, and the thunderstorm was still fierce.

Feng Qingyang fell to the ground, stopped on a broken wall, squinted his old eyes and looked at the mountains and forests in the dark, caressed his long beards, and sighed helplessly.

"I didn't expect that I hadn't been born for many years, and there was such a powerful master in this world.

If I retreated ten years ago, I am afraid that I will be unpredictable tonight…”

"Alas, now that many masters emerge in the world, our Huashan Sect has withered to this point. I can't do anything if I have a sword technique.

Yue Buqun, Yue Buqun, you are afraid that the Huashan school will not prosper. I should cultivate a few good seedlings from the next generation.

Well, that boy Linghu Chong looks pretty good..."

...

The sky was filled with lightning and heavy rain poured down.

At halfway up the mountain, under a big tree embraced by three people, Zuo Yi sat cross-legged on the dry roots.

His eyes were slightly closed, his hands were crossing his chest, and the true energy in his body was circulating, and a faint green light appeared outside his body, which was a little conspicuous under the dark night.

The water vapor on his body had already been evaporated by internal force, and his clothes were swelling without wind.

At some point, he suddenly opened his eyes and pointed his fingers forward!

laugh--

A silver sword energy came out from his fingertips and instantly hit a big tree ten meters away!

Bang!
To be continued...