Zuo Han's companions did not have his eyes and could not see Yue Feifan's innate realm cultivation. Since the boss said he wanted to teach this child a lesson, they were used to being domineering and would not let him take action.

Several people cooperated tacitly and drew out broad swords and slashed towards Yue Feifan, blocking all his retreat.

These people used broad swords, and their swordsmanship opened and closed, and their power was as strong as Mount Tai pressing the top, tearing the air and making a terrifying sound explosion.

Yue Feifan frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, these people not only killed innocent people at any time, but also attacked them as soon as they came up. It was no different from those in the evil way.

He was not afraid either. He waved the long sword in his hand. The sword moves were grand and straight, and people could not feel murderous intent at all, but it contained a breathless pressure.

The sharp edge flashed, and Dangdang's harsh collision suit, the few people who besieged Yue Feifan were shocked and fell out, and all the broad swords in their hands were collapsed by Yue Feifan.

Several people were tilted around and looked at Yue Feifan in horror, but they didn't expect that this seemingly weak half-sized child was so powerful.

After all, Yue Feifan made the name of the scholar's sword during this period. He believed that he was to conquer people with virtue and killing people is easy, but making a person better will be more beneficial to others, so he did not kill people as soon as he came.

Standing with a sword, Yue Feifan looked at Zuo Han and said in a deep voice: "Is this the style of your Gaosong Sect? It is arrogance and domineering and careless about life and death, which is simply not what the right way does!"

Zuo Han looked at his companion, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly stood up with a sword and looked at Yue Feifan and said coldly: "I hurt my junior brother, this matter cannot be good. Let's see the truth under my hands!"

Yue Feifan did not hurt anyone, he was looking for trouble if he was fine.

After the words came, Zuo Han's broad sword was unsheathed and buzzed out, pointing directly at the vital point of Yue Feifan's heart.

The sword technique used by Zuo Han is no different from that of the other people, but it is faster and has stronger strength!

Yue Feifan felt that the air around him seemed to have become sticky. He was locked by the opponent's sword technique and could not avoid it. He could only take over the opponent's sword.

With a flash of eyes, Yue Feifan did not dodge, and Zhongzheng and peaceful sword stabbed out.

With a tingling sound, the sword tips in their hands shook at the tip of the sword, and their bodies took five steps back.

The match is equal!

Zuo Han sneered, and his eyes signaled that his companions who had already picked up weapons were on the ground together. He shook the broad sword in his hand and stepped out of a big pit on the ground with one foot. He lifted up and held the sword in his hands and slashed at Yue Feifan's head.

Zuo Han's companions were not vague and immediately surrounded Yue Feifan.

Yue Feifan's face changed. He needed to do his best with Zuo Han. Although the few people around him were not very threatening, they could create an opportunity for Zuo Han to kill him.

Although he has the reputation of a scholar's sword, he cannot tolerate any mistakes between life and death. He makes a judgment instantly, temporarily stands out, solves the problem of others and then competes with Zuo Han.

So he pulled away, swallowed and spitted the long sword in his hand. In the sound of a swaying sound, a series of sharp sword energy shot out and flashed in a flash.

With the sound of puffing, the few Zuo Han companions who were besieging Yue Feifan were immediately frozen, and their necks were swept over the sword energy and moved their heads on the spot.

The innate sword energy is not comparable to those of them, such as the acquired martial artists, let alone that they cannot hide at such a close distance.

Zuo Han missed a blow and saw that all his companions died, which hit his mind. In this way, the only one who knew the secret of getting the Han Ice Art was known.

Although he was happy, his face did not show it, but shouted in a cold voice: "Damn the thief, kill my fellow disciple. Zuo will not give up with you, take your life!"

Roaring, Zuo Han buzzed the broad sword in his hand, Mi Xu's black light sucked and spitted, as if holding a black door panel in his hand, he swept through the shadows and thought of Yue Feifan killing him.

"The Gaosong Sect's Songfeng Sword Technique takes the lonely pine hanging up and lets the wind blow indomitable. Once it is used, it will never stop until it reaches its goal..."

The thoughts flashed. Yue Feifan, who had solved other troubles, did not retreat but advanced. He sucked and spitted the long sword in his hand and used Yangwu sword technique to kill him head-on.

Yangwu's sword technique is straightforward and peaceful, and he will never retreat when he encounters strong. The more he breathes he raises in his heart, the more powerful the sword technique is!

Dangdangdang...

A series of sharp screams sounded in the wild shop. Zuo Han and Yue Feifan moved around. One was powerful and moved forward. The other was calm and calm. The sharp sword energy spread across the wild shop. Soon after, the wild shop was demolished into ruins.

The battle between innate masters has destroyed the unimaginable nature of ordinary people!

The two were equally matched and they couldn't do anything to each other after a while.

Yue Feifan is younger than him, but he can play equally with him, especially the more he beats the other person, the calmer he becomes. Zuo Han gradually becomes irritated.

After a long period of attack, Zuo Han's eyes flashed, and the newly obtained Ice Art quietly moved. His left hand became as white as frost, and the ice-cold true energy was entangled. Unexpectedly, he slapped Yue Feifan's heart with a palm.

Yue Feifan's heart beat violently, feeling a strong crisis, and subconsciously activates the Sunset Magical Art.

In an instant, the purple light flashed on his body, just like the clouds entangled him when the sunset was setting, ethereal and lively, as if the sunset was unwilling to be lonely and wanted to bloom the last light swept the sky.

Bang ~!

A loud thunder-like sound appeared. Zuo Han's palm failed to hit Yue Feifan, but was blocked by the purple true energy. The terrifying energy radiated away, and dozens of meters in a radius seemed to flash by.

Yue Feifan's figure flew backwards, his face was pale and hemorrhaged the corners of his mouth. He exhaled in a hot day but turned into ice crystals.

Zuo Han was not having a good time. The purple true energy outside Yue Feifan's body was long and round, and he had already damaged his internal organs by the recoil force.

The two were equally matched again.

Zuo Han knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely be a loss-win situation, and this was not the result he wanted.

I have obtained the Ice Art that can cultivate to the peak of the Golden Pill. My fellow disciples who know this matter have also died and have ambitions that have not been completed. Can I work hard here?

Having a conspiracy in his heart, Zuo Han stood in a deep voice with his sword in his arms, "Do you dare to ask your brothers, which sect, what is the name of them?"

"Taihua School, Yue Feifan" Yue Feifan said in a deep voice.

When Zuo Han heard Yue Feifan report his own family, he didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes flashed: "It turns out that he is a high disciple of Taihua Sect, and I am the Gao Song Sect Zuo Han. The green mountains are not changed and the green water flows forever. You have never finished killing my junior brother. I will compete with you next time!"

Leaving this sentence, Zuo Han left without feeling embarrassed, and ignored the corpses on the ground.

Yue Feifan frowned, but in the end he still didn't chase after him. He was already injured, so he had to find a place to heal the wound.

Looking at the messy shop, the old shop owner had died in the battle of Yubo at some point. Seeing all this, Yue Feifan sighed and turned around and left. He decided to find someone to help him collect the body.

The dead are the most important. He, with the reputation of a scholar's sword, certainly would not let these people throw their bodies away in the wilderness.
Chapter completed!