Ye Yun took a deep breath and walked towards the opposite mountain wall.

A distance of hundreds of feet arrives in an instant without suction.

He looked up and looked up for a moment, and he felt relieved.

The disciple with blood in his palm climbed up very smoothly. It seemed that the cliff here was not much different from the cliff that had just come down. In this way, it would be very easy to climb up with his current physical strength.

"Hey, you ant can actually come here through the vortex. I really underestimate you."

An arrogant voice sounded under the stone wall ahead, and a young man holding a paper fan appeared in Ye Yun's sight.

Ye Yun frowned. He knew it was Duan Chenfeng just by listening to this sound. He just pretended that he didn't hear it, so he wanted to walk straight forward.

"Why, you pretend not to hear it, do you think I don't exist?" Duan Chenfeng's figure flashed slightly and stopped Ye Yun.

"Don't forget, we are still in the Heart Refining Hall now." Ye Yun glanced at him expressionlessly and said.

"So what?"

Duan Chenfeng laughed, "No one stipulates that we can't do it here."

Ye Yun finally got a little angry and sneered: "You want to do it here?"

Duan Chenfeng laughed, "Let me see what strength you have."

"Are you really trying to die?"

Ye Yun's patience was useless after repeated attempts. Seeing that he could not get rid of Duan Chenfeng's entanglement, he finally developed a murderous intent. With a sneer, the spiritual power in his body surged, gathered in his palm, and slashed towards Duan Chenfeng.

Duan Chenfeng showed a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Do you really think that all the errand disciples can only practice basic martial arts? It's so naive."

The folding fan in his hand gently closed, and an arc was drawn in front of him. Only a faint light and shadow flashed on the folding fan. Then the folding fan pierced out like a long sword, with stars dotted, and dozens of swords in an instant.

This is definitely not a basic martial art. The unpredictable changes contained in this move were blocked. Ye Yun's attack routes were blocked in an instant. Even if he retreated and dodged now, he still had dozens of killer moves to come first.

This is a martial art, a real martial art.

Duan Chenfeng comes from the Duan family in Kyoto, and the current emperor of Jin State is Duan and his royal relatives, which is not comparable to ordinary families. As a disciple of the Duan family, Duan Chenfeng can come to the Tianjian Sect to practice and possess real martial arts. It is extremely normal.

Ye Yun could clearly feel the counterattack from Duan Chenfeng, and the folding fan turned into a long sword. The power contained in this attack gave him a deeper understanding. Even Liu Rui's ninth-grade martial arts, Blood Seal Jue Pulse Hand, was slightly worse than that.

Some errand disciples appeared around, about 17 or 18 people. They surrounded them ten feet away, looking at the two of them fighting and pointing their fingers.

"This folding fan-turning sword is very powerful, at least I can't resist it."

"This should be a ninth-grade martial arts. It's incredible that Duan Chenfeng actually has martial arts."

"Yes, we are all practicing basic mental techniques, basic martial arts, and no matter how exquisite the tricks and this moves are, they will definitely not have any color."

"The Duan family in Kyoto, a royal relative. Duan Chenfeng's move was made by the Duan family's ninth-grade martial arts, tens of swords at the same time. According to legend, if you practice to the extreme, you can instantly stab tens of swords, which is extremely powerful."

A young man with a pretty face looked at the venue, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Qu Yiping, you are also from Kyoto, and you know Duan Chenfeng?" someone beside him asked in a low voice.

"I know him, he doesn't know me, but I think he will know me soon."

A murderous intent flashed in Qu Yiping's eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I will avenge you, this servile disciple."

In his eyes, Ye Yun was undoubtedly with the dead.

Most of the Duan family's martial arts are rewarded by the royal family. For ordinary sects, every martial art is an extraordinary existence.

Ten thousand swords are fired at once, the best among the ninth-grade martial arts. According to legend, they have practiced to the extreme. With one sword, they are stabbed out, and the light and shadow are thousands of ways. Although they do not really possess the power of ten thousand swords, you can't see what is true or false in these ten thousand swords. With a little hesitation, they will be penetrated by ten thousand swords in an instant, which is extremely miserable.

Duan Chenfeng is also at the fourth level of the Body Refining Realm, but his spiritual power is powerful and much stronger than that of disciples of the same level. If he only has strong spiritual power, Ye Yun is not afraid at all. Even his spiritual power is not inferior to that of disciples of the fifth level of the Body Refining Realm. He has reached the peak of the fourth level of the Body Refining Realm. If he goes a little further, he can achieve the inner breath realm.

However, the power of this sword made him frown.

Duan Chenfeng obviously did not and could not practice the ten thousand swords at the same time, and instantly turned into ten thousand swords. In fact, he had only practiced to the point of being a superficial one, and the light and shadow drawn by this sword were only a few dozen swords.

However, even these dozens of swords have made Ye Yun unable to tell the difference. That sword is the real one.

If you cannot find a flaw, you cannot respond. If you make a mistake in your choice, you may be pierced by a sword. Unless you have the strength to break all the sword lights with one punch, or you can dodge in this flash.

Obviously, even if Ye Yun's cultivation is already good among the servile disciples, it is almost impossible to dodge easily.

The sword shadows transformed by the folding fan roared, with light and shadows dotted, and each sword light contained amazing power. This attack gave people the illusion that if you were hit by one of them, your body would be penetrated.

Ye Yun's face was solemn, and the palm he slashed suddenly turned slightly, and a strange black and white light flashed in his eyes. Then his entire human speed was several times faster, and he took a step to the side.

One step is ten feet!

Ye Yun's speed increased several times in this moment, and he flashed ten feet away with a light stride.

The howling sword shadow instantly passed through, hitting the mountain wall behind, and the firelight burst into flames.

Each sword light was actually real, without a phantom, all of which were real attacks.

Duan Chenfeng was able to condense all the sword lights he shot into a real attack, which was simply unbelievable.

"How is this possible?" Qu Yiping exclaimed in a low voice: "Only by practicing to the extreme can all the sword shadows be transformed into real attacks. Before this, one out of ten sword lights with real attack power will be preserved."

"Senior Brother Qu, if the sword attacked me just now, there would definitely be no way to resist it." A disciple who also had a red spirit vein had a hint of horror in his voice.

Duan Chenfeng's ability to condense into dozens of sword lights with substantial attacks means that the sword shadows he can really shoot are at least hundreds of them. It is incredible that he can shoot such an attack at the fourth level of the Body Refining Realm.

However, the smile on Duan Chenfeng's face disappeared. He watched the sword light pierce Ye Yun, but he didn't expect that it would be just a afterimage, and Ye Yun's real attack shot straight from his right side.

Simple, without any fancy.

Only one punch contained a huge power. This power far surpassed the power that the fourth level of body refining and refining realm should have, but it appeared on Ye Yun like this.

The smile on Duan Chenfeng's face completely dissipated. Only then did he realize that this traitor who he regarded as an ant and a vulgar and despicable servant disciple was not as weak as he thought, but an extremely powerful opponent.

brush!

Duan Chenfeng turned around suddenly and faced Ye Yun. A white fist appeared out of thin air on his right fist, emitting a faint halo.

Then, he also punched him.

Suddenly, with him as the center, the air within a few feet seemed to be squeezed, making a banging sound.

The spiritual energy suddenly subsided and gathered towards the white fist gloves. In the blink of an eye, it condensed on the fist gloves, emitting dazzling light. From a distance, it looked like the scorching sun at noon, and could not be seen.

Spiritual weapon, Duan Chenfeng sacrificed a spiritual weapon at this moment.

The white fist gloves obviously have a quality that exceeds Liu Rui's black sword. The effect of gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to enhance the attack is simply incredible.

"Big Sun boxing gloves? How is this possible?" Qu Yiping exclaimed, his face turned pale in an instant.

boom!

Just as he exclaimed, the two of them bombarded each other with fierce iron fists, and the violent sounds were like thunder exploding, echoing in the valley.

In the light, two figures went out dozens of feet everywhere, no matter how high or low it was.

Ye Yun and Duan Chenfeng were dozens of feet apart, looking at each other from a distance, with a serious expression.

"It turned out to be a imitation. I said, how could the big sun boxing gloves appear on Duan Chenfeng?" Qu Yiping exhaled deeply in the distance and said in a deep voice.

"What level of spiritual weapon is the Big Ri boxing glove? Judging from Senior Brother Qu's tone, it should look very powerful." The person beside him asked in a low voice.
Chapter completed!