On the square below Tianwu Peak, a figure was limp in a pool of blood, looking viciously at the young man holding the sword on the opposite side.

The young man with the sword is not someone else, it is Ziyunfeng, and the injured person is naturally Huangfu's style.

The two of them fought fiercely for half an hour, and in the end, Ziyunfeng was slightly better. He was covered in blood at the moment, and his body was a little shaky.

Compared to before, Huangfu's style of writing was even more brutal, his body was covered with sword marks, and the blood flow continued, almost leaving only a breath.

However, he was not afraid, instead he showed a wicked smile.

The cultivators of Tianwu Shenshan all around shouted loudly, wishing that Ziyunfeng would destroy Huangfu's style of writing, and had no affection for Tianyouyu cultivators and the people of Tianwu Shenshan.

"Second brother." Huangfu Hongxiao's face in the stands sank slightly, and he stepped on his feet, ready to rescue him.

"Look!" At this moment, the third son on the side snorted coldly, staring at the center of the square with cold eyes.

"Yes, the third son." Huangfu Hongxiao gritted his teeth, but in the end he didn't make a move, but his killing intent didn't weaken, but he became more aggressive.

The third son looked gloomy, and said coldly: "Don't worry, my people are not so easy to kill."

When Huangfu Hongxiao heard the words, he nodded happily, and the words of the third son was equivalent to the death of Huangfu's writing style.

If Ziyunfeng really dared to be unfavorable to Huangfu's style of writing, San Gongzi would definitely make a move, and Tianwu Shenshan would be no ordinary bad luck by then.

"kill him!"

"Brother Ziyunfeng, kill him!"

The monks of Tianwu Shenshan still shouted loudly. They seemed to have seen Huangfu Wenfeng being killed by Ziyunfeng.

Ziyunfeng strode hard, the long sword had reached Huangfu Wenfeng's chest, and the cold sword aura bloomed, piercing Huangfu Wenfeng's body, and a trace of blood permeated out.

Ziyunfeng seemed to be entangled as well as whether to kill Huangfu's style.

Killed Huangfu's style of writing, but there are several other people in the stands. Those people are better than Huangfu's style of writing. If Huangfu's style of writing is dead, those people will definitely continue to challenge the Tianwu Shenshan monks, and they will only die more.

But if you don't kill Huangfu's style, will Yunhan die in vain?

It's not that Ziyunfeng wanted to avenge Yunhan, but Yunhan represented Tianwu Shenshan, but was eventually killed by Huangfu's writing style, but the majesty of Tianwu Shenshan was damaged.

If you don't even have the courage to kill Huangfu's writing style, doesn't it mean that Tianwu Region is not as good as Tianyou Region?

"Zi Yunfeng actually defeated Huangfu's style of writing?" Xiao Fan had arrived in the crowd, and was slightly surprised to see the battle in the distance.

Then he patted a Tsing Yi monk next to him and said, "Brother, didn't Tianyouyu come to discuss it? Why are you fighting for life now?"

"The kid killed Senior Brother Yunhan, do you think he deserves to die?" The monk Tsing Yi said in an air, his eyes were extremely red.

"Yun Han is dead?" Xiao Fan was surprised. He didn't expect that Tianyouyu would be so bold and daring to kill Yun Han at the home court of Tianwu Shenshan.

"Now you say, should the monk of Youyu be dead that day?" The monk of Qingyi was very angry. "He said it himself. It is not only the winner, but also the life and death. There is nothing to say if you kill him."

"Damn it, **** it." Xiao Fan nodded, and then said again: "However, if their people continue to challenge the Tianwu Shenshan monk? Will they die more?"

"I'm afraid that he will be an egg, let's talk about it after killing him. Is my son from Tianwu Shenshan the one who is afraid of death?" The Qingyi monk looked at Xiao Fan contemptuously.

"Why didn't anyone go up just now?" Xiao Fan looked at Monk Tsing Yi weirdly.

When the monks in Tsing Yi heard this, they were speechless and blushed. When Huangfu was clamoring in his style before, they were motionless, and they didn't even have the courage to fight. What was it that they were afraid of death?

Xiao Fan wasn't attacking Monk Tsing Yi, but he was still rational. Similarly, Zi Yunfeng didn't immediately kill Huangfu Wenfeng, and he was obviously still sober, knowing the consequences of killing Huangfu Wenfeng.

"Is this the sadness of the low-level cultivators?" Xiao Fan thought to himself in his heart, looking at the center of the square again.

Zi Yunfeng's right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but in the end he didn't stabbed it down, but said with a cold expression: "Huangfu Wenfeng, do you obey or refuse?"

"Serve? You can make me take it?" Huangfu's style is extremely disdainful, the blood on his face is flowing, looks very miserable, and he grinned and said: "If there is a kind, you will kill me. My Huangfu style can afford to lose. !"

Huangfu Wenfeng's face was determined, as if he was really not afraid of death.

"Since you are looking for death, then you will be perfect!" Zi Yunfeng's long sword used force again, a sword energy instantly penetrated Huangfu Wenfeng's chest, and a column of blood spewed out.

Huangfu's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect Zi Yunfeng to actually kill himself?

"Isn't this Huangfu writing style afraid of death before? Why is it so hard now?" Xiao Fan looked at Huangfu writing style slightly surprised.

Then he seemed to have discovered something. He looked towards the distant stand, but saw Huangfu Hongxiao's lips move slightly and he was saying something, but no one noticed him talking.

"That's it, I thought who gave you the courage?" Xiao Fan suddenly understood something, he was a person who understood lips.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Fan shifted his gaze from Huangfu Hongxiao to San Gongzi, squinting his eyes and said: "San Gongzi? Even Tian Wuyu is so jealous?"

"Yun Feng, spare him!" Zi Ru Kuang hurriedly shouted when he saw that Zi Yunfeng was really about to kill Huangfu Wenfeng.

If Huangfu's style of writing is dead, Huangfu Hongxiao will definitely play. At that time, few people on Tianwu Shenshan will be his poisonous hands.

If it's just a head-to-head confrontation with strength, someone in Tianwu Shenshan would dare to confront him, but the key is that Huangfu Hongxiao is a famous poison master, even more powerful than Huangfu's style of writing.

After Ziyunfeng's long sword stopped, he looked at Huangfu's writing style with a cold face, and withdrew the long sword way: "Entering the battlefield of one hundred kills is killing you!"

Having said that, Zi Yunfeng shook his robe and turned around to leave.

Huangfu Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Just now he was equivalent to going around Guimenguan, but fortunately he was right.

Seeing that Ziyunfeng was about to leave, the corner of Huangfu Wenfeng's mouth suddenly raised slightly, he stuffed a pill into his mouth, then took out a long sword, and angrily stabbed towards Ziyunfeng.

Ziyunfeng also seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and then he was ready to retreat. However, when he mobilized his divine power, he suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood.

The whole person seemed to lose strength in an instant, without any resistance at all. He raised his head and looked at Huangfu Wenfeng angrily: "You, mean!"

"Haha, despicable? I'm a poison master, besides, have I ever conceded?" Huangfu Wenfeng grinned, the sword did not hesitate, and the sword sank into Ziyunfeng's chest.

With a chuckle, blood burst out, directly giving Ziyunfeng a heart-breaking coolness. In a hurry, Ziyunfeng mobilized all his strength and stabbed Huangfu Wenfeng's chest with a sword.

Where did Huangfu's style think that Ziyunfeng still had the power to resist, he quickly released the long sword and retreated back.

But the sword energy was faster, and he directly cut off one of his arms, followed by a scream like a pig.

"Asshole, I want you to live better than to die!" Huangfu Wenfeng roared angrily, rushing towards Ziyunfeng like a hungry wolf. "Stop!" At this moment, a loud shout came from a distance, but Zi Ru Kuang had already appeared in front of Zi Yunfeng, an angry slap headed towards Huangfu's writing style.