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Although Liuyun Sect's sect rules are very strict, all the other disciples are afraid of them and dare not offend them in the slightest.
However, as soon as Wang Cheng entered the Liuyun Sect, he stole the limelight. Relying on the noble backer behind him, he formed cliques among the outer disciples and oppressed the weaker disciples.
Similar to Du Feiyun, an outer disciple who is alone and has no backer, even if he is killed by Wang Cheng, as long as his backer intercedes for him and protects him with all his strength, at most it will only be a punishment.
After all, the sect does not attach too much importance to the life and death of its outer disciples. With Wang Cheng as its backer, the sect can at best go through the motions and do nothing.
It was precisely because of this that Wang Cheng dared to take the lead in launching an attack in a rage. Because he knew that his cousin was his talisman.
At this time, Wang Cheng was lying on the ground, his green monk's robe covered with dust, and his condition was extremely miserable.
However, when he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood from his throat, he got up from the ground in just a few breaths.
Unexpectedly, he actually withstood Du Feiyun's attack alive but did not die.
Du Feiyun frowned slightly and looked intently, only to see that the Taoist robe on Wang Cheng's chest was in tatters and was torn into pieces by the sword light, revealing the close-fitting gray robe.
At this moment, Du Feiyun instantly understood that the gray robe must be a protective robe!
No wonder it’s like this, no wonder I couldn’t kill him with one sword!
Wang Cheng tore off the tattered blue robe, revealing the gray cassock. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, then took out a handful of green pills from his storage bag, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.
"Qingyun Dan!"
"As expected, the backer is very strong. He actually swallowed the extremely precious Qingyun Pill, which I regarded as a treasure, without feeling any distress."
The outer disciples who were watching were very shocked, and some showed envy and jealousy.
It should be noted that Qingyun Pill can only be refined by monks in the innate stage. If taken after the internal organs are injured, it can heal the injury and restore the original strength in a short time.
Ordinary outer sect disciples can only use their hard-earned sect contribution points to exchange for a few pills, and carefully store them as life-saving treasures, and are reluctant to take them unless it is an emergency.
After taking the Qingyun Pill, Wang Cheng's complexion gradually improved, the surging Qi and blood in his internal organs gradually subsided, and the energy in his body gradually returned to fullness.
"Bastard, you will definitely die today, no one can save you!" Wang Cheng looked at Du Feiyun with murderous intent in his eyes, and waved his hand to summon the flying sword.
A silver-white three-foot flying sword appeared, floating in front of him, with a cold light flashing and it was sharp and menacing.
"Wow, a top-grade magic weapon!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed, his voice full of envy.
"Hmph! It's too early to say who will live and who will die!" Du Feiyun also curled his lips with disdain, and then used his right hand to twist the sword technique, and the red sword light in front of him suddenly surged and shot out quickly.
Wang Cheng was not to be outdone, he stroked his right hand repeatedly, pinched out the Qingfeng Fuyun Sword, and the silver-white flying sword in front of him suddenly stabbed Du Feiyun.
Clang clang clang!
The two flying swords drew dozens of sword shadows, emitting bright sword light, and collided together instantly, causing a crisp explosion.
The fierce energy overflowed, and the sharp sword energy shot out. The spectators immediately dispersed and retreated far away, for fear of harming the fish in the pond.
The two flying swords collided dozens of times in an instant, and the sword light suddenly shattered, leaving the ground full of holes.
The sword light faded away, leaving the silver-white flying sword motionless and suspended in the air, intact.
Du Feiyun's flying sword was trembling, and the blade was full of gaps and cracks.
There are two levels of difference between low-grade magical instruments and high-grade magical instruments. The quality is good or bad. The difference between them is high and low!
Du Feiyun frowned and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. If they fought again, his flying sword might be shattered.
Next, unless he uses his trump card, the Nine Dragon Cauldron, he will not be able to kill Wang Cheng cleanly.
However, there were so many people here that the Nine Dragon Cauldron was not suitable for use. He did not want to be exposed until it was a life or death situation.
For the current plan, we can only look for an opening and take advantage of the opportunity to kill him with one strike, otherwise there will be endless troubles.
He made up his mind instantly, and Du Feiyun's eyes suddenly became firm. He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of extremely pure vitality spurted out, splashing on the flying sword. The flying sword suddenly lit up with a ten-foot-long red sword light, fierce flames.
It rises endlessly.
With his right hand, he repeatedly performed sword techniques. The red sword light in front of him instantly trembled hundreds of times, and hundreds of red sword shadows were drawn out, like a wall, shrouding Wang Cheng.
Wang Chengyi showed no fear, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, and he manipulated the flying sword in a pattern to spread out layers of sword light, and attacked Du Feiyun.
He has a magical robe to protect himself, and his flying sword is a top-grade magic weapon of excellent quality. He is not afraid of a head-on fight with Du Feiyun.
However, at the moment when two layers of sword lights of different colors were about to collide, a sudden change occurred in the field.
I saw a strange color flash in Du Feiyun's eyes, and the sword skills in his right hand instantly merged into sword fingers, crossed two arcs, and then smashed down.
Hundreds of red sword lights suddenly gathered together and merged into one, turning into a huge red sword light two feet long. It drew a strange arc, bypassed Wang Cheng's silver-white flying sword, and appeared above his head.
"Ah!" Countless people exclaimed, staring at this sudden change with wide eyes, and Wang Cheng was no exception.
In the middle stage of Qi refining, this is definitely the strength in the middle stage of Qi refining!
Only monks with strength in the middle stage of Qi refining can condense such a sharp and huge sword light.
Instantly, this thought came to everyone's mind, and their eyes looking at Du Feiyun became shocked and awe-inspiring.
Before the sword light reached his body, Wang Cheng reacted one-tenth of the moment and took out a charm from his storage bag with his left hand.
That was his golden bell amulet seal, his trump card to save his life.
At the beginning, his cousin personally refined it for him and told him to use it to save his life at the critical moment of life and death.
However, as soon as the talisman was taken out, it was too late.
Boom!
Like a high wall suddenly collapsing, the huge red sword light instantly struck Wang Cheng's body, submerging him in the red sword light.
Dust flew up, gravel and rocks flew out, and an invisible shock wave erupted instantly, blowing the robes of the disciples within a radius of dozens of feet.
After a long time, the red light in the sky dissipated, the flying dust fell, the place returned to purity, and everyone's eyes froze.
The ground is a huge pit about five feet deep and four feet wide.
In the pit, Wang Cheng, who was dressed in a gray cassock, had long since lost his human shape. His body had been squeezed into a pile of soft flesh, his head had long been shattered, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
His entire body was burnt and exuded an unpleasant stench.
It was silent, and you could hear the falling leaves. Everyone held their breath and could only hear their own hearts beating.
Wang Cheng is dead! Wang Cheng was killed by his sword!
This is inside the Liuyun Sect's mountain gate. In broad daylight and in full view of everyone, he actually dares to kill Wang Cheng, the extremely noble backer behind him, with a sword in public!
At this moment, everyone was extremely shocked, their faces were stiff and petrified, and they could not recover for a long time.
Why is he so crazy? Is he really not afraid of death? Even if he has the strength of the middle stage of Qi refining, he can't be so arrogant, right?
Isn't he afraid of punishment according to the sect's rules? Isn't he afraid of the pain of being refined by three souls in fire? Isn't he afraid of revenge from Wang Cheng's backer?
The hundreds of outer disciples who gathered around looked at Du Feiyun quietly, their eyes full of awe.
Of course, there were also people who were gloating about his misfortune and looking at Du Feiyun with pity. Because they knew that this person would never survive for half an hour. Whether it was the law enforcement elders in the sect or Wang Cheng's backers, they could kill Du Feiyun with a flick of their hands.
Du Feiyun slowly retracted the flying sword and held it in his right hand with a calm expression. His eyes fell on the six monks following Wang Cheng and asked sternly: "Where are you? Who wants to come out to avenge Wang Cheng?"
"Ah!" The six of them looked at Wang Cheng's body with shocked expressions, but now they suddenly came back to their senses and exclaimed in unison, jumping away like rabbits.
The six of them avoided Du Feiyun, their eyes full of fear, how could they think of resisting?
Although they flattered Wang Cheng, they were not willing to sacrifice their lives for him. They did not dare to take action when Wang Cheng and Du Feiyun fought before.
Because Wang Cheng has a backer and is not afraid of punishment. But they are grassroots and have no one to rely on. If they are used as a scapegoat after taking action and are caught to kill chickens and scare monkeys, it will be a big loss.
At this time, Wang Chengdu was dead, and they would not even think about avenging him. In fact, two of the six people were afraid of Du Feiyun and ran away quickly.
Du Feiyun, who had an indifferent look on his face, slowly swept his eyes around. Wherever he looked, everyone quietly took a step back.
At this moment, in the hearts of everyone, he has become a madman who defies the sect rules and kills his fellow sect members in public. Who dares to look at him. If he offends him and is killed with a sword, wouldn't it be unfair?
After killing Wang Cheng with one sword, all the disciples present were shocked and in disbelief.
Even though he knew that doing so might be a bit rash, Du Feiyun did not regret it at all.
Wang Cheng had murderous intentions against him, so why should he tolerate it?
Whoever wants him to die must let him die first. Otherwise, if he raises a tiger, he may be killed by the other party if he is not prepared. Wouldn't he be doing his own evil in that case?
A gentleman does not erect a wall and nip the crisis in the bud. This is what a wise man does.
At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and someone shouted loudly: "Deacon Xu is here!"
Sure enough, everyone turned their heads and saw Xu Fangzheng running towards the end of the avenue with two deacons.
It turned out that when the fighting started, someone noticed something was wrong and sent a message to Xu Fang.
However, the time when Du Feiyun and Wang Cheng fought was too short. In just a few dozen breaths, Wang Cheng was killed on the spot. By the time Xu Fang arrived, it was already too late.
Killing a fellow sect member in public at the mountain gate is a crime that must be punished. Three souls must be tortured in the fire and turned into flying ashes.
Du Feiyun naturally knew, but he was not worried at all.
Xu Fang led two middle-aged deacons and ran over as fast as sharp arrows. Xu Fang's face was gloomy at first, but when he saw that the person involved was Du Feiyun, he suddenly looked shocked, and then he felt much more relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He took two deacons to the big pit, inspected Wang Cheng's body, and then walked towards Du Feiyun, pretending to be gloomy and serious, and asked what happened.
However, just as Du Feiyun was about to answer, there was another commotion in the crowd, and someone shouted loudly.
"Wu Qingchen, look quickly, Wu Qingchen is here!"
The crowd was suddenly in an uproar, noisy discussions broke out, and everyone turned their heads and looked to the south with admiration and awe.
Thousands of feet away due south is a mountain peak, about 800 feet high.
At this time, at the top of the mountain, a white figure jumped down from the mountain and flew over.
The afternoon sun was bright and dazzling, reflecting the figure, showing a noble golden color.
Du Feiyun's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind tensed instantly, and he felt a strong sense of crisis.
Because, he saw that the figure flying quickly had a pair of golden wings that were more than ten feet long on its shoulders.
The golden wings were very wide and translucent, and were obviously made of condensed Yuan energy. The wings were stretched out, and every time they flapped, the man would fly dozens of feet away.
Innate stage!
At this moment, Du Feiyun suddenly understood.
This is because only monks who have reached the innate stage of strength can use their energy to condense into wings on their shoulders and fly at low altitude.
