Rong Jian shook his head.

"You are simply a madman. If the realm is useless, why should everyone in this world practice?"

"It's okay, you'll know after you hit it."

Ling Fei blinked his fingers into a ray of true energy and rushed straight to Rong Jian’s face.

Rong Jian smiled disdainfully.

"Trump, such a small trick, dare to take it out and show your eyes to shame? Come on the sword!"

He shouted loudly, and a silver light immediately shot out from his sleeves, splitting Ling Fei's true energy towards him, and then his castration was not diminished, reaching Ling Fei's heart.

Ling Fei quickly formed seals with both hands, slapped the ground, and three rocks rose from the ground.

This is the move of Qiufeng Valley, which belongs to the lower grade of the Earth level - the triple defense.

In terms of power, it is naturally not as good as the Nine Emperor Elemental Formation of the Shenwu Emperor Palace. However, Ling Fei could not display the magic of the Shenwu Emperor Palace at will.

Moreover, to deal with a mere Honor Building, there is no need to use such powerful spells.

Rong Jian's flying sword flew over with a "swoosh", bursting through the first rock, taking away the second rock, and finally stopped in front of the third rock.

Rong Jian carried his hands on his back, and one hand was placing a trick behind his back. The flying sword rotated around in place, swung a sword energy, and took away the third rock, but Ling Fei's figure was not behind the rock.

"Um?"

This made Rong Jian a little confused. He frowned slightly and immediately let go of his mind.

But the result shocked him.

"How...? There are two Lingfei?"

At this time, Ling Fei used the terrain technique of Qiufeng Valley and was underground.

But at the same time, his soul was separated, thus forming two selfs, which made Rong Jian unable to determine.

"Is it the clone method? How could Qiufeng Valley have such a spell?"

With Rong Jian frowned, Ling Fei had already arrived at his side and surrounded him. He had no extra time to think. He stomped his feet and immediately jumped out of the ground and headed straight to the sky. The flying sword in the distance was also summoned back by him, holding his hands tightly, and always being alert to the movement below.

At this moment, among the crowd watching in the distance, a disciple from the Great Elder lineage suddenly shouted at him:

"Senior Brother Rong Jian, be careful, he is behind you!"

"What?"

Rong Jian was shocked. The two auras below were clearly Ling Fei's, and behind him, how could Ling Fei feel?

But out of vigilance, Rong Jian still looked back. It was this time that he completely disrupted his position.

Ling Fei behind it is real, but Ling Fei below is also real!

The three Ling Fei made moves at the same time, catching Rong Jian off guard and resisted one attack, but were hit by the other two. Their face turned pale on the spot, and Cang hurriedly vomited blood and escaped from Ling Fei's encirclement.

Three figures of Ling Fei overlap.

It turned out that he released both of his souls and divided his true body into one, into three parts! In order to catch Rong Jian off guard.

The following disciples have shallow cultivation and will not see that they have double souls. Instead, they will think that this is a clone method they use.

At this time, Rong Jian looked pale, with one hand standing in the sword, and looked at Ling Fei with some resentment.

And the people around him were even more nervous than him.

Ling Fei's wonderful performance just now was simply shocking. His spell use accuracy and tactical predictions were not like the strength a monk who should have, but rather like... more like a god-transforming monk who has experienced many battles.

Everyone put away the thought that Ling Fei might lose, but instead widened their eyes and couldn't bear to let this wonderful showdown fall.

Maybe Ling Fei really has a chance to win Rongjian?

"What a Ling Fei, who is hiding deep enough, the clone method, is this your method? But unfortunately, I have seen through your martial arts. Next, you will not have the chance to hurt me again. I will let you see the horror of the late stage of the Nascent Soul!"

Rong Jian threw out his flying sword, formed seals with both hands, and eight white lights quickly gathered around him.

The white light buzzed, forming eight wind dragons, and roared around Rong Jian.

"Eight dragons go out to sea, turning the clouds and rain!"

The eight wind dragons rushed out of Rong Jian. The moment they rushed out, their bodies quickly amplified and gathered more rotating airflows. In the big square, the wind and clouds were surging, and the wind blew. Some cultivators with weak cultivation were actually involved in the wind dragon.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ling Fei's eyes were cold.

"Rong Jian, you dare to hurt your life even with your disciples. Are you still a little courtesy, righteous, and shameful?"

"Hmph! They are weak and dare to watch my Rong Jian's battle. If you are involved in it, you will not be willing to die. No wonder I. Ling Fei, you should worry less about others and worry more about yourself! My Feng Jiao Formation, even the late stage of the Nascent Soul, can't even jump out of half a step, so die!"

Thousands of Qiufeng Valley disciples below were lying on the ground and trembling. Their eyes were full of fear. It was not until this moment that they felt the domineering of the Nascent Soul cultivator and the power of the late stage of the Nascent Soul. The thought of admiring Ling Fei that just came out just now disappeared without a trace.

"Senior Brother Ling."

Guan Wen, Qian Qun and others couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

They all received favor from Ling Fei. Seeing Ling Fei about to die, they felt very disappointed.

Only Zhu Yunhao stared at Ling Fei, calm and unscathed.

Similarly, Ling Fei himself was not at all panic.

"Rong Jian, I said that I will still kill him in the late stage of the Nascent Soul!"

Rong Jian laughed loudly.

"Hahaha... Death is coming, you still dare to speak wildly? Death!"

"It was you who died!"

Ling Fei's eyes moved, and a shadow suddenly flew out of his body in the air. Then, he quickly formed a seal, forming a flame, and approached Rong Jian's face.

Rong Jian smiled even more presumptuously.

"Just with your little magic, even my Feng Jiao Array cannot be broken."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Fei's figure suddenly disappeared into the air out of thin air.

Rong Jian's heart skipped a beat and suddenly felt a crisis coming from his back.

"Damn it!"

Rong Jian quickly turned around, but it was too late. Ling Fei's waist was immediately penetrated by Ling Fei's sword, and even the Zifu Yuanying was pierced a big hole.

"ah--!"

Rong Jian spit out a mouthful of blood. The eight wind dragons that were about to arrive in front of Ling Fei that day disappeared in an instant.

"Go to die!"

Rong Jian wanted to turn back to deal with Ling Fei behind him, but he had disappeared.

It was Ling Fei's body in the sky. He used the dragon's strange pupils to use the space to dislocate the soul and delivered the soul behind Rong Jian. He seriously injured Rong Jian with a sword.

"Senior Brother Rong Jian, did you lose?"

The disciples from the Great Elder lineage were stunned.

Rong Jian is a myth in their minds, but now he has been defeated by Ling Fei's hands, as if he has strangled all their longings and beautiful yearnings in their hearts.
Chapter completed!