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Outside the Spirit-cleansing Pond, Zhou Yun looked at Fang Ping in front of him, a hint of displeasure was on his face.

"Why did you attack me?"

Earlier, this Fang Ping had actually sneaked an attack on him while he was focused on the spiritual beasts. If he had not reacted quickly, he would have been seriously injured by now.

In the world of cultivators, sneak attacks were contemptible and despised by everyone.

Zhou Yun admitted that he had some conflicts with Meng Fei'ang, a senior disciple of the inner sect. However, in his heart, he believed that they had only quarreled a little. There was no big conflict between them, not enough to reach the level of life and death hatred.

Fang Ping's sneak attack had made Zhou Yun realize that Meng Fei'ang might really wanted to kill him.

When they had just entered the secret realm, the sect leader had warned them that no one was allowed to kill each other.

And under the situation where the sect leader had already warned him, this person in front of him still dared to launch a sneak attack on him. Who gave him the courage?

Without Meng Fei'ang's permission, the inner disciples wouldn't have dared to do this!

"Humph, who asked you to block big senior brother's path!" Fang Ping snorted coldly. He did not feel embarrassed at all for his actions just now.

However, he was also slightly shocked in his heart. Zhou Yun was actually able to Dodge his silent sneak attack just now. His reaction speed was somewhat surprising.

Although his strength was not ranked, his speed was one of the best among the inner disciples. If it was anyone else, even if they were stronger than him, they would have been seriously injured by his sneak attack. However, Zhou Yun was able to avoid his sneak attack in such an environment. His reaction speed was indeed extraordinary.

"You're just a piece of trash who sneaked in with the identity of an honorary disciple. What right do you have to block big senior brother's path? Without this identity, you are nothing. Just by talking back to big senior brother, you have already caused public anger. "

The more Fang Ping spoke, the more agitated he became, as if Zhou Yun had done something unforgivable.

"Zhou Yun, die!"

With a furious roar, his body grew a few centimeters taller as if it was inflated. His muscles swelled up like balloons. His hands were clenched into fists, and with a sliding step, he appeared in front of Zhou Yun in a flash. His fist was aimed at Zhou Yun's face.

This punch had long surpassed the speed of sound. It was as fast as lightning, directly tearing through the air. With a Sonic Boom, it headed towards Zhou Yun, vividly displaying the speed and strength of a Foundation establishment stage expert.

Zhou Yun, on the other hand, seemed to have yet to react. He stood on the ground, unmoving.

Just as he was about to hit Zhou Yun, a cold smile appeared on Fang Ping's face. Although Zhou Yun's reaction speed had surprised him, that was all. Trash was trash. If he was not strong enough, it was useless no matter how fast his reaction speed was.

"Ah, since that's the case, let me see what the foundation establishment stage can do!" Zhou Yun sighed. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed it lightly at Fang Ping.

This stroke looked very slow, light and without any strength.

However, Fang Ping's expression changed drastically. In his eyes, this sword had already been waved hundreds of times in the blink of an eye. Each time it was swung, it brought with it sword intent. In the end, hundreds of sword intents stacked up one after another. The power after stacking up was terrifying to the extreme.

"Not good, I can't block it, dodge!"

Fang Ping could feel the power contained in Zhou Yun's stroke. He quickly retracted his fist and dodged at an even faster speed.

Swoosh!

A sword ray streaked across.

The spirit trees in front of Zhou Yun were all cut down at the waist. The surface of the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Buzz!

After that, Fang Ping heard another sonic boom. The speed of Zhou Yun's sword had also exceeded the speed of sound. It was even faster than his previous punch.

"Sword intent? And it's not even the elementary level of sword intent!" Fang Ping's eyes widened. He could not believe his eyes at all.

"Should I advance or retreat?" Fang Ping looked at the scene in front of him and started hesitating. When Zhou Yun had displayed his sword technique earlier, he had felt an unstoppable force. If he had not dodged quickly, he would have been cut in half at the waist like those spirit trees.

"Run!" Fang Ping immediately made up his mind. Then, he turned around and ran.

He had just flown a hundred meters, and before Fang Ping could even catch his breath, he suddenly felt extreme danger behind him. He turned his head to look and saw a sword gleam following him.

This sword ray had a larger range, stronger power, and faster speed than the previous one, making it impossible for him to Dodge.

Fang Ping's eyes twitched violently as he looked at the sword gleam. Then, he threw a punch at the sword gleam with all his might.

This punch directly used all of his cultivation and strength. He believed that even a diamond the size of a millstone would be crushed by this punch.

However, as soon as the fist radiance he released came into contact with the sword radiance, it was immediately cut apart without any resistance.

"Impossible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword ray cut through his waist and flew even further behind him. Everything in its path was cut in half.

Fang Ping immediately calmed down. He had never felt so calm before. He took a pill and asked Zhou Yun, who was in front of him, "How did you enter the state of enlightenment so easily?"

"Don't ask. The only answer I can give you is talent. I'm also very troubled!" Zhou Yun was very calm.

Hearing Zhou Yun's words, Fang Ping's face broke into a wry smile. "Alright! Do you have any questions?"

After Zhou Yun left, Fang Ping seemed to have lost all his strength. His eyelids drooped, and his upper body fell to the ground with a loud thud. He was no longer breathing.

It turned out that Zhou Yun's sword had already cut him in half. The only reason he could hold on until now was because of the healing pill he had taken.

On the other side, Zhou Yun was flying rapidly in the direction of the Spirit-cleansing Pond. He had just learned of big martial brother Meng Fei'ang's plan and was preparing to intercept him.

After a long journey, he finally arrived at his destination.

However, the moment he arrived, he heard Qiao'er's desperate screams.

"Brother Zhou Yun!"

Hearing Qiao'er's voice, Zhou Yun thought of a possibility and quickly flew in her direction.

The moment he arrived, Zhou Yun saw a scene that made him extremely angry.

At this moment, Qiao'er, who had been calling him "Brother Zhou Yun", was trapped in the middle of a group of spiritual beasts and was struggling to stay alive.

Her petite body was like a flower that was being hit by the wind and rain.

There was also a group of inner sect disciples near the group of spiritual beasts. They were talking and laughing as they looked at Qiao'er's condition, as if they did not see Qiao'er, who could not hold on any longer.

"With Junior Sister Qiao'er as bait, it'll be much easier for us to take the Spirit-cleansing Pond!"

When Zhou Yun heard this, he was instantly infuriated. He immediately mobilized all the spiritual Qi in his body and activated the Setting Sun Sword Intent and charged towards Qiao'er.