"The Flying Cloud Sect has her father, her master, and her senior brothers. She will always be a member of the Flying Cloud Sect!" Feng Heyun roared. "We will never allow her to join a sect like the Condensing Flower Sect!"

"She's so talented, what will you use to nurture her? Joining Ninghua Sect will only stifle her talent!"

The Flowing Cloud Sword Technique is unrestrained and elegant, and coupled with Feng Heyun's near-mad state at this moment, its attack power has been elevated to another level.

"Where she stays is not up to you to decide!"

"When you expelled her from the sect, did you ever consider that it would destroy her talent?!"

"Since you've decided that Bai Mumu is your true junior sister, and have hurt her time and time again, why do you continue to pester her?"

Ye Huai's moves were extremely fast, and the Shadow Sword left many afterimages as he attacked.

However, his last sentence seemed to have struck a nerve with Feng Heyun, whose voice suddenly rose several octaves as he angrily said:

"What do you know! We were all deceived by Bai Mumu before! Because of all the misunderstandings, we did those things that hurt Chen Sangruo."

Moreover, Shen Sangruo wasn't entirely without fault, but they are now willing to forgive everything about her, as long as she can come back.

"Only Shen Sangri is our truly beloved junior sister. As long as she returns to Feiyun Sect, we will treat her the same way we did in the beginning!"

"No, that's not enough. We'll make it up to her double! You'll never have to do with this again!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Huai couldn't help but frown.

He will not comment much on Bai Mumu for the time being.

They were the ones who hurt Shen Sangruo, yet Feng Heyun so readily shifted all the blame onto Bai Mumu.

It is clear that they have not reflected on their own behavior at all.

Neither Shen Sangruo nor Bai Mumu actually took it seriously.

Ye Huai looked at Feng Heyun, and all he could see on that face was hypocrisy!

"A wound is a wound, and no amount of repair can erase the scars!" Ye Huai swept his sword across.

Even though Feng Heyun dodged in time, the tip of the sword grazed his neck, leaving a shallow red mark with traces of blood seeping out.

"You don't understand her at all; she won't come back!"

Whether it was because of Ye Huai's words or the pain in his neck, Feng Heyun suddenly flew into a rage.

Each sword strike aimed directly at Ye Huai's vital points, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

"We've known her for over ten years. How well do we know her? Who are you to judge us? How long have you even known her?"

"I advise you to hand her over! Otherwise, the Flying Cloud Sect will definitely treat you rudely. Think carefully about what you have to fight against the Flying Cloud Sect with!"

Last night, Shen Daochen and Lingxiao Zhenren had already said that they would spare no effort to bring Shen Sangri back to Feiyun Sect.

In their eyes, no matter how dazzling Ninghua Sect was in this sect competition, its size and foundation were ultimately no more than one percent of Feiyun Sect.

If Ninghua Sect were to confront Feiyun Sect, it would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

"Heh, whether you want to preserve your sect or keep Chen Sangruo, the choice is yours!"

With this move, the Flowing Cloud Sword aimed straight for Ye Huai's heart!

Ye Huai's eyes darkened, and he thrust out the Nether Shadow Sword with his backhand, directly meeting Feng Heyun's attack and taking the blow head-on.

The tips of the two swords collided, and the sword energy pierced through the air, forming streams of air.

The powerful impact caused both swords to bend slightly.

After a brief standoff, the two sides separated, each taking a few steps back.

Ye Huai quickly regained his footing and attacked Feng Heyun with his sword again.

"If she wants to stay in Ninghua Sect, we will fight Feiyun Sect to the bitter end, even if it costs us everything!"

"She saved all of us, including the Ninghua Sect. Do you think we would abandon her for our own survival?"

"Come and fight if you want, why would we be afraid of your threats?"

Before Feng Heyun could even process Ye Huai's second sentence, the Shadow Sword, gleaming with an eerie light, had already arrived before him.

He immediately dodged to the side, but the sharp blade still sliced ​​through his arm, and his robes were immediately stained red with blood.

I could clearly feel that the sword energy on the Shadow Sword had become much stronger.

"Damn it!" Feng Heyun cursed through gritted teeth.

She then glared angrily at Ye Huai, as if she wanted to devour him.

"Fine! I'll deal with you first today, and then settle accounts with your Ninghua Sect. Let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness!"

Feng Heyun pulled out a jar of wine from somewhere, took a big gulp, and then suddenly sprayed it onto the Flowing Cloud Sword.

The misty liquor immediately enveloped the Flowing Cloud Sword, as if the sword had been strengthened by the strong liquor. The sword energy on the sword surged, and the chilling sword energy was visible to the naked eye!

Ye Huai's expression remained as cold as ever, his lips pressed into a straight line.

He also began to activate his sword technique in his mind, and the Nether Shadow Sword kept humming.

If you listen carefully, you will find that the buzzing sound is like the meowing of cats.

Both sides reached their peak momentum.

The watching cultivators guessed that this was the final blow in the battle between the two, and they all stared wide-eyed, not wanting to miss a single moment.

Feng Heyun swung his sword with all his might, unleashing a chilling sword aura that seemed to pierce through the clouds and soar straight into the sky!

Wherever the sword light passed, even the dueling platform made of special materials was carved with a deep ravine, pointing directly at Ye Huai!

Ye Huai stood upright, and compared to Feng Heyun's irritability, he remained calm and composed throughout.

The Shadow Sword left afterimages in his hand, all the sword energy converging at the final tip before thrusting forward.

The sword intent emanated from the tip of the sword and transformed into a pure white cat with nine tails!

"Sword spirit! That's Ye Huai's sword spirit! He's actually cultivated a sword spirit!" The cultivators' eyes widened in surprise.

Shen Daochen and Lingxiao Zhenren, whose expressions were originally solemn, immediately clenched their fists, and their half-closed eyes showed a clear hint of surprise.

The members of Ninghua Sect smiled, for the outcome of this round was already decided!

Youyou's size was dozens of times larger than usual, and her huge vertical pupils were full of oppressive power.

It lunged at the astonished Feng Heyun, its claws instantly tearing the sword he had swung out to shreds!

The nine-lived spirit cat vanished the moment it touched him, transforming into fierce sword energy.

Before Feng Heyun could react, he had already been sent flying.

A sharp pain shot through his chest, and blood trickled from the corner of his lips, barely stopping at the edge of the arena.

But he had already lost his ability to fight.

Just as he was still struggling to stand up, the sharp tip of a sword was pressed against his neck. If he moved forward even half an inch, it would kill him.

Ye Huai walked slowly to his side, his cold eyes looking down at him.

The tone was cold and tinged with a hint of sarcasm:

"With such strength, how can he be her senior brother?"

Buzz—

It felt as if a string in Feng Heyun's mind had snapped.