Swish, swish, swish!
Piercing sounds of the air being rent rushed over rapidly, and Qin Yun saw the newcomers clearly.
There were five people in total, and the one in the lead was precisely Murong Leili.
As for the other four, all of them were disciples of the Ultimate God King Hall, but among them, Han Sheng of Grade Four cultivation was absent.
However, these four people's cultivation was not low either; among them, two were Grade Three high-level—higher than Murong Leili's cultivation—while the other two had Grade Three middle-level cultivation.
Seeing this, Qin Yun breathed a slight sigh of relief. Since Han Sheng had not come, that was for the best.
Naturally, as an eternal proud son of heaven, Murong Leili could not possibly follow behind Han Sheng; he was definitely acting alone.
As long as Han Sheng was not here, these few people were meat on his cutting board.
In the space of a breath, Murong Leili and the other four arrived above the canyon, and their gazes instantly locked onto Qin Yun and Fu Yuanqing.
"Hand over the Dao swords on both of your bodies!"
Murong Leili's gaze was like lightning, sweeping across Qin Yun and the other, and finally landing on Fu Yuanqing.
Battles had broken out here previously, which inevitably involved fighting for the Dao swords. Since these two people were now in this place, they had definitely obtained the Dao swords.
"Murong Leili, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Qin Yun's gaze was like a sword, sword light flashed in his hand, and a long sword appeared in his grip.
"Oh, what person are you?"
Hearing this, Murong Leili raised both eyebrows and scrutinized Qin Yun carefully.
"My name is Qin Yun!" Qin Yun conjured a cold sneer at the corners