Yan Li galloped away from his short body, the scenery on both sides passed quickly, and every step could cross a distance of seven or eight feet, which was an ability that ordinary people could only look up to, even if it was just the most ordinary running.

The four-rank martial artist, the vitality runs through the body, and at the same time strengthens the feet and thighs, so that the ability to run is greatly improved, and in the eyes of ordinary people, only a faint afterimage can be captured.

The Nine Grades of Martial Arts is actually a process of forging the body, and for every point of cultivation, the sharpness of the five senses will be increased by one point, and of course eyesight is also among them.

Therefore, the world in the eyes of practitioners and ordinary people is different.

But Yan Li couldn't calm down at the moment, after seeing the "Cave Spirit Sutra" with the same name as the "Great Brahma Heart Sutra", he deeply realized the importance of the exercises, and deep in his heart for the whole "Taibai Sword Sutra" was born for the first time.

What shocked him even more was that Ji Tiansheng had cultivated the "Cave Spirit Sutra" to the third level of the "selfless" realm, and he could use the control of emotions to regulate his sense of existence, and when a strong existence broke out, the scene would happen.

However, she is not a real person, she may be standing at the peak of martial arts, the critical point of cultivating the true realm, but she is not a real person yet.

"Selflessness" is the third part of the "Cave Spirit", that is, the empowerment method, which was taught in the academy by listening to Prajna Futu.

The empowerment is the realm after Xiuzhen, also known as the martial arts immortal, and only the ghost god Yang Youyun and the medical saint Li Xuanwei have reached this realm in the world.

That is to say, Yan Li's cultivation of the "Hidden Sword Technique" only crossed one major realm, and he was dead and lifeless, and he was also a first-class sword master, and his talent for comprehending the sword technique was incomparable, but Ji Tiansheng had crossed two major realms, and he didn't look like he was "going mad".

He did not forget about his mission.

During the tracking, he made a meticulous judgment: first, Zhang Huan was undoubtedly an undercover agent of the underworld, that is, the person who ambushed him in front of the judge that night; and then judging from his sudden attack, Montenegro had the determination to give up this secret to prevent exposure, and the trap was unlikely; third, Zhang Huan was ready to flee for his life before coming, so the most likely place for him to go was the big fish shop; fourth, and most importantly, Montenegro would not send miscellaneous soldiers to respond in order to prevent exposure。

Either you don't come, or you must be a master.

Yan Li is gambling, betting that he will find Zhang Huanfa first.

Perhaps this time he was favored by fate, and when he found Zhang Huanfang, the other party was really wandering in an alley in the big fish fang, as if he was waiting for someone.

"It's you!" Zhang Huanfa turned his head suddenly, staring at Yan Li who was walking towards him, "I thought there was no chance to take revenge, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door, this time I will see who else will save you!"

"Help?" Yan Li sneered, "I think you made a mistake, why did Ji Tiansheng send me to chase you instead of someone else, do you know?"

"A mere fourth-rank martial artist dares to be so arrogant!" Zhang Huan didn't answer his question at all, and when he reached forward, he saw that the blood droplets of his treasure weapon were flying like blades, and they shot away towards Yan Li's head.

Blood drops, a treasure between a hidden weapon and a weapon, are not only more complex in structure than swords, but also very skillful in use, and few people will sacrifice this troublesome treasure, but those who will go to sacrifice must have a lot of experience in this area.

Yan Li didn't underestimate the enemy, jumped backwards, stuck to the wall like a spider, avoided the blood droplets, and said: "I'm curious, you are the brother-in-law of the Martial God, you have a great career, you are only thirty-seven years old and sat in the position of Jing Zhaoyin, it is never a problem to enter Zhongshu Province in the future, why do you want to take refuge in the underworld and be willing to be a lackey?"

"You who have everything, how can you understand, I am also a cultivator!"

Zhang Huan twisted his face with extreme disdain and sneered, "Brother-in-law of the Martial God, I'm phew!" The hand at the end of the chain moved slightly, and the empty blood droplets suddenly turned.

At such a close distance, the flying blade on it immediately manifested a terrifying place because of the vitality, and wherever it cut, even the space seemed to be faulty, and if it touched the flesh, I was afraid that it would be ground into flesh foam.

Yan Li borrowed strength on the wall on all fours, jumped onto the wall opposite the laneway, and before he turned back, he could judge by his voice alone, and the original foothold behind him was tragically damaged.

Without thinking about it, he used both hands and feet and quickly climbed the wall.

The blood droplet really followed, and he witnessed the scene of the blood droplet digging through a large part of the wall, and couldn't help but whistle: "Your treasure doesn't look very good, but it's extremely cheap to use, and it is expected that when you want to dig a pit and bury people, it can beat countless sharp weapons." ”

But he secretly judged in his heart that Zhang Huanfa's cultivation was only three grades of martial arts, which should be right.

Zhang Huan's face was expressionless, obviously not fooled at all, you can attack the heart, I can not listen, but the movement is not slow at all, the blood droplets are almost an extension of his arm, and when his heart moves, he cuts along the wall.

The strength of Sanpin Martial Fu's vitality was not trivial, the wall was crushed from it in an instant, and blood droplets happened to burst out from between Yan Li's legs, and he was about to split him in two in equal amounts.

There was a cold flutter between his legs, and Yan Li broke out in a cold sweat: "Brother, you can't be so ruthless, I just killed one of your sons, you are so young, just have another one, but you want to kill me from my children and grandchildren, it's too vicious." ”

While speaking, his movements were not slow, he was away from the cliff in his hands, his hands were holding each other, and his body stood upside down out of thin air.

As soon as the blood droplets were blocked from the cliff, a dense exchange of gold and stone and sparks splashed everywhere were immediately stimulated, and the fierce energy escaped, pounced on Yan Li's face, and there were bursts of pain.

Fortunately, the hidden sword technique absorbed most of the strength, otherwise it would have been disfigured.

With the power of this collision, Yan Li turned over and fell back into the laneway, but before he could stand firm, the blood droplets chasing his soul had already chased from behind, for it, there was no inertia at all, how strong and powerful it was in the air, and how to turn it.

"Choke!" the sword flashed.

Yan Li suddenly turned around and drew his sword, at this moment, the external force absorbed by the cliff was far from being saturated, but he didn't have time to take care of it so much.

When it was too late, the sword blade hit the swirling blade of the blood droplet, and the two sides clashed fiercely, bursting out with sparks that were even brighter than Fang Cai.

Speaking of which, I have to mention that there is a difference between receiving and sending the Tibetan Sword Technique, and the two cannot coexist. For example, when absorbing an external force, it cannot be sent out at the same time, and conversely, if it explodes in advance at the moment, it cannot continue to be absorbed.

In terms of strength, due to the limited external force he absorbed, Yan Li was unwilling to waste his vitality, so he was on the losing side.

Qi and blood churned, Yan Li gritted his teeth, and the blood that poured into his throat was forcibly swallowed back by him.

But if you don't hide the sword technique, you really can't stop the three-grade martial arts, even if the other party doesn't even have a stunt.

With a bang, Yan Li flew back from the whole person, hitting the wall, and in the splash of earth and stones, the blood droplets barely had any pause, and they chased after them like meteors in an instant.

"Die, miscellaneous!"

The speed of the blood droplets was too fast, and Zhang Huan shouted excitedly as he watched the blood droplets crush Yan Li's upper body.

Suddenly, he didn't feel right, the minced Yan Li didn't burst out with blood, and then what broke his heart and liver was that the Yan Li he thought dissipated like smoke, and it turned out to be an afterimage.

How fast does it take to leave an afterimage in his eyes?

He didn't have time to think about it, or rather, he couldn't think anymore, because in the blink of an eye, his heart had been pierced.

At this time, Yan Li's true body slowly appeared, and he was only three feet away from him.

The outcome of a duel is often judged in a split second.

In fact, Yan Li began to mobilize his vitality when he turned around and drew his sword, that is, when he activated the external force in the cliff, he untied the hidden sword trick, and used the second form of Qinglian, at the moment of hitting the wall, using the ultra-high frequency vibration of the sword weapon to leave an afterimage in the same place, and then turned into the first form of Qinglian halfway: Qinglian Tuosheng Troubled City.

It was very risky to do so, because this move sucked his vitality dry, and the dantian was empty, almost unstable.

If Zhang Huan has hole cards, he is in a dangerous situation.

"Qinglian...... Sword...... Song ......" Zhang Huanfa stared at Yan Li, as if he couldn't understand why he was able to obtain so many supreme methods.

Yan Li sneered and said: "I think I understand the reason why you have taken refuge in the underworld, the Martial God Wang Ba has not been able to pass you a single move, and your treasure weapon is destined to have a single way of fighting, and someone must protect you before you can fully use it; ”

Compared with the powerful blood droplets, Zhang Huanfa's own weakness is full of irony.

Zhang Huan seemed to be enraged, and his face turned red, but then he smiled, "Although you killed...... I'm ...... But you don't have to ...... Arrive...... Wanted ......"

It was his last smile, and he died with a smile.

What can't you get?

Yan Li slowly withdrew the sword, shook off the blood stains on the sword, thought for a moment, suddenly his face changed slightly, and he forcibly endured the loss of strength, squatting down and rummaging on the corpse.

No!

No!

What should have been in him, but not in him.

The little book has been transferred, and it's a step too late.