A one-man tall door slowly emerged from the purple streamer wall in front of it, and it seemed that the challenge had been successful.

Shh

Li Feihong let go of Ji Gongjun's blood in disgust and walked to the door.

The next opponent is behind the door, right?

He stood in front of the door, caught in a dilemma.

What if the other side is also waiting for this moment, wouldn't there be an open door kill?

However, if you go in early, others may be tired, wouldn't you be able to pick up a bargain for nothing?

He thought about it and subconsciously grasped the Origin Sword behind it.

Let's wait until it recovers.

This purple space fell into calm again, if it weren't for the fact that Ji Gongjun's blood was still flowing, if it weren't for the fact that the Origin Sword behind Li Feihong was slowly getting longer, time here would have thought that it had been stopped.

Slowly, the Greatsword of Origin finally returned to its original state.

Li Feihong took out the Origin Sword, the sword went down from top to bottom, the tip was inserted into the ground, and the whole person tried his best to hide behind the big sword.

Every time you are desperate, any protective measures for yourself will not seem excessive, after all, there is only one life.

He rested his left hand on the sword, and was about to open the door when he noticed it slowly opening.

Can't the other party wait?

His eyes burst with a murderous aura. At this time, waiting for the small door to be slowly opened by the other party, it was completely falling into the rhythm of the other party, his right hand holding the hilt of the sword was released, and only his left hand was against the sword body, and then his right hand was pointed together, and a small sword flew out from the body of the origin big sword, flying from right to left, and opened the door in an instant.

Sword up!

Li Feihong's eyebrows were bright, and the three swords from the Origin Sword were like wild horses that had escaped from the Great Sword and fell like meteors and swept towards the door with sweeping power. I only heard the sound of "Ahh At this time, a sparkling soot floated past Li Feihong.

"Boom!"

The power of a missile explosion blew Li Feihong flying and crashed into the purple wall not far away.

"Stop fighting!"

Li Feihong roared, swung away the long knife that was galloping, and quickly ran towards the door.

Yingli was leaning against the wall and trembling, his left hand was gone, and the blood was flowing.

"Ahem!" his face turned pale from blood loss, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his voice became a little weak.

"Good...... What a fast sword!"

Li Feihong frowned, "Why are you here?"

Yingli didn't answer first.

Unhurriedly, he bent down, picked up the pipe that had fallen on the ground, patted the ash on it, and put the mouthpiece in his mouth. Then he took out a bag from his bosom with his right hand, unchained it, poured a little purple crushed cigarette into the smoke pot, and then took out a lighter and lit the cigarette. A puff of white smoke rose, and Yingli took a puff.

After this operation, Li Feihong was very speechless.

Smokers, don't forget to smoke even if you die!

He exhaled a long puff of smoke.

"How you got in, of course I got in. ”

"That's a coincidence! Who told you?"

"You don't have to know that. He said leisurely, "But what should we do now?"

"What should I do? It's easy!" Li Feihong's big sword thrust into the ground, "Since you are already crippled, why don't you let me do it." ”

"Hey, crippled is not the same as dead!"

"Why is it different?" the corners of Li Feihong's mouth rose slightly, and his eyes revealed the confidence of a hunter looking at what was in his bag: "Have you beaten me now?"

Yingli shook off his cigarette: "If it weren't for your three swords flying over at the same time, my left hand wouldn't have been cut off." ”

"Hmph, being merciful to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!" Li Feihong waved his greatsword, "Don't look like you don't want to die! There is no excitement between your eyebrows, this must be a clone!"

Yingli smiled: "The King of Hunting is worthy of being the King of Hunting, and nothing can escape the eyes of the King of Hunting." I'm not as adventurous as you are, and I don't want to lose my life. ”

"Long-winded!" Li Feihong cut off Yingli's head with a sword.

A door appeared on the purple wall again, and Li Feihong hurriedly walked over.

As soon as the door opened, there was already about 400 square meters of purple space outside. He turned his head to look, and suddenly found that the space on the left had somehow turned into a step, and there were two people at the top, one was tied hand and foot, gagged, with a helpless look, and the other was facing away from Li Feihong, who was climbing the last few steps at the moment.

The appearance of these two people was undoubtedly a devastating blow to Li Feihong.

Because, it is Li Feihong's entrusted target who is tied up, Zheng Nian.

And the one who walked up turned out to be Fan Yecheng.

What's going on?

How could Fan Yecheng come here?

His target is actually Zheng Nian?

What is he looking for Zheng Nian for?

As if sensing the movement below, the person who walked up turned around, and the familiar dark fluctuations made Li Feihong sure that this was Fan Yecheng.

When he saw Li Feihong coming out, he hurriedly went up and grabbed Zheng Nian, and then a whirlpool appeared in front of him. He jumped into the whirlpool and disappeared.

Huh?

"Alright!" the slightly older compound voice sounded again, "the first person to complete the challenge has already got what belongs to him. This time the challenge was successfully concluded. With that, he disappeared.

Li Feihong looked around, and saw that the purple light on the wall was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the magical power was gradually disappearing. It won't be long before this place will become pitch black, and Li Feihong may be trapped here.

Li Feihong himself was not very worried, but he was very puzzled, he didn't understand why Fan Yecheng wanted to find them and ask for Zheng Nian, and why Zheng Nian handed over to Fan Yecheng so quickly, could it be that they and Sang Paula were a family? In this case, Fan Yecheng and them ......

With a "boom", his thoughts were interrupted.

He raised his head, and a large hole appeared directly on the top of the steps, and the long-lost sunlight was projected through the hole, and with it, two more people.

"Whew!" Yingli threw Zheng Nian away, "This guy is your entrusted target, right?"

Li Feihong hurriedly went up the steps.

"How do you know?"

"Hehe, Zheng Qi didn't look at you secretly when he took care of you!"

Damn it!

He didn't say much, but checked Zheng Nian.

"How did he die?"

"Really?" Yingli lit a cigarette and walked down the stairs as he spoke, "I happened to run into that demon when I came here just now, and I fought with him for a while and saved Zheng Nian, maybe he was already dead when he was in his hands." He stood up, "Don't talk about it, I need to go get my pipe, you don't know, there's a problem with the flow rate of the space here, I've been outside for ten days, and it's only been a few hours here." If I hadn't smoked this cigarette, I would have suffocated to death. Not to mention, this smoke is really not very strong......"

"No! this is not Zheng Nian!" Li Feihong's voice interrupted Yingli's broken mouth.

"What?" he said back to Li Feihong, "I didn't drop my bag. ”

Li Feihong ignored him, but his heart became more and more confused.

This Zheng Nian is actually a fake?

So is it true that Zheng Nian is still in the hands of Sang Baola? Or is it that the people in the death bar deliberately gave it a fake? Or is it that Fan Yecheng has already hidden the real Zheng Nian?

In that case, it is possible that his identity has been known by Sampaola for a long time, when did he know it?

Could it be ......

Li Feihong thought of something, suddenly startled, and ran down the steps!

"Hey, where are you going?" Yingli turned on the flashlight and followed.

Li Feihong ran to the two rooms where Fan Yecheng had stayed, which happened to be opposite to him.

He broke down the stone wall and saw a mountain-like figure lying there.

Hung Ji!