Although a crack was split, the distance between the two sides was still an insurmountable moat for Zhou Fei.

The momentum of the fall was unavoidable, Zhou Fei could only take care of his feet first, and the moment he landed, a donkey rolled and unloaded the impact of the fall.

However, before he could stand up, the opponent's attack hit again.

Zhou Fei felt that the blood all over his body was coagulated at this moment.

The Blood Clotting Spell, as the name suggests, freezes the blood in the body of the target person.

Zhou Fei tried to resist with luck and let the blood in his body flow again, but the other party's realm was higher than him, and the attack power of the Nian Master was notoriously far, and the aura reserve was also the strongest among the many professions in the Great Wilderness.

Nian Shi is so terrible.

Fortunately, because the cultivation conditions are extremely harsh, the number is scarce, and if there are a little more, there is no way for other professions to mix.

Zhou Fei has weak experience in the enemy, and his strength is not as good as the other party, plus he also met a Nian master of the same level, which makes it feel like there is no hope of survival.

"Lao Tzu can't just die like this, it's not easy to cross over, he has been a waste material for so long, and Lao Tzu hasn't enjoyed enough of the good days, how can he die in such a bird place. Zhou Fei roared loudly and pulled out the second knife with all his might.

Nian Shi was too powerful, and although Zhou Fei reluctantly pulled out the knife, he could barely hold the hilt.

His hands were stiff, and his fingers couldn't exert any strength.

"No! No!"

Zhou Fei's eyes were full of unwillingness, he was working hard to fight, but he seemed so powerless.

The corners of Xu Zhe's mouth, which was sitting on horseback, raised a sneer.

At this moment, he suddenly had an inexplicable sense of pride.

Although Zhou Fei is a waste material, he is a disciple of the master after all, and he is a person on the second floor of the academy.

After Xin Zhige died, no one dared to attack the people on the second floor of the academy.

Today, however, he will break that convention.

Kill a man on a second floor with his own hands.

Xu Zhe really wanted to lift the mask and let Zhou Fei remember his face, otherwise he wouldn't even know who he was killed, and it would be too boring.

Fortunately, reason finally prevailed over the idea of pretending.

His true identity must not be revealed, otherwise it will bring endless trouble to the marshal.

As Meng Zhulu's most loyal dog, the interests of the Marshal's Mansion are above all else.

It is a pleasing thing to admire Zhou Fei's innate expression, but it is not interesting to drag it out any longer, Xu Zhe changed a gesture, ready to end this one-sided abuse.

At this moment, he once again felt a familiar sword aura.

As before, Xu Zhe didn't take this sword qi seriously, because the distance was too far, and when the sword qi arrived at this place, it had long been lacking in stamina.

This time, however, he was very wrong.

This sword qi was several times or even dozens of times stronger than before, and before Xu Zhe could react, he was pierced through his chest by the sword qi.

"How is that possible!" Xu Zhe looked down at the bleeding wound, his face full of shock: "Canglang Sword Technique? Sword Saint Ye Xin's Canglang Sword Technique? ”

Xu Zhe was injured, and Zhou Fei instantly regained his freedom, although the blood flow in his body was not very smart, but he was able to move after all.

He also saw the wound on Xu Zhe's chest, and that sword qi only hurt him, not kill him.

The final blow is still to come by yourself.

Zhou Fei picked up the knife on the ground, and then pulled out another knife.

With two knives in hand, brave and unstoppable.

He slammed on the ground, his body rushing forward like an arrow off the string, and in the blink of an eye, he reached Xu Zhe's face, and then swung his two knives and cut off the horse's legs.

The horse neighed miserably and fell with a bang.

Xu Zhe rolled off the horse and fell to the ground in embarrassment, and wanted to use his mental power to control Zhou Fei.

However, Zhou Fei naturally would not give him this opportunity.

The double knives slashed hard at Xu Zhe's head.

Xu Zhe clutched his chest and stepped back, his other hand kept sealing, frantically mobilizing the aura in his body to cast a spell.

After all, Zhou Fei's actions were still affected by the previous spell, and he was not flexible, but he fought with the injured Xu Zhe.

From Zhou Fei's sprint to the beheading of Xu Zhe and the horse, in fact, only a short time has passed, and the surrounding horse thieves have not recovered much, and the two of them have already fought like this.

Now seeing that Xu Zhe fell off the horse and was injured, the other horse thieves naturally couldn't sit still, and rushed over to stop Zhou Fei.

Bang!

A thunderbolt fell from the sky and blasted all the horse thieves away.

"Nine Heavens Thunder Summoning Technique?"

Xu Zhe was a little desperate.

He actually forgot that Zhou Fei also had a protector by his side!

The horse thieves couldn't come over to support for a while, and the injuries on Xu Zhe's chest became more and more obvious, and the strength passed quickly.

Zhou Fei drew the last knife.

Hand up and knife down.

Xu Zhe's head moved.

He didn't fight, grabbed a horse casually, turned over and fled frantically in the direction of the camp.

Behind him, the Nine Heavens Thunder still kept releasing to buy time for Zhou Fei.

However, Zhou Fei also knew very well that the release of the Nine Heavens Thunder required a large amount of spiritual energy, and the injury of the Protector Divine General was not very good, so he was afraid that he would bear extremely serious consequences if he released the Nine Heavens Thunder so frequently.

There is also Ling Zhaoyan, who over-the-top to release a super sword technique, he will also be subjected to an extremely serious aura backlash.

It's all because the damn cathars won't make a move, it's all because of those scumbags!

Zhou Fei's heart welled up with unprecedented hatred.

He looked in the direction where the cathars were.

Those who wanted to reap the benefits of the fishermen finally moved after the leader of the horse thieves ambushed them.

"See, the cultists of the temple are being slaughtered by horse thieves, and as the cathars of the temple, can we stand idly by?" the cathar commander shouted as he drew his sword.

"No!" the cathars replied in unison.

"Good. The commander clamped the horse's belly: "Charge with me, for the temple, for the goddess!"

"Rush!"

The cathars finally charged.

They are the warriors that the temple has spent countless efforts to cultivate, they represent the will of the temple, and they are one of the most elite cavalry in the Great Wilderness.

Dealing with a group of horse thieves who have fallen into chaos, the cathars are like chopping melons and vegetables.

Each knife can cut off the head of a horse thief.

Blood splattered onto their black armor, staining bewitching flowers.

If it hadn't happened before, just watching this scene would have made everything so beautiful.

Worldly justice is slaughtering the evil of the world in order to protect the believers of justice.

What a touching picture.

It's a pity that the people of the grain transportation team, up to the disciples of the Ding Sword Pavilion, down to the farmers who transported the volume, saw such a picture, and they were only endlessly indifferent.

They don't believe in the temple.