Trace Fei's eyes flickered, the happy death made him jealous, at this time, he had already retreated, and he had no intention of killing the young man, no wonder the other party ignored him so much, and with a fourth-order body, he forcibly killed the joy of having the defense of the holy product, this kind of record is not amazing, even terrifying. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Unable to find the target, and being shocked by the terrifying record, the three of Ximen Jian had no intention of continuing to stay here, so they went away with their swords first, broke through the dark night sky, and disappeared.

The middle-aged woman glanced at Qi Fei, and did not mean to say hello, the lotus step moved lightly, did not take off, but walked into the darkness, and quickly disappeared.

And Trace Fei, looked around, and then flew to the sky, but when he was rising, he glanced at a certain snow peak intentionally or unintentionally, and his eyes showed doubts, and then he shook his head, and then did not stop, and left at a very fast speed.

The cold wind hunted, the belly of the sky protruded, and before I knew it, the night passed, and somewhere in the snow peak, Xia Xin sat in it with his eyes closed, but he did not heal.

Before killing Yu Gaobai, two words came from his ears, Xuanling fled westward and was taken into the town of the sanctuary;

These two sentences revealed a lot of information, Xia Xin's brain was not stupid, and he quickly connected the time when he was in a coma to those sixteen words, thinking about it, how dare he hesitate, quickly dealt with the two of them, fled the battlefield by himself, and hid in a snow peak after leaving a distance, and collected all his breath.

Xia Xin was in an extremely bad state at this time, he was really not fit to fight, his mental power was slightly released, and he wanted to see who the so-called top 100 in the East were there, and soon Ximen Jian and the other three arrived on the battlefield, and there were many warriors in other places, Xia Xin knew that those were the people who wanted to encircle and suppress him before.

At this time, the three of them had already left, and the other martial artists searched for a while, and several sixth-order powerhouses hated to leave, feeling that the past few days were equivalent to being busy in vain, and the fifth-order ones did not dare to stay longer, let alone go to the sixth-order who was in a rage, and asked for the 10,000 spirit jade promised by the Ximen Sword, and most of them left one after another, except for a few who did not give up, and finally looked for a while and left.

The sky gradually turned white, but Xia Xin, who was hiding in the ice peak, did not come out because of this, although in the telekinesis induction, everyone outside was gone, but he was still motionless, his breath was nothing, as if he was a dead man.

At a certain moment, a person appeared in the sky, stepping on the flying sword, his face was old, he looked around, his face gradually became ugly, he burst into a shout, and with a finger in his hand, a white sword light came out of it, and rushed into a mountain peak.

The center of the mountain was pierced and caused a slight avalanche, but it was not large. At this time, there was a faint mockery, and even the sound of a small avalanche was suppressed.

"The Ximen Sword is worthy of being the Ximen Sword, a finger of the mountain peak cracks, tsk. "The sound is as pleasant as a bell, giving people a feeling of midsummer coolness.

Ximen Jian raised his head instantly, his eyes were like a sword, and he said gloomily: "Dong Liangxian, do you really want to fight with this seat?"

In the sky, the figure of a middle-aged woman appeared, and both of them went and returned, obviously thieves did not die, and they were unwilling to miss Bingbao. Then the woman smiled at Simon Sword, but she had no fear, and she knew that without enough interest, the old fox would not really attack a strong enemy by the offense of words alone, unless he was truly sure.

Sure enough, seeing that the woman didn't speak, Ximen Jian snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Dong Liangxian saw him go away, then lowered his head, sighed, knowing that Bingbao really had nothing to do with him, he shook his head and went against the Ximen Sword.

With the complete departure of the two, the place fell silent, only the cold wind was still howling. In the snow peak, Xia Xin's eyes opened, full of bloodshots, his face was extremely tired, he slowly stood up and walked out.

On the surface of the snow peak, Xia Xin walked down diagonally step by step, as if he was walking on the ground, but before he reached the ground, he pricked his head and fell down.

Fortunately, the snow peak is not high, and the place where Xia Xin went was only ten meters from the ground, and if he fell like this, it might hurt his muscles and bones for mortals, but it was nothing to a martial artist even if it was a low level.

It's just that Xia Xin is not in good condition now, even very bad, he fell like this, he didn't get up for half a day, he was already overconsumed, and there were injuries of different sizes in his body, and then he fought again and again, and he didn't get enough time to recover from pranayama, and finally broke out at this moment, and he couldn't suppress it anymore.

"Hey.. Drink .." The sound of heavy breathing as a cow sounded, and there was a small piece of red snow on the snow, and then Xia Xin climbed up, his pale face as paper, matched with the little copper meaning exposed by his body, it looked extremely weird, and his eyes were half-open and half-squinted, his legs trembled, and he was unstable and knelt on one knee.

The state is too bad, we must find a safe place to retreat and heal, otherwise if this continues, Xia Xin is very likely to die of exhaustion, and his injuries will worsen and die.

The flying sword appeared, but Xia Xin did not stand on it, but lay on it, holding the flying sword, and conveyed the instruction to let it take him to find Cheng Xuan, condensed a trace of mental power, and attached it to the flying sword.

After doing this, Xia Xin fell into a coma again. And the flying sword got the order, screamed lightly, didn't dare to make too much movement, turned into a sword light, and rushed into the distance.

Thousands of meters to the west of Xia Xin's coma, a man sat on the top of the snow peak, his eyes closed, and his spiritual power fluctuations were suppressed as if nothing was there, but there was another hidden power permeating, formless and colorless, and even his breath was extremely difficult to detect.

If Xia Xin is here, he must be able to perceive that it is a fluctuation of mental power, and it is not low, it is already the peak of the second layer of the author, and it is only the thickness of a piece of paper from the pen master.

This person is Qi Fei, and he has never left completely, but unlike Ximen Jian and the others, he is better at hiding himself and being careful, otherwise when Xia Xin ignored him, he would not have chosen to forbear.

Slowly opening his eyes, Trace Fei's face was complicated, he sensed that the person, he was noticed by him when he came out of Xuefeng, and he never let go of every move, but even if the young man was weak like that, Trace Fei never intercepted him, because he was not sure if the young man looked like this, whether he was pretending.

As soon as his footsteps moved, Trace Feisong followed the flying sword, hanging far away, but after that, his face changed slightly, and he immediately increased his speed. Because the speed of the uncontrolled flying sword was surprisingly fast, it was not weaker than the effect that could be achieved by the seventh-order tearing space, which made Xun Fei follow him, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart, could it really be pretended?

"Well, no, if he wasn't injured or even seriously injured, why did he run so fast?"

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