Wen Yiming only walked less than ten steps forward before he became confused. The fluctuating perception from the aura of concentration www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion was probably hidden in the shadows, but he was very sure that these two people were not Dan Anxiang and Shen Youyou, because the aura fluctuations of these two people were weaker. And these two people were still fifteen meters away before he noticed it, and it seemed that the perception effect of this concentration aura would also be affected by the strength of the person's cultivation.

It is estimated that it is the cultivation of about the sixth layer of the martial artist, Wen Yiming secretly analyzed. With the cultivation of the third layer of his martial artist, it was enough to deal with it, after all, the purity of his true qi essence was comparable to few people in the martial arts stage.

In fact, for Dan Anxiang's cultivation, Wen Yiming has analyzed it several times in his heart. He estimated that he should be able to win narrowly, or badly, by using the hole cards. It's just that he can rank in the top ten of the core disciple rankings, who can be sure that people don't have a killer weapon to press the bottom of the box? Not to mention that there is also a martial artist seventh-layer Shen Youyou, this is the fundamental reason why he doesn't dare to take risks.

Wen Yiming continued to walk forward, constantly looking around, pretending to be quite interested in the scenes along the way, and at the same time humming a prodigal tune. Wen Yiming was ready to climb over the steep slope of this path and enter the hidden mountain forest.

He has analyzed that the motives for tracking and monitoring him are none other than Dan Anxiang and Wen Yuanzheng. Whoever sent it must be removed in the shortest possible time. Otherwise, they will fall into endless passivity, and the plan to go to Seoul will be delayed indefinitely.

Wen Yiming swayed his steps, took off the gourd on his waist and took a few sips, and sighed out loud to praise the good wine. Then he hung up the gourd, pulled out the cold moon sword pinned to the belt, and laughed while admiring it: "It's really cheap! Dan Anxiang, this dog thief, I'm afraid that his heart hurts and shouts Dad, fight with grandpa, and the hair hasn't grown yet?"

Just as he pretended to be proud and ridiculed Dan Anxiang, the fluctuation of the concentration aura shook slightly. Wen Yiming said secretly, sure enough, it was Dan Anxiang's people, and these two people suddenly became angry in their hearts, causing the change in their breath to be perceived by the concentration aura.

Wen Yiming poured his anger into his legs at this time, and his selfless mind flowed through his whole body. He still said proudly: "Dan Anxiang, Dan Anxiang, sooner or later, Lao Tzu will chop you into meat sauce and feed it to the dogs, and he will destroy you all over the house." Haha..."

When Wen Yiming laughed, he had already sensed that the breath fluctuations of the two people in the dark were at the edge of ten meters, and from the fluctuations of the concentration aura, he could detect that the fluctuations in his mood were particularly obvious, this time was the time when people were least vigilant and most distracted.

Now is the time!

Wen Yiming's laughter did not fall, and he kicked on the raised boulder in front of him, and at the same time turned around, leaning his body like an arrow from the string and shooting into the grass behind him.

In an instant, he turned sharply from the scattered forward and shot backwards, so shocked that the two people who were lurking and following were stunned and did not come back to their senses. Wen Yiming's figure shot five meters away and landed on the ground with his feet, and he shouted in a low voice: "Eight steps to catch the cicada"

Between the rapid shaking of his feet, he left several leg shadows in place.

Only three meters away from the target, the two finally reacted and rose up violently, with a look of horror on their faces that could not be concealed.

Wen Yiming had already launched eight steps to catch the cicada, and the Cold Moon Sword in his hand had already stabbed out along the tilt of his body.

At this time, the target was close at hand, and Wen Yiming had already seen the faces of the two of them, they were two fierce black-clothed young men, both of whom were cultivators in the early stage of the sixth layer of martial artists.

Just when Wen Yiming's Cold Moon Sword stabbed at one of the young men, his heart was instantly shocked, and he secretly exclaimed! It was only then that he discovered that there was actually a middle-aged man with a scarred face in gray clothes five meters to his left.

The addition of one more person is not the root cause of Wen Yiming's crisis, but this person's cultivation is as high as the middle of the eighth layer of martial arts, which is a few small levels higher than Dan Anxiang.

It's over! It's a miscalculation! No wonder I didn't perceive this person's aura just now, it turned out that under the cover of the aura of the two people in front of him, his own cultivation was also very high, thus escaping the perception of the aura of concentration.

Ready to fly, have to send!

These two elite youths must be killed as quickly as possible before they can retreat with their whole body! Wen Yiming did not retreat, and his aura of concentration instantly shrank within the battle circle. The selfless mind method is running wildly, and under a loud shout, the true qi is pouring in!

Three meters away, in a blink of an eye!

The two youths in front of him were inexplicably frightened, and the young man on the right even gave up resistance and struggled to dodge sideways. And the target young man under the cold moon sword was on the line between life and death, and he kicked and retreated violently, wanting to get rid of this killer sword.

Wen Yiming is blessed with concentration, and his thinking is keen. In an instant, he knew that his speed had reached the limit, and in the violent retreat of the youth, this killing sword would be a fraction of a second!

My hand will be stained with blood!

There is no failure, only giving up!

Wen Yiming's heart was strong, knowing that the further he went, the closer he was to the middle-aged of the eighth layer of the martial artist. But he still stabbed straight without hesitation!

It's like a rainbow!

The sword is like a rainbow!

Momentum like a rainbow!

"What a strong belief in nirvana!" Scarface said to himself with a frowning brow, "but it's still a little bit worse." It's a pity!"

I don't know if this scar-faced middle-aged man is a pity that Wen Yiming has no achievements, or if it's a pity that Wen Yiming miscalculated. While talking to himself, he had already jumped into the front mark and rushed straight to Wen Yiming.

Wen Yiming's face was solemn, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, evoking a touch of confidence in his victory.

Without waiting for the Cold Moon Sword to be castrated, Wen Yiming lightly tightened the five fingers of the hilt, and the hilt of the sword instantly detached from Wen Yiming's palm, which was the real arrow off the string. Before the sturdy young man could show that he had escaped death, the Cold Moon Sword stabbed into the target's throat with a 'poof'.

The cold moon sword castrated and wanted to penetrate the throat, but the five fingers released by Wen Yiming instantly grasped the remaining sword spike, and suddenly stopped the momentum.

The middle-aged man with a scarface had a cold look in his eyes, and he exclaimed in his heart, what an accurate count, so quick insight and reaction! This is the so-called prey of Young Master Dan?

Thinking in his heart, his figure accelerated again, and when Wen Yiming pinched the sword spike and pulled out the Cold Moon Sword, he was already two meters in front of Wen Yiming. With the help of body inertia, a volley is printed in the air.

The distance of five meters was about to arrive in the blink of an eye, Wen Yiming secretly complained bitterly, turned his body slightly, and let out a loud cry, and his free left palm shook his arm. At the same time, an aura of concentration covered the young man who had shrunk away.

'Bang!'

The two palms intersected, and the middle-aged figure of Scarface was shocked and paused. And Wen Yiming's entire body was shocked by the scar-faced middle-aged palm, and he felt that the five fingers of his palm were about to lose consciousness. The remaining force of the palm force poured into the entire left arm, causing the joints and muscles to tingle, and the arm was already trembling before it could be withdrawn. If it weren't for the focus aura that could accurately calculate the gains and losses, controlling himself and controlling the enemy at the same time, it was estimated that he would be scattered by this palm!

"Hmph!" Scarface snorted coldly, his face gloomy. He tried to save the young man in a hurry, but he couldn't exert all his strength.

Of course, under the cover of Wen Yiming's concealment technique, the middle-aged man with Scarface felt that the early martial arts cultivation of a martial artist was not enough to make him go all out, so that he didn't even think about using his martial arts.

However, he could see that Wen Yiming was even more hasty than him. Even so, nearly seventy percent of his palm power actually only shook him away, and looking at the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and his trembling left arm, it was obvious that he was not seriously injured.

Is it really a layer of martial arts? Scarface was extremely moved, he had forgotten what Dan Anxiang had confessed, and there was only one thought at this time, this son must be eliminated!

Wen Yi Naruto was flying sideways in the air, but there was a hint of mocking sneer at the corner of his mouth, which made the middle-aged man with the scarred face who flashed his eyes slightly stunned. Immediately afterwards, when he saw that Wen Yiming's flying figure was infinitely close to the remaining youth, he secretly exclaimed, "Oh no! This treacherous boy actually wants to kill again with the help of my palm power."

The young man who escaped for the rest of his life let out a fierce breath when Wen Yiming was shocked by a palm. The situation just now was really too critical, if he reacted a little slowly, it would be him who was pierced through his throat! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be afraid, the speed of Wen Yiming's outburst at that time was the only one he had seen in his life in the martial arts period of the martial arts he had seen. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's as fast as lightning! But fortunately, this guy was shocked by Uncle Yao, and if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured.

Hey, this... The young man's relaxed mood tensed again. Because he found that the direction in which Wen Yiming flew out was actually coming towards him, and he turned in mid-air, holding the sword spike like a sleeve arrow, and threw the long sword at him.

The young man flicked the short knife on his waist in a panic, and while struggling to retreat, he slashed through the cold moon sword that lacked strength.

Wen Yiming threw out the Cold Moon Sword, worried that the sword spike would not be able to withstand the power, so he did not use it with all his might. However, just when the young man split the Cold Moon Sword, Wen Yiming had already landed. With the movement of mental power, his hand patted the storage belt, and the gloom was already in his right hand.

The body vibrated violently with the strength of the crane-shaped sect, and he stepped out, and the gloom pierced the chest of the terrified young man with a roar.

The middle-aged man with a scarred face was about to split his eyes and roared.

"Shaft, you dare!"