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Feng Xiaohan raised his head, judging the direction and picking a suitable route.

Meng'er knew that he was better at this kind of thing than himself, so she silently followed him.

The best escape route is never a straight line, of course Feng Xiaohan knows this, the other party is a strong person with a strong divine sense perception ability, if you don't open up a considerable distance, all means to confuse the other party are useless.

If the old men did accidentally let one go, and the other two managed to hold them back, then the three of them would be extremely dangerous.

Feng Xiaohan observed the nearby mountains, the highest was no more than a hundred zhang, and the possibility of powerful demon beasts hidden in the leylines was very small, otherwise he could try to wake them up and drag the enemy.

He chose to flee between the open foothills, if the other party suddenly killed them, they could scatter and flee in three directions, although it was likely to be useless, but it would eventually increase the probability of survival.

A string of hurried bells suddenly sounded in Meng'er's sea of knowledge, his expression changed slightly, and he said: "Our worries are right, the demon gate is really cunning, and the grandfathers actually let one go and was dragged by the rest of the people." ”

Feng Xiaohan asked, "Can you know the strength of the other party?" ”

Meng'er said: "My bell doesn't have that ability, but it is speculated that at least it will not be lower than the mountain grandfathers, that is, the realm of breaking the void." ”

Chen Yingying was shocked and said loudly: "Void-breaking level powerhouse, why would a big man of this level chase and kill the three of us?"

Meng'er was slightly stunned, could it be that her disguise was not perfect, and she was recognized when she passed by the valley surrounded by red mist, so she sent someone to kill her?

Her status is indeed worthy of being a strong person, but it is not so bad that she is in the void, and she is still three.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Feng Xiaohan's back, not knowing what she was thinking.

Feng Xiaohan felt her gaze and did not speak.

He also thought of some things, such as the scabbard under the cliff of life and death, the cloud on the horizon after coming up, and everything that happened on the top of the heavenly mountain.

Could it be the beautiful but powerful woman who doesn't talk to her?

Or is it because of Moqiu?

Feng Xiaohan asked, "How far?"

He refers to the distance from the other person.

Meng'er said, "It's close. ”

The snow ghost, who had been lying on his head without speaking, suddenly said, "He's running away from the snow!"

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself that the Demon Gate had lived in the Cold Mountain for hundreds of years, and he knew more about the tactics in the snow than him.

He threw the snow ghost into the snow and said to the two behind him, "Spread out here, there is a hole in the mountainside of the highest mountain a hundred miles northwest of Akatani, and it will meet there." ”

Meng'er exclaimed: "Then don't you have to die if you catch up with him?"

Chen Yingying said in a deep voice: "Otherwise, they all have to die, auntie, it's too late." ”

Meng'er sighed lightly and said, "Don't forget our agreement. ”

Then she turned around and swept to the left, and Chen Yingying chose the left.

Feng Xiaohan went straight ahead.

Meng'er is the realm of collapse, a big realm higher than Feng Xiaohan, at this time, he used his mother's Kyushu escape method to his full strength, and ran out of a very long distance in the blink of an eye.

Feng Xiaohan saw this scene in his eyes, and the golden mans in the sea of knowledge were running extremely fast, but this body method was mysterious and indescribable, and he couldn't concentrate on careful scrutiny, so he could only see through two percent of the Kyushu escape method for the time being.

But even these two percent are enough to double his speed.

Feng Xiaohan was surprised and couldn't help but think that if he could go back alive, he would definitely have to make a good deduction and integrate it and make it his own.

The snow ghost had already fled the moment he got into the snow, and he had not yet been born when it was said that the snow escape technique could surpass its existence.

He turned his head to look to the left, and saw that in the cloudy wind and snow, there was still Chen Yingxing's shadow behind the gray-white curtain, and there were no footprints in the snow.

It was as if it had evaporated out of thin air.

Feng Xiaohan was stunned, but he couldn't think too much about it now.

He listened to the wind and snow, looked at the ridges hidden under the snow in the distance, and his steps grew lighter until he was silent in the snow.

The snow in the morning of the cold mountain is too big, too soft, and the thick layer that falls on the ground is softer than a blanket woven of goose feathers.

This is also the reason why he was surprised by Chen Yingying,

Feng Xiaohan thought that this blue-clothed scholar really had some skills, no wonder Meng'er didn't kill him, but acquiesced to him entering the cold mountain with him.

The silent snow treading is not really silent, but the sound becomes extremely small, and it is negligible under the sound of wind and snow.

As his steps became lighter, his breath gradually merged with the wind, until he melted into the wind, and used his magic power to transform all his vitality into a power similar to that of wind and snow.

At the same time, the breath is constricted, so that it is in harmony with heaven and earth.

Meng'er in the distance suddenly noticed something, and when she looked back, she saw that the thin figure was still running, but faster, but she couldn't feel the breath of the other party at all, only the bell in the sea told her about the other party's existence.

At the same time, she was also aware of the problem.

- Where is Chen Yingying?

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This sudden change caught Lu Qi a little off guard, and the speed of this demon path master was slightly paused, and he turned around in place in a little confusion, like a wild wolf looking for the smell of suddenly lost prey.

The snow in the cold mountain fell with the wind, and when it slapped on Feng Xiaohan's body, it was crushed, and the trajectory changed accordingly.

Soon Lu Qi captured the faint sense of disobedience between heaven and earth, and sketched a picture in his mind, in which the villain was running...... The wild wolf in the wilderness suddenly discovered the trace of its prey, and naturally pounced on the other party.

Meng'er thought that the other party was really going for him, and he only hated that he was not strong enough, otherwise he could bring some variables to this chase.

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Feng Xiaohan suddenly jumped up, rolled to the left, and slid a straight mark on the ground, as if he had tripped over the stones hidden under the snow, and looked very embarrassed.

And a small opening appeared in his original position, and a cold sword intent emanated from it, permeating the heavens and the earth.

The curtain woven by the wind and snow was cut open by this sword intent,

Then the snow was cut open.

Not far away, a few cold fruits hung on the tree, crumbling, and then suddenly turned into dozens of neat pieces, and purple juice spilled all over the ground.

Then the branches shattered, followed by the trunks......

It seemed that a large net composed of sword qi fell from the sky, centering on the sword mark in the snow, cutting everything within a radius of dozens of zhang into pieces. The surrounding snow surface has become countless small squares, like the manuscript paper that has recently become popular in Kyoto.

Out of the crack came a man with an evil aura, his pale face was full of indifference to life, and his black robe had been shattered by the sword light of the mountain people, revealing his true face.

This face that symbolizes death,

Looking at this face, Feng Xiaohan felt a little cold.

Lu Qi looked at Feng Xiaohan and sighed softly.

Is he still alive?

There was no square under Feng Xiaohan's feet, and those thin lines stopped abruptly when they reached not far from him, because he was holding a huge black thing, and it was this rectangular thing that blocked his sword intent, like holding an umbrella to protect him from the rain.

Lu Qi looked at the Rui beast hidden in the auspicious clouds and thought thoughtfully.