Wang Hongliang's angry scolding rode the night wind and drilled into the ears of Feng Yi and Qing'er.

Qing'er's heart was beating in shock, lying on Feng Yi's back, and she didn't even dare to breathe.

Feng Yi took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his mind, and kept running wildly while staring at the road ahead and discerning the way forward.

The eastern and northern forests are sparse, which is not conducive to concealing the body. Wang Hongliang came from the west, and he could only turn south at the moment.

fled all the way south, until the second watch, Feng Yi still failed to get rid of Wang Hongliang.

He was carrying Qing'er on his back and running out of breath. The physical exhaustion is severe, and the mind is already slightly dizzy.

And Wang Hongliang was not comfortable, after he was injured by the old man, although he took the healing pill in time, but because he wanted to follow Feng Yi's traces, he never had time to find a quiet and hidden place, and quietly adjusted the power of the Yuan Force to induce the effect of the medicine to restore the injury.

Now it has flown by for nearly two hours in succession, and the healing pill in the abdomen has still not been digested by the gastric juice, and the injuries on the body have not improved in the slightest.

Although it will not continue to worsen, the pain is still there, and every time I lift my breath, I feel a tingling pain in my chest and lungs, and my breath is unstable, so I am not uncomfortable.

The physical pain is still secondary, and what Wang Hongliang can't bear the most is that he is a powerful person who has the power to chase and kill a hairy boy who has cultivated in the body quenching realm, and he can't catch up for several hours.

And the other party is still carrying a person, and he is moving forward with a load.

This is a shame, a boundless shame that he Wang Hongliang can't bear.

"Fuck, if you kid dares to run again, when you are caught by Lao Tzu, your legs will be discounted. ”

Feng Yi'er heard Wang Hongliang's angry scream, sneered in his heart, and said secretly: "Don't run, wait to be caught by you and kill on the spot?"

Suddenly he thought: "No, he is a powerful person, why is he flying so slowly?"

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked back at the way he came.

When I looked at it, I was suddenly surprised.

"It must have been his injuries that implicated his speed. ”

After thinking about it, he thought again: "Since the injury has implicated speed, will it also damage his cultivation and combat power?"

Looking at the road ahead, the mountains and fields are boundless, the dense forests are dark, and it seems that there is no end.

If you continue to run, not only will you not be able to get rid of Wang Hongliang, but once your physical strength is exhausted, the result you will face can only be a dead word.

In this case, why not keep turning back and fighting to the death while the strength is not completely exhausted?

As soon as he saw Wang Hongliang before, he took Qing'er and ran away, but he clearly realized that he was not the opponent of the other party. It is better to stay and wait for death, than to flee first.

It's not about courage, it's not cowardice, it's about choosing a path that might have any hope of survival out of reason, in the face of extreme danger.

But when the hope of escape fades with the rapid depletion of physical strength, it is no longer wise to continue to escape.

And during the period of escape, Feng Yi also realized that the enemy's current situation did not seem to be as invincible as he imagined.

A glimmer of life from resistance may be more likely than a chance to escape.

Despite this thought, Feng Yi still didn't dare to stop the raid.

He was not afraid that he would not be able to defeat Wang Hongliang and be killed by him, nor was he afraid that his surprise attack would fail and he would lose a good chance to escape.

He was worried about Qing'er.

Until this moment, he still didn't want to drag Qing'er to face the danger of being killed at any time with him.

But at this point, Qing'er has fallen into troubled waters, and it is impossible to get out safely and unharmed. The slightest worry is likely to add more variables.

Feng Yi gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

The water was roaring in front of us, the air was filled with moisture, and it seemed that a narrow river was blocking the way.

Feng Yi thought for a while and said in a low voice: "Qing'er, wait a minute, I'll throw you into the water, don't panic, hold your breath and swim from the bottom of the water to the upstream direction, do you hear?"

His voice was not loud, and the strong wind that was running wild was whistling, so he didn't have to worry that these words would be heard by Wang Hongliang, who was chasing behind.

After hearing this, Qing'er hurriedly said: "Does Childe want Qing'er to escape alone?"

Feng Yi shook his head and said, "No, if you are on the side, I will be distracted." You just go upstream and find a safe place and wait for me, don't worry, I have a way to protect myself. ”

Qing'er didn't quite believe that Feng Yi had the power to protect himself, after all, the enemy was a rare Xuanxuan power in the Western Realm, a true Xuanxiu who had transcended the boundary of mortal beings and got rid of the mortal womb of the flesh.

Although the little girl has been backed by Feng Yi since she was a child, and has boundless dependence and trust on him, she is not blindly confused.

She knew that her separation from her son might be goodbye.

"No, I'm not going, I'm going to be with Childe, whether it's life or death. Qing'er was anxious and cried.

The sound of the water is getting closer and closer, and the river has come to the end of the sight.

Feng Yi knew that there was not much time left to prepare, so he snorted angrily and scolded: "Don't cry, do as I say." Did you hear that?"

Qing'er just sobbed and didn't answer.

Feng Yi shouted again: "Can you still tell the difference? I don't want to give up yourself to die, but if you leave it will divide my heart, I can't fight the enemy wholeheartedly." ”

"I know, I'm just ......"

Qing'er sobbed and choked, halfway through her words, but she couldn't say it anymore.

Feng Yi ignored her anymore, and while rushing forward, he quickly considered in his heart how to resist the enemy next, and how to achieve a surprise victory.

Even if you kill Wang Hongliang and don't die, you have to hurt him a thing or two, and then fight for some more chances to escape.

Thinking about it, the river is near.

Sure enough, it is a big river that is not narrow, more than five zhang wide, the water is turbulent, and the bluestones on the bank are scattered with half a person's height.

Feng Yi pretended to be about to run out of strength, staggering forward, his body swaying from side to side, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

The speed is greatly reduced, and the speed is reduced and reduced.

Not far behind him, Wang Hongliang rose into the air, looked through the gap in the treetops, and saw Feng Yi who had already run to the river.

Seeing him in such a situation, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, "You kid is still running, can't you run?" ”

The strange laughter is like the neighing of a night owl, piercing and terrifying.

The distance between the two has narrowed from two miles to one mile, and then to half a mile.

Feng Yi 'stumbled' to the river, suddenly retracted his strength and stopped, then turned his body slightly, and threw Qing'er far into the middle of the river with both hands.

With a "poof", Qing'er fell into the water.

The little girl used her hands and feet together, and hurriedly got out of the water again.

Looking up at the shore, in the dark, he heard Feng Yi's cold voice, and his tone was full of anger.

Qing'er knew that her son-in-law was really angry, although she was reluctant, although she was worried about her son's safety, her thoughts changed one or two, and she finally gritted her teeth and took a deep breath of the cool air at night, and re-entered the water.

Feng Yi saw that Qing'er listened to his arrangement, and a boulder in his heart finally landed.

He listened to the argument and knew that Wang Hongliang had come ten zhang away behind him. At that moment, he turned around suddenly, and at the same time that the Xuandao in his right hand was unsheathed, the sword diagram that had already been held in his left hand was also half unfolded.

The sword qi shot out suddenly, Feng Yi's left hand shook, and the scroll was retracted. At the same time, he stepped on the footsteps, turned into a swimming dragon, chased the sword qi Qingmang, and hurriedly swept towards Wang Hongliang.

Wang Hongliang was just down-to-earth, and he was about to bully him to clean up Feng Yi to vent his anger. But he really didn't expect that an extremely powerful sword qi would actually condense into a solid green mang, like a meteor, rushing towards it.

The chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and the breath of death lingered between Wang Hongliang's snorts.

While his complexion changed drastically, he hurriedly urged the little remaining Yuan Force in his body to turn into a light blue light curtain, blocking in front of him.

At the same time as the light curtain appeared, the sword qi Qingmang was also approaching in front of him.

When the two touched, the light blue Yuanli light curtain was suddenly pierced. The sword qi is still undiminished, and it is close to Wang Hongliang's lower abdomen dantian.

The move is killed, this is Feng Yi's consistent style.

After all, Wang Hongliang is a great power, although he has injuries on his body, and his strong horizontal cultivation is ten out of ten to seven or eight, but it is still not comparable.

Although the sword qi Qingmang is extremely fast and indestructible, it is not a real weapon after all. was blocked by the Yuan Force Light Curtain, and the boundless killing intent carried on it had gone by three points.

It was this slight difference of three points that Wang Hongliang captured the trajectory of the sword qi. He stood on one leg, still as steady as he was on both legs. Suddenly turned sideways to the left, avoiding the dantian heavy acupoint.

The sword qi passed through the body, the black robe was broken, and the blood from the wound surged.

Although it was injured, it did not reach the vital point, which is a blessing in misfortune.

But before Wang Hongliang could take any more breath, Feng Yi had already stepped on the gossip direction, bullied forward, and slashed off his head.

Wang Hongliang smiled fiercely, a sneer flashed in the corner of his eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, he hit the blade of the Xuandao.

After a crisp sound of "clanging", Feng Yi was like being struck by lightning, staggered back seven or eight steps, his chest rose and fell, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

This is the only trick, and the superiority is high.

Feng Yi was shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "It's over, this old immortal is so strong, he can even dodge the sword qi emitted by the sword diagram." ”

After all, he underestimated the reflexes and strong combat power of Tongxuan's great power, and even if he was taken by surprise, he would at most be in a hurry and suffer some minor injuries.

It's almost impossible to kill him.

Wang Hongliang touched the wound on his waist and abdomen, then raised his right hand stained with blood, stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked it, and said, "Little miscellaneous, I didn't expect you to get the sword diagram of the Heavenly Sword Master." ”

Who the Heavenly Sword Master was, Feng Yi didn't know.

While ignoring Wang Hongliang, he was distracted by three purposes, while peeking around to find a suitable escape path, while thinking of countermeasures, still hoping to borrow the power of the sword diagram to seriously injure the enemy by surprise.

In the end, he was still listening to the sound of the water behind him, and he was still listening to the sound of the water behind him, and he was sure to dive upstream according to his instructions.

At this moment, a thunderbolt exploded from the northwest sky.

The sound shook the sky, like the anger of the heavenly father, and sent down the thunder to slash the demons and eliminate the demons.

Feng Yi faced the north sky, and saw it really, it was a light purple thunderbolt, which came out of thin air, smashed down violently, and then burst into flames.

Wang Hongliang turned his back to the south, couldn't see the scene behind him, and naturally didn't know what the loud sound was coming from.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look back. But as soon as he made a move, he saw Feng Yi's right foot probing slightly, as if he was waiting for him to look back, and then burst into a surprise attack.

"This kid doesn't have any great skills, but he has a sword diagram in his hand, and a sword qi can be worth the full force of the late Tongxuan period, which really can't be underestimated. ”

Wang Hongliang's mind changed, and he resisted the urge to turn his head and look back.

Just as he was about to coldly ridicule Feng Yi's small action was discovered by himself, he suddenly heard a roar of thunder smashing on the ground.

This thunder was three points more powerful than the previous thunderbolt, and after the roar, the earth seemed to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a rough beast roar with an extremely ferocious and chaotic demonic aura swept from the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range in the northwest, overflowing the bodies of Wang Hongliang and Feng Yi, and both of them couldn't help but be terrified.

In the northwest, on the top of a low peak thirty miles away, the fat man and the old man stood side by side, and the two looked up at the northwest together, frowning and muttering: "The royal family of the Jin family?"

At this moment, three thick thunderbolts fell from the western sky in succession, with a terrifying sound, overshadowing the roar of the beast, rolling up a strong wind, blowing away the frenzied demonic aura that permeated the heavens and the earth, and wrapped the fat man and the old man in rags to hunt.

The fat man's face was pale, his lips trembled, "Five...... The fifth elder, the person who led three heavenly thunders in a row, is ...... What kind of cultivation is it?"

The old man's face was not much better, he shivered, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm afraid it is...... Earth Tribulation Cultivator. ”

Quenching the body, internal breath, Xuanxuan, Huayuan, Bihai, Yuanti, robbery, shaping the road, and the extreme realm.

These are the nine realms of the Boundless World's Path of Occult Cultivation.

The so-called earth tribulation is the seventh step of Xuan Xiu, the later stage of the catastrophe.

The word earth robbery is like two wild thunders, bombarding the fat man's heart. The vast Yizhou, the boundless, how many people are like this?

What did he do in the Lingwu Mountain Range, and why did he attack the high-level alien beasts lurking in the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range?

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

The thunder rang three times, and the earth shook and the mountains shook.

The fat man seemed to have forgotten where he was, and hummed, "There is more than one Xuan Xiu?"

The old man nodded, "At least five people." ”