The air in the foothills of Ghost Mountain isn't very fresh, just because it has experienced a horrific massacre.

The murderer was the mountain elder of the Badaomen, and the deceased were Chen Anping, the lord of Sanxuan City, and Gongsun Feilong.

It has been a long time since the massacre, and even the bones scattered around the foothills have long been devoured by the demon beasts that passed by. But the air was still filthy, the smell of blood still permeated the surroundings, and the wind could not disperse.

Feng Yi lay on his stomach in a patch of dead grass on the sunny side of the foothills of the ghost mountain, with the snow beside him that was not melting in the sun, and his back was covered with dead leaves swept by the cold wind.

Whether it is dead grass or snow, or dead leaves, it is all a disguise for Feng Yi at this time.

He's not hiding from anything, he's hunting. The breath is calm, the gaze is cold, and the body is motionless, like a sculpture rock.

And in his clear eyes, a tall ape with a snow-colored body was reflected in the skylight.

It was a snow demon, a second-order demon beast, and it was supposed to live in the depths of the Spirit Mist Mountain Range. But now is different from the past, in the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range, there are five powerful clans who have united the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Overlord Sword Sect to round up high-level alien beasts.

The roar of the beast frightened the snow demons from staying at home, and they fled in panic and scattered in the wilderness.

And this one, his luck was not good, because he met Feng Yi.

In the battle by the Night River, Feng Yi killed all the five people who dominated the Daomen. Then he ran wildly towards the Lingwu Mountain Range, because he was worried that the people who dominated the sword gate would chase him, so he ran very fast.

As soon as the speed is fast, the loud sound will be, which will naturally attract the attention of the demon beasts lurking in the mountains.

During this period, he encountered more than a dozen demon beasts of all sizes, with a first-order, a second-order, and a third-order.

But that's not all.

The first- and second-order demon beasts, Feng Yi killed them casually. Although he was confident that he could kill the third-order demon beast, he would definitely have to urge the Blood Burning Secret Technique.

After that battle, Feng Yi decided not to use the Blood Burning Secret Technique easily in the near future, because he did not have a Blood Replenishing Pill on his body, and he could not replenish the depleted essence blood, which would inevitably bring inconvenience to his future trip to the Spirit Mist Mountains.

Without using the Blood Burning Secret Technique, it would be difficult for Feng Yi to compete with the third-order demon beasts, so he could only choose to escape.

Twisting and turning, running around and toiling, and finally near the foot of the ghost mountain, he got rid of the third-order demon beast.

By this time, Feng Yi was already hungry. But after checking the sacs that were scavenged from Senior Brother Wu and others, they didn't find a single bit of water. I had no choice but to do this hunting job.

Of course, hunting is not just for the sake of food, Feng Yi has another layer of plans.

When fleeing wildly under the pursuit of third-order demon beasts, Feng Yi had carefully calculated his current situation.

Although the cultivation is not high, the combat power is not weak.

But this not weak combat power has a big flaw. For example, the Blood Burning Secret Technique needs to be burned to burn essence blood when using it. After that, he will be weakened for a period of time due to lack of sperm and blood.

As for how long it will be weak, because the time for using the Blood Burning Secret Technique is uncertain, and the amount of essence and blood burned is uncertain, and the time cannot be determined and unified.

In addition, there is also the earth-shattering knife that contains the knife momentum.

That nameless knife, Feng Yi was also limited by cultivation and could not be used at will. When I used it for the first time under the low peak that day, I was regurgitated because of this, vomiting blood, and the internal injuries were severe.

However, at that time, there was a high-grade healing pill tonic benefit, and the injury was suppressed soon after.

But now, there are no high-grade healing pills, only some non-high-grade healing pills taken from the relics of the old department of the Cold Mountain Sect. As for Senior Brother Wu's mysteries, he hadn't had time to take a closer look at them.

However, even if there are high-grade healing pills, the number must be limited.

Feng Yi estimated that if he used that knife again, he would be seriously injured after being counterattacked, even if he ate a non-advanced healing pill, he would need to retreat for at least three days to completely recover.

This knife may be life-saving, but the subsequent period of weakness is also fatal.

In this case, Feng Yi has already made up his mind to pay attention, whether it is the Blood Burning Secret Technique or that knife, if he uses it again, he needs to be cautious.

But if you don't use the Blood-Burning Secret Technique and that sword, Feng Yi's combat power at this time can only fight with the mid-to-late stage of the Inner Breath Realm at most, and victory and defeat are still between the two.

Feng Yi is not satisfied with this situation.

However, he did not have a Qi Replenishing Pill on him, and the reserves of Juyuan Dan were limited to those taken from the relics of the old sect of the Leng Mountain Sect.

It is definitely impossible to cultivate hard to improve one's own cultivation, and Feng Yi does not have time to cultivate at this time.

He wants to go deep into the Lingwu Mountain Range, looking for Xiao Ash, looking for Master, and looking for Shen Xuan.

But what else can you do to improve your strength?

Thinking about it, Feng Yi suddenly realized.

"In my current situation, combat is the only way to improve my combat power. Only by continuing to fight can it be possible to have more chances of surviving when encountering mortal danger. ”

Then he thought again: "But it's not a fight to the death every time. At least before encountering life and death crises, we must not let our strength be greatly compromised. ”

It was precisely because of these thoughts that Feng Yi would hide his tracks in the dead grass at this time, hunting the second-order snow demon.

The combat power of this demon beast is quite strong, and among the second-order demon beasts, it is really a top existence.

The snow devil in front of Feng Yi was already an adult. Looking at the fierce atmosphere on his face, his combat power should not be weaker than that of the late stage Xuan Xiu of the Inner Breath Realm.

The Open Heaven Blade was thrown aside by Feng Yi, and he didn't plan to use the Open Sky Blade to slay the Snow Devil.

Because the level of the Heaven Opening Blade is too high, it can easily break through the snow devil's defenses. This is beneficial to oneself and will not play a role in honing combat effectiveness.

Even if it does, it will be very small.

The snow devil didn't notice danger lurking in the dead grass beside him, he just walked aimlessly at the foot of the ghost mountain, scratching his head and yawning.

The white fur is blown by the cold wind, soft and silky.

Feng Yi stared at the snow devil who was almost close at hand, his back bowed slightly, and his feet kicked on the ground, ready to go.

The snow devil yawned again, and took another step towards Feng Yi's side.

At this moment, Feng Yi suddenly pounced out of the dry grass, like a flash of lightning, like a wild dragon out of the abyss.

The dead leaves are shaken and fluttering, clothed in the warm sun, dancing like butterflies.

"Wind Chaser!"

Feng Yifei pounced to the side of the snow devil, and his right hand pointed into a knife, "smack" three times in succession.

The hand knife slashed down on the neck, chest, and lower abdomen of the snow devil, killing him deadly.

But when the knife fell in his hand, Feng Yi only felt as if he had been slashed on top of steel, the edge of his hand was hot and painful, and the inner middle finger bone seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer and was about to break.

But he didn't have time to snort in pain, seeing that the snow devil had staggered a step under the force, he hurriedly bullied himself up again, and carried the gossip dragon palm.

Palm after palm, before the snow devil could react, it had slapped it back and forth eighteen times.

Eighteen palms fell, and the snow devil was overwhelmed and fell on his back.

But it is a second-order demon beast after all, with strong combat power and excellent defensive capabilities. Feng Yi didn't use the Blood-Burning Secret Technique to increase his combat power, and the more than ten palms he hit didn't kill him.

After falling, the snow devil let out a loud roar and then rolled over and leaped to his feet.

The arms that were longer than the knees slapped their chests repeatedly, and although the corners of their mouths were spurting blood, the evil qi was not weak.

Seeing that Feng Yi had rushed out to snatch it again, the snow devil clenched his fists violently and smashed towards Feng Yi's head.

It is more than eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, hideous and ugly. Standing in front of Feng Yi, he was a lot taller than him.

These two fists smashed violently, and in Feng Yi's opinion, it seemed that two heavy hammers were roaring, carrying wind and thunder, and they were fierce and unmatched.

I didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it. At the same time, his right arm probed sharply, and he curled his fingers and grabbed the snow devil's left wrist.

One belt and one lead, making a coincidence.

The snow devil was unsteady on his feet, and fell to the ground with a "woo".

Feng Yi rolled over and pressed him hard into the dead grass with his legs. picked up a pair of iron fists, and smashed them on the back of the head with no life.

The snow devil had already been shocked by the dark energy of the gossip dragon palm, and now he was smashed by Feng Yi's iron fist, and the stuffy breath in his chest blocked his heart, and it was difficult to disperse, and he suddenly fainted.

Feng Yi didn't stop there, and smashed punch after punch. It wasn't until the snow devil's skull shattered and ** collapsed that he gave up.

"Whew...... This snow demon is strong in battle, and its defense is not weak, if I hadn't attacked first, and after planning in advance, it would have been difficult to kill it easily. ”

This battle, which lasted for a short time, didn't seem to be very fierce, but when it was over, Feng Yi only felt that his strength seemed to be exhausted.

In fact, it was not that he was short of breath and weak, but that he hadn't eaten for too long, and he was really hungry.

Sitting in the dead grass, after gasping for a moment, Feng Yi straightened up. Pick up the Sky Blade, divide the Snow Devil's body, and take out the Inner Dan and stuff it into the Xuan Sac

A fire burned in a small col, and the blazing flames scorched the bloody thighs of the snow devils.

After a while, the aroma of meat spreads, accompanied by the sound of "zilazila" meat oil crackling.

Because there is no salt seasoning, Feng Yi's barbecue is not very beautiful.

But at this moment, he has no intention of forcing his appetite to enjoy, it is enough to ensure that he is not hungry.

After eating the barbecue, I drank a large pot of snow water to quench my thirst. Then look at Tiannan again, but see tomorrow in the sky, so not delicate.

The light and shadow of the sword that was condensed in the clouds and mist in the sky had long since disappeared, and I don't know if the people from the sword gate had heard the news and left, and whether they had begun to inspect their tracks.

Feng Yi was slightly worried in his heart, and looked at Tiannan again, but he didn't see anyone for a long time.

After eating and drinking enough, people are prone to sleepiness, and with the rare warm sun shining in winter, Feng Yi is already sleepy.

I yawned several times in a row, and I wanted to sleep but didn't dare.

There's no way, there may be monsters around, not to mention, the pursuers of the Sword Gate may come at any time. In such a situation, it is really not a good time to sleep.

Sleeping is certainly not good, but there is still time for a little rest.

Feng Yi leaned back to the mountain col and closed his eyes for a moment.

After a while, the slight fatigue dissipated, and he opened his eyes again.

After thinking about it, he untied the sac from his waist. From within, take out the five people's sacs of the Badaomen one by one.

Senior Brother Wu and the others are all cultivators in the Inner Rest Realm, and they each have Xuan Sacs in their bodies. It's just that the space of the Xuan Sac is very small, and it is not enough to carry their blades.

In the Xuan bag, in addition to some change of clothes, there are also a lot of pills and parchment rolls.

Feng Yi threw the change of clothes and some useless sundries into the fire, and then looked at the pills.

There are a lot of healing pills that are most lacking, more than 300 grains in the first grade, and more than 20 in the second grade.

Juyuan Dan and Detoxification Pill are also roughly the same.

The harvest was unsatisfactory, and after Feng Yi was packed in different categories, he looked at the parchment roll.

A roll of sword tricks, a roll of sword intent, and a roll of flying knife techniques.

The Badao Technique is a Xuangong practiced by the disciples of the inner and outer sects of the Badao Sect, and it is a rather precious Xuangong in the middle of the ground. However, the high-level of the Badaomen has its own means of subordination, and has deleted and changed this Badaoji several times, extracted some of the essence of each, and changed it to two volumes, which are the middle grade of the human level and the upper grade of the human level.

The high-grade pseudo-tyrant sword trick is practiced by the inner disciples of the Badao Sect.

The pseudo-tyrant sword technique of the middle grade of the human rank is practiced by the disciples of the outer sect of the tyrant knife sect.

It is not that the high-level officials of the Badaomen deliberately hide their secrets, but this move is just to avoid the leakage of the essence and mysteries of the sect. Only by passing many tests and becoming an elder of the Sword Sect can one be qualified to cultivate the most complete Sword Suppression Technique.

Senior Brother Wu naturally didn't have that ability and luck, so the five parchment scrolls in Feng Yi's hand that recorded the sword trick were just middle-grade people.

For Feng Yi, who has cultivated the Great Compassion Fu, the rank of Xuangong is not precious. However, there is no need to discard it and sell it for an opportunity to sell it in the future, which can also be exchanged for a large amount of income.

The sword intent is the external martial art practiced by the disciples of the sword sect, which is the same as the sword technique, and has been cut and changed.

The Flying Knife Technique is a light-weight exercise, and the same is true.

Feng Yi looked at the sword intent, only to feel that this sword technique was invincible, indomitable and fierce, which was quite suitable for his appetite.

But there is no time to study it in detail right now.

Looking at the Flying Knife Technique again, I subconsciously compared it with the Wind Chasing Technique and the Dragon Wandering Technique.

Each has its own victory.

But when Feng Yi scrutinized it carefully, he found that this flying knife technique was quite inferior to the wind chasing technique and the dragon swimming technique.

The Dragon Wandering Technique is the evolution of the martial arts Bagua Dragon Palm carried by the Great Compassion Fu, and Feng Yi does not know what the grade is. But it shouldn't be too low.

The wind chasing technique was taught by Master Xin Li, and it was the technique of moving and transposing the wind chasing knife technique.

Feng Yi once thought that the Wind Chasing Sword was just an ordinary low-grade martial art, and it was inferior and inferior.

But in retrospect, that may not be the case.

Not to mention that the Wind Chasing Knife has repeatedly performed miraculous feats, just this Wind Chasing Technique, Feng Yishi has unfolded, and few people can compare to him in speed.

"The Wind Chasing Sword Technique is definitely not a low-grade martial art. Feng Yi secretly thought.

Then he thought again: "Yes, Master was once such a strong person who could float in the sky and move mountains and mountains. The Wind Chasing Sword he practiced could be an inferior human-level martial art. ”

Martial arts are not inferior to Xuangong, and the grade of Xuangong is obvious. The level of martial arts is high, and the external performance is not very obvious.

For example, if two cultivators are the same Xuan Cultivators, one is practicing Heavenly Rank Xuan Gong, and the Yuan Force in the body is strong and pure, and the power is naturally fierce and powerful.

And the other practice is the human level Xuangong, although the realm is the same, but whether it is the degree of strength or purity of the Yuan Force, it is not a star and a half. Needless to say, the gap is obvious.

But the martial arts are different, although the martial arts also have a difference in the grade, but the specific power of the display depends on the talent and cultivation of the person who performs it.

Some people have good talents, high cultivation, and human-level martial arts can also make the bullfighting and powerful mountains.

On the contrary, it is a heaven-level martial art, and it is just an embroidered pillow when it is used.

So over the years, Feng Yi has not figured out what grade the Wind Chasing Knife Method belongs to. Because his talent is extremely good, whether it is the Wind Chasing Sword Technique or the Dragon Yin Sect's low-grade martial art 'Demon Suppression Fist', through his hands, he can exert a power far superior to ordinary people.

My thoughts flew, and I didn't realize that the sun had risen to the middle of the heavens.

Feng Yi collected his mind and put away the parchment rolls. At a glance, he suddenly saw two black shadows in Tiannan rising and descending towards him.

Feng Yi was shocked and blurted out: "Volley flying across the sky, through the power of Xuan!"