On the other hand, after successfully luring the rampaging Ling Fei out of Fengjin Town, he ran and fought along the way, gradually moving away from the town and coming to a hill.

The writing department stopped here, the wind howled, blowing the robes on his body, his eyes became more and more cold and arrogant, and he muttered to himself: "Don't worry, I'll try that kid first." ”

At this time, Ling Fei followed closely, and seeing that the enemy was staying here, without saying a word, he swung his sword to attack.

The text department turned its back to Ling Fei, knowing that his attack was coming, but he didn't panic at all, and at the last moment, his body was slightly sideways, and he calmly dodged this blow.

Dodging the counterattack, I saw that after the text section dodged the attack of the rampaging Ling Fei, he turned around and kicked it away, breaking two trees before stopping.

However, at this time, Ling Fei didn't seem to know the pain, he only had killing in his eyes, and he wanted to defeat the person in front of him!

Without any pause, leaning forward, it was another wave of attacks, whether he had the upper hand or the upper hand, Ling Fei in the state of rage did not intend to give the opponent any respite at all, and the attacks were wave after wave.

But at this time, the text department was like a different person, and he no longer used the text scroll at all, but when he saw Ling Fei's attack again, he flashed away, and then used his strength to knock it away again.

Like a tireless fighting machine, on this small hill, Ling Fei rampages in order to defeat the enemy, repeatedly losing the upper hand, but still becoming more and more courageous.

In the face of this situation, the writing department did not panic in the slightest, and calmly dealt with it, as if playing with an opponent, tossing and turning, borrowing strength, and not suffering a trace of harm itself.

Despite this, he was not able to inflict any effective attack on Ling Fei in the rampaging state, and although the scene of the entire battle site was a mess, the damage suffered by the two of them was really limited.

After dodging one of the attacks of the rampaging Ling Fei again, the text section sighed and seemed to mutter, "Alas, it really can't be moved, don't waste time, come on." ”

After the words fell, the coldness and arrogance in the eyes of the writing department gradually disappeared, and was replaced by endless violence, and at the same time revealed a little disdain, he continued to speak: "I told you a long time ago, I still don't believe it, it's a waste of time." ”

After speaking, the writing department reached out and fastened the hat of the robe on his head, the huge brim covering half of his face, and then, he walked in the direction of Ling Fei.

The violent Ling Fei missed a blow, so he naturally turned around and continued to attack, but at this time, he found that the opponent was not waiting in place this time, but walked towards him, he grinned and laughed out loud.

With the strength of his legs, the whole person jumped high and ejected, and Ling Fei's eyes seemed to exude a trace of joy, and he raised the rusty broken sword above his head, and slashed at the slowly walking Character Department.

The writing department naturally knew that Ling Fei was attacking again, and smiled disdainfully, only to see him raise his left hand and meet the broken sword.

Hold it! In the face of such a swift blow from the violent Ling Fei, the Writing Section actually raised his hand to hold his weapon and firmly grasped it in his hand.

Then, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he said, "Little ghost, work hard, you are still far behind!" As he spoke, the left hand of the Writing Section suddenly forced, pulled it back, and dragged the rusty broken sword with its owner Ling Fei violently, and dragged it over.

Immediately afterwards, a punch of his right hand swung out, hitting Ling Fei's face door violently!

There were no energy fluctuations, nothing was knocked away and trees were smashed, and no big holes were smashed into the ground, just such a calm punch, just like an ordinary punch like a thug fight in the city.

And it was so ordinary, without even raising a trace of dust with a punch, Ling Fei, whose combat power was almost comparable to the level of a general in a violent state, was stunned with a punch, fell to the ground unconscious, and never stood up again.

If the red-haired evil ghost of the ghost clan of Huangsong Mountain is here, he will definitely be very familiar with this scene, isn't this the scene where Ling Fei was knocked out by a punch from the text department after Ling Fei went berserk that day!

After solving the annoyance of Ling Fei's rampage, the text department sighed, and said helplessly: "Alas, every time you fight, you rely on me, when will you kid grow up......"

Before the words were finished, on the small hill where the wind was howling, there was a gradual fog, and the text department frowned, knowing that this matter was not simple, and there must be a demon when things went wrong!

......At this time, a person walked out from behind the tree, and he opened his mouth to call, and the fog became thicker and thicker, and he couldn't see the face of the person at all.

The text department heard the voice, faintly visible shadows, and after identifying the direction, a punch was thrown, and the fist wind whistled, only to hear a scream of "wow", hit!

"Who is coming, why are you a demon!" the thick fog gradually dissipated, and the vision became clearer, and the eyes of the writing department flashed with evil light, staring at the figure in the direction of his attack, and spoke.

"Ahem...... Be...... I am the companion of the remnant maple......" The fog cleared, and I saw the person dressed in purple, sitting next to a broken tree, holding his chest with one hand, and there was a little blood on the ground, struggling to get up.

Hearing this, the writer who was called the predecessor of the bloody hand thought about it for a while, and he understood that the other party should know his secret, and said that he was the companion of Remnant Feng, which was credible.

So Yin Yang said in a strange way: "Then you are pretending to be a ghost here......" Before the words were finished, the eyes of the writing department changed and returned to their original appearance.

Seeing this, the purple-clothed man stood up and said, "Remnant Feng...... Is it the power of the fourth...... What's wrong?"

Hearing this, the Writing Section looked at Ling Fei, who had fainted on the side, nodded noncommittally, and then asked, "Why are you here?"

"It's nothing, the one inside the seal has spread the news, saying that the five-hundred-year reincarnation is coming, and around Fengjin Town, there will be an ancient demon clan powerhouse born!" said the man in purple seriously.

"The primeval period?" Hearing this, the Writing Department said in surprise, "Why did the demon clan in the primeval period choose to be born at this time!"

"Who knows? The one in the seal sent me here to investigate. The man in purple shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "Alas, what's the use? We can't stop it, it's a friend, no need to investigate, it's an enemy, there's no need to investigate, right?" ”

After listening to this, the text department stopped talking, the demon clan in the primeval period has gone through such a long time, even in the seal, its strength should definitely not be underestimated!

The news that I accidentally learned from the Elder Water Ghost of Huangsong Mountain Ghost Clan earlier is enough to show that the root cause of the turmoil in this five-hundred-year reincarnation is the Demon Clan!

And the characters of the primeval period born in Fengjin Town are also demon clans, and there is no connection between the two? Impossible, no one believes this when it is said.

"But...... Remnant Feng, this matter is not without a solution......" The man in purple thought about it when he saw that the writing department was not talking, so he also said thoughtfully.