Deep in the primeval jungle, there is a large area of newly cultivated leveled land.

This is the entrance to the Jinpeng Cave Mansion.

The defensive array was blasted by Xiao Fan in an instant, and the entrance to the cave appeared naked in front of Xiao Fan.

With a flick of the sleeves of Xiao Fan's robe, a huge force poured out, and the thick stone gate exploded, scattering and collapsing. Xiao Fan escaped under his feet, and he and Ajelina floated inside.

"Who's coming?"

A cry of rage suddenly rang out, and at the same time a fierce wind swept in, and the dust and rubble in the sky swept away, revealing the tall figure of a man.

Xiao Fan's eyes flashed, and he saw that this person was about forty years old, just like the five Jinpeng people he had killed, with dark skin, two short horns as red as blood on the top of his head, and a hideous face, the only difference between him and the five Jinpeng men was that the Jinpeng man in front of him had a layer of golden light faintly revealing a layer of golden light on his dark face, which made his status more noble.

This person exuded the spiritual pressure of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant Clan, and it was obviously the Yuan Infant Monk that Xiao Fan had previously detected with the power of divine thoughts, the elder of the Jinpeng Clan.

As soon as the power of the divine thought swept forward, Elder Jinpeng was taken aback, and his originally menacing expression was suffocated.

"Who is the master of Daoyou? Under the Jinpeng Clan Elder Zhong is fearless! ”

Elder Jin Peng clasped his hands into fists and asked, his words polite, but the meaning of vigilance was extremely obvious. This is not the Xuanwu Realm, and all the other otherworldly cultivators are enemies.

Xiao Fan glanced at him and said indifferently: "Zhong Daoyou, Xiao is not here to catch up with you. Why did you send men after your companion and detain her people? ”

Zhong Wuxing's hands slowly lowered, his eyes became cold when he looked at Xiao Fan, and he said coldly: "It turns out that Daoyou is a member of the blood clan of the Suoma Realm, hehe." Then there's not much to say. Zhong Moujing is a fellow Daoist in the late Yuan Infant period, you trespassed into my cave mansion and killed my disciple. I won't pursue it. Daoist friends take your partner and leave quickly. It can avoid the scourge of swordsmen. ”

This person knew that Xiao Fan was a great monk in the later period, and he still spoke so hard, and he seemed to be a little scared.

Xiao Fan shook his head slightly, and his gaze became cold.

Zhong Wuxing immediately realized that danger was coming, and with a flick of his wrist, the golden light shone, and dozens of flying knives shot towards Xiao Fan like a rain of flowers in the sky. I took the lead in doing it.

This is undoubtedly the right way to play.

Xiao Fan's level is higher than him, if he waits for Xiao Fan to make the first move, he is seeing the move, then he will be passive, it is better to strike first, at least he can take the lead.

Each of these dozens of flying knives is seven or eight inches long, like a short sword, with a thick back and a thin blade, and the sound of breaking the air is extremely dull, which shows that each flying knife is very heavy. Xiao Fan sensed the breath of life from it. There is no doubt that these knives are not made of metal, but from biological materials. It's like Xiao Fan's dragon scale armor and dragon scale sword, both of which are made of sea beast materials.

Such blade treasures are often refined from the heart, and they are ever-changing, and they are difficult to deal with.

A sneer appeared on Xiao Fan's face, and he just stood there, not dodging or dodging, dozens of flying knives came to him in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Xiao Fan holding on to him like this, it was a little unexpected for Zhong Wuxing. But then he was overjoyed. This person prides himself on being a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and his cultivation is profound. actually underestimated his natal magic weapon like this, and he deserved to be unlucky. Preparations had already been made. Once defeated, he immediately slipped away, and when he saw this situation, he quietly put away the light under his feet.

Let this blood clan kid have a good look at the magical means of my Jinpeng clan!

"Brush, brush, brush—"

The heavy flying knife was shooting at Xiao Fan.

"Ah......h

Ajelina didn't expect this, she was caught off guard, and couldn't help but exclaim, her delicate little face changed greatly, and her eyes were full of worry.

Xiao Fan's body was torn apart by dozens of golden flying knives, shattered inch by inch, turned into bits of foam, and dissipated in the air.

"Illusion?"

Zhong Wuxing was taken aback and shouted, with a move of his hand, dozens of golden lights shot back, and at the same time, he was about to dodge backwards and walk away.

This person's reaction is not unpleasant, and the combat experience is not unpleasant.

It's a pity that he has already made a big mistake by deciding to stay where he is and observe the results. Even the decision to fight Xiao Fan was a big mistake. If Xiao Fan escaped when he came to the door, Xiao Fan was busy saving people, maybe he wouldn't chase him, and there was still a glimmer of life.

Since he took the initiative to do it with Xiao Fan, the result was already doomed.

No matter how quick his reflexes are and how experienced he is, the result is the same.

With a cracked silk sound, the void around Zhong Wudaunt twisted like a ripple of water, a long and narrow knife, the blue light on the blade shone, and with a "snort", it slashed towards Zhong Wudaunt, and the temperature around him suddenly rose, as if even the air was about to be ignited.

Before the blade arrived, a large part of Zhong Wudaugh's eyebrows and beard had been burned away by the blazing heat.

Xiao Fan fused the Yan Spirit Slash into the Bagua Sword Technique.

Zhong Wudauntless was shocked, there was no time to dodge at this moment, and in a hurry, he roared, and his whole body was covered in golden light, and a golden feather flew out. This feather is about a foot long, shining with golden light, as if it is made of red gold, and it is extremely delicate. In the blink of an eye, Ling Yu turned into a goose feather knife several feet long, and without guidance, it automatically attacked the blade of the flame spirit.

"Huh?"

Xiao Fan showed a slight look of surprise.

He felt an extremely pure life essence from this feather, and there was no doubt that this was Zhong Wuxing's natal feather.

The Jinpeng clan all have the bloodline of the Holy Spirit Golden-winged Dapeng, but the bloodline of most of the clansmen is very weak, no different from ordinary people. This person can cultivate to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant realm, which shows that he is a leader in the Jinpeng clan, and the bloodline in his body should be relatively strong, and it is not known that he can even turn into a bird body.

This natal feather should be his life-saving magic weapon, at least one of them.

"Uhhh

At the critical juncture, Xiao Fan's blade deviated slightly, staggering the golden Yanling knife.

Immediately, the translucent light in the void flashed, and the Yan Ling Knife transformed by the natal feather suddenly condensed in mid-air, struggling hard. It's just that no matter how hard it struggles, it can no longer move half a minute.

Zhong Wuxing was angry and anxious, and hurriedly glanced over there, and vaguely saw a transparent rope, firmly binding the natal feather.

This Blood Clan monk actually wanted to take his natal feather by force.

Once the natal feather is taken away, even if he can escape with his life, he will also fall seriously ill, at least fall to a realm, and the progress of his cultivation in the future will be difficult step by step, and he will get twice the result with half the effort. If it weren't for the desperate efforts just now, there was no other way to think in a hurry, and he wouldn't have released his natal feathers to fight the enemy.

It's just that I didn't expect this person to be so cunning, and when he saw that his natal feather was extraordinary, he immediately had the heart to snatch it.

In a hurry, Zhong Wuxing repeatedly urged the power of divine thoughts, wanting to recover the natal feather, but there was no movement.

Originally, the natal feather was extremely spiritual, and it was difficult to imprison ordinary magic weapons, and the rope that Xiao Fan sacrificed seemed to be made of the natal material of beasts.

Zhong Wuxing was angry and anxious, and he was almost about to spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

Xiao Fan refused to give him any more respite, shook his left hand, forcibly took back the prison dragon rope, took out a few talismans with his backhand, and quickly sealed them on the golden feathers. The natal feather that was still struggling suddenly screamed, and the glittering golden light instantly became extremely dim, and Xiao Fan flipped his wrist and put the natal feather into the storage bracelet.

These actions seem complicated, but in fact, they are done in one go, and Zhong Wudaunt has no time to think of other ways, and has lost the connection with the natal feather.

"Wow-"

Zhong Wuxing's face suddenly turned red like blood, and the mouthful of blood that surged up to his throat could no longer be suppressed and spurted out.

"Boom......"

At the sound of breaking the sky, dozens of light blue sword rays formed a dense knife net, and shrouded the head.

Zhong Wuxing's body suddenly became flame-spiping, as if he was in an oven in an instant, and the body fluids all over his body were rapidly evaporating, and in the blink of an eye, he would be burned into a piece of charcoal.

Elder Jin Peng was shocked and angry, and he didn't care about the loss of his natal feather, so he let out a loud shout, and dozens of golden flying knives flew out, heading towards the sword net composed of light blue blades. These dozens of flying knives are also refined from his flesh feathers, although the power of a single flying knife is not as powerful as the wild goose feather transformed by the natal feather, but when combined, it is a sharp weapon. With this set of magic weapons, Zhong Wuxing has defeated countless enemies, and in critical moments, he has also saved his life many times.

But this time, it didn't work.

The power of Jing Yan has always been one of Xiao Fan's strongest supernatural powers, and sometimes he even breaks through to a higher realm one step ahead of his deity. For example, at the moment, Xiao Fan's own realm has not yet reached the peak state of the late Yuan Infant stage, but the "Jingyan Jue" has already cultivated to the third level of perfection, and it is very likely that he will once again be one step ahead of the deity and break through to the power of the Enlightenment Stage.

Although Zhong Wudaunt had spent many years of hard work in his Flying Knife Magic Weapon, and he had cultivated extremely strongly, under the attack of the third consummate "Jing Yan Jue", he only resisted slightly, and then let out a wailing sound, which was instantly turned into dozens of green smoke by the blazing heat, dissipating into the air, leaving only a scorching smell of burnt feathers.

"Impossible......"

Zhong Wudaunt let out a loud shout, staring at the golden flying knife that had disappeared cleanly in amazement, with a look of disbelief on his face.

It's not that he hasn't lost a battle, but the Flesh Feather Flying Knife, which has been cultivated for more than a hundred years, was completely destroyed in one shot, not to mention that it has never happened before, even if he dreamed of it, he would never have imagined that such a terrifying thing would happen.

Before this Jinpeng Elder could react in any other way, the next moment, the sword net was shrouded.

A heart-rending howl suddenly sounded, only half screamed, and then stopped abruptly.

Under the shroud of the sword net, Elder Jinpeng had disappeared without a trace. (To be continued) R655