The twilight was heavy, and the thick fog in the swamp, like blood that had not congealed for thousands of years, rolled in the evening breeze.

In the depths of the thick fog, the fist wind is mighty.

The huge body of a red bear demon beast fell, flattening the countless reeds behind it.

Ning Qianqiu's figure flashed, appeared next to the red bear's head, the sword light flashed away, cut off the two sharp fangs of the red bear, and put them into the storage bracelet.

"The next one. ”

Ning Qianqiu put away the Daxi Sword and looked at the Feather Falcon on the side.

The feather falcon sensed the whiskers and sniffed the scent with its nose, its wings pointing to the left.

"Let's go!" Ning Qianqiu took the lead.

"Damn stinky boy, what do you think of this seat, guide?" muttered Feather Hayabusa dissatisfiedly, but still flapped her wings to follow.

After all, it didn't dare to disobey Ning Qianqiu now.

Ever since Ning Qianqiu decided to break through the bottleneck through the battle, the nearby demon beasts have simply fallen into blood mold for eight lifetimes.

All the demon beasts that surpassed the cultivation of the Yellow Spirit Realm were dragged out of the cave by Ning Qianqiu, and under the fierce dragon fighting style, they couldn't even walk for a few rounds, and they were beaten to death by random punches!

This made the feather falcon, who was also a demon beast, feel a deep fear.

If it had met outside Xinghong City that day and it was Ning Qianqiu now, I am afraid that its life would have to be explained there.

While pondering, Ning Qianqiu killed another demon beast alive.

"Xiao Zi, you are so useful, I am reluctant to kill you, or will you mess with me in the future?" Ning Qianqiu cut off the demon beast material and asked with a smile.

These days, Ning Qianqiu has seen the powerful perception ability of the Feather Falcon, and he immediately has a heart to accept it.

If nothing else, throw the Feather Falcon into the legion, it must be the best scout!

"I want to ask this seat to work for you, you are dreaming!" "The Feather Falcon snorted, sneering at Ning Qianqiu's words.

"It's a shame......"

Time, in the blink of an eye, a few days passed.

The combination of one person and one bird is like a demon beast harvester, wantonly grabbing the lives of nearby demon beasts.

Whenever the spiritual power failed, Ning Qianqiu would temporarily stop, and under the frightened gaze of the Feather Falcon, he would practice the second form of the Barbarian King Gong.

Their hunting range is also gradually deepening.

Finally, after seven days.

"Roar!"

A tail whip slashed down with a sharp sound of breaking the sky, and Ning Qianqiu's figure was directly slashed out, staggering to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Broken Tomb Tiger!"

The feather falcon had already dodged far away, looking at the majestic demon beast that was as if it was pouring gold, and showed a gloating smile.

It was a demon beast comparable to the fourfold cultivation of the Yellow Spirit Realm, and it was definitely the overlord in the vicinity!

Now Ning Qianqiu can kick the iron plate!

Spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, Ning Qianqiu laughed, and said to himself: "That's how it feels......"

How long has it been since you have experienced this feeling of not knowing whether you will win or lose?

"Roar!"

The Broken Tomb Tiger looked up to the sky trombone, a golden retriever reflected a dazzling light in the sun, and there seemed to be an extra golden match in the air, shooting towards Ning Qianqiu!

Ning Qianqiu drank loudly, his body did not dodge or dodge, and his fists were fired together.

The figures of a man and a beast collided without any fancy to each other! With a bang, a large crater exploded in the middle of the field in an instant, and the swamp was like a whirlwind, and muddy water splashed in all directions along with broken stems and reeds.

Crackling......

Ning Qianqiu and Broken Mound Tiger still haven't stopped fighting, your tail scissors, my heavy punches, your claws slap in, my leg whip sweeps, the two sides come and go, don't let each other go, the dangerous hand-to-hand combat, you can see people's blood is stretching!

In the distance, the Feather Falcon's gaze was inexplicable.

It could be seen that Ning Qianqiu's fighting skills had gone to a higher level in the past few days of tempering!

The noble golden fur of the Broken Tomb Tiger was already embarrassed, stained with dense blood stains. Ning Qianqiu was also not happy, his body was full of wounds, and every punch he swung brought up a flower of blood.

But Ning Qianqiu's starry eyes are burning with fierce battle intent!

"Drink!"

Ning Qianqiu's body twisted suddenly, and once again dodged the claws of the Broken Tomb Tiger when he couldn't make a move, and his right fist drove the sound of breaking through the air and slammed it on the belly of the Broken Tomb Tiger.

As if he had been hit hard, the Broken Tomb Tiger let out a wail and retreated.

A little better, but the battle intent in Ning Qianqiu's chest did not weaken in the slightest, but became more and more hot, and he strode on!

The Broken Tomb Tiger looked panicked.

In its entire life across the swamp, there are not a few humans who have died in its mouth, but it has never met such a strange opponent as Ning Qianqiu!

Let's say that Ning Qianqiu is a human being, that strange body is completely beyond the scope of human beings! Let's say that Ning Qianqiu is not a human being, that move and style, although imaginative, there are traces to follow!

"Roar...... Woo......"

The Broken Tomb Tiger was frightened, and it began to retreat.

Ning Qianqiu didn't give it a chance at all, his body was like an electric bully, his legs were crossed, like a bow of the full moon, and a punch was like an arrow off the string, shooting towards the Broken Tomb Tiger!

The Broken Tomb Tiger couldn't dodge, so he had to turn around and fight again.

Ning Qianqiu let out a long roar, his fist staggered in mid-air, and he didn't see any movement, his body suddenly flipped, and his legs fell like a battle axe!

"Roar!"

The broken mound tiger was shocked, and in a hurry, he was unable to change his tricks at all, his forehead was hit by a leg, and his originally powerful and lofty head was directly knocked to the ground, falling into muddy water, embarrassed.

Ning Qianqiu was unforgiving, pressing on the head of the Broken Tomb Tiger with one palm to prevent it from getting up, overlapping his fists and feet, and beating the Broken Tomb Tiger for a while!

"Puff Puff ......"

The Broken Tomb Tiger gradually roared in despair, drowning in the muddy water.

Long.

The Broken Tomb Tiger under him finally stopped struggling.

Ning Qianqiu sat down on the ground, gasping for air.

The battle intent in his chest has not subsided, and he wants to rush to the sky!

This is what he wants, the feeling of the moment in the battle!

It's time to break through the bottleneck!

Ning Qianqiu sat on the ground, swallowed a solid spirit pill, and did not use the posture of the barbarian king's skill, like an old monk to settle down, and then entered a state of cultivation.

The aura of heaven and earth in the swamp gradually came towards Ning Qianqiu, forming a tiny vortex of aura above his head.

The whirlpool continues to absorb the aura of heaven and earth around it, and the scale is getting longer!

At this time, the feather falcon came over with a complicated expression.

Ning Qianqiu, about to break through!

Is this good news for it?

After thinking about it, the spiritual energy vortex above Ning Qianqiu's head was already the size of a basin, and it was still getting bigger.

Woo......

In the swamp, the wind is blowing.

Ning Qianqiu's calm expression seemed to have a slight smile.

The Feather Falcon looked at the purple feather on her body with some unease, her eyes wandering between Ning Qianqiu and the aura whirlpool, her eyes were deep, and she didn't know what she was thinking?

After a moment's hesitation, it seemed to involuntarily take a small step forward.

In those eagle eyes, Ning Qianqiu's figure sitting cross-legged was reflected at this moment, so close and so clear.

It's like, as long as you take one more step, you can touch him!

The feather falcon's breathing became heavy, and his eyes flickered.

Just, one step!

This man who is about to break through is in a state of defenselessness!

Let it be, life and death!

Just as the heavens and humans were fighting in the heart of the Feather Falcon, the spiritual energy vortex above Ning Qianqiu's head changed again.

Rumble!

As if from a tremor of the soul!

The aura vortex suddenly swelled in an instant, becoming the size of a house, and the aura that was originally slowly gathering suddenly accelerated at this moment, surging towards the vortex like a tide!

Such a shocking change made the face of the feather falcon change greatly.

Damn it!

This guy has made such a big move!

Just as the feather falcon gritted its teeth, as if it wanted to do something, its movements suddenly froze, and then, with a shocked gaze, it looked into the distance of the swamp.

There, there is a shadow, galloping forward!