Seeing the Falling Flower Sword being thrown by Ling Feng, his eyes lit up, and his face was quite excited. However, when he felt the two terrifying auras coming from the storm, the outstretched hand hesitated.

Ling Feng indifferently spat out a voice: "Of course, as long as you dare to take it!" There seemed to be mockery and contempt in that voice.

There was a hint of struggle in the depths of his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. The next moment, he gritted his teeth, his body rose into the air, and he directly held the Falling Flower Sword tightly.

"Don't ......" The ghost was startled, and immediately spit out a sound. However, it was already too late.

Airplanes..

The Falling Flower Sword was held in his hand, and it actually made a pleasant humming sound, and then the light on it burst out, and an invisible sword power erupted.

Under that strong sword power, even Ling Feng felt palpitations. This is the divine object, this is the real falling flower sword!

"He's really related to the Falling Flower Sword!" Ling Feng muttered to himself, spitting out a voice. There was a hint of loneliness and jealousy in the words. The reason why he decided to give the Falling Flower Sword to Yan was out of selfishness on the one hand, and on the other hand, he really felt that the other party was more suitable to use the sword.

Ever since he first held the Falling Flower Sword in his hand, he had clearly felt the Falling Flower Sword's rejection of him. If he hadn't forcibly suppressed that repulsive force, he wouldn't have been able to exert half of the power of the Falling Flower Sword.

Of course, a person worthy of a divine object such as the Falling Flower Sword must be a character, at least not a coward. His previous words seemed to outsiders to be nothing more than a thrill, but in fact there was another layer of deep meaning!

"It's not a big deal, it's just a broken sword, and it won't be of much use to you!" Xiao Shu's voice sounded at the right time, paused, and continued, "Now, hurry up and find a way to escape!"

"With you as a formation master, do you need me to find a way?" Ling Feng swept away the unhappiness in his heart, and pointed at something.

"However, there is still a lot of trouble out there!" Xiaoshu said helplessly, "Moreover, I can't help much in a short time!"

Hiss..

Watching the Falling Flower Sword thrown out of Ling Feng's hand, no matter inside or outside the big array, almost everyone had a trace of fiery and greedy in their eyes.

Especially after seeing the Falling Flower Sword burst out with a burst of earth-shattering sword light, which seemed to resonate with heaven and earth, there were already several martial artists in the crowd who were ready to move.

Outside the formation, Xue'er looked worried, but there was a blind trust in the depths of her eyes. Huangfu Kexin saw Ling Feng give away the Falling Flower Sword, and there was a faint disappointment in his beautiful eyes. But Jin Kuihu's eyes were full of appreciation, with such courage, how could it not be a big deal?

When a husband is born in heaven and earth, he should be able to bend and stretch, judge the situation, keep a clear mind and make the most correct decision. If you are reluctant to give up because the Falling Flower Sword is a sacred artifact and finally lose your life, this is the most ridiculous.

The black-robed old man's eyes froze, and he felt that the sword of the Falling Flower Sword was extraordinary, and there was a wisp of greed on the face of the old man. The spiritual power in his body moved, and he suddenly turned around, directly grabbing towards the corpse.

The purpose of their visit was to be a fetish. As for Ling Feng, he hadn't paid attention to it yet, so naturally he should focus on the gods, and it would not be too late to clean up the former in the future.

Under his grasp, the death was directly imprisoned, and the space seemed to be distorted. Nirvana Realm peak powerhouse, so terrifying!

The ghost said that it was not good, and then his hands formed strange marks, and his body disappeared violently. When he reappeared, he was already in front of his death. He grabbed the martyr, and then fled again, appearing a hundred feet away.

Almost at the same time as the black-robed old man made a move, Ling Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned into a ghost, and disappeared in place in an instant. Then, a series of afterimages were formed, and they swept towards the large array.

"Hmph, this young man is not in a big formation, where do you want to jump to the scum?" the young man sneered, looked at Ling Feng and the ghost who fled separately, and mocked.

The old man in the black robe and the old man in the gray robe also followed behind the two with a playful face, unhurried and leisurely.

The so-called trapped beast formation is specially used to besiege spirit beasts with amazing combat power, and with the cultivation of this group of people, it is far from possible to break the formation.

Therefore, they were not in a hurry, but instead clasped their hands to their chests, wanting to see the anxiety and fear when Ling Feng and the others were struggling desperately but could not break the formation no matter what, which was also a great joy in life.

Ling Feng quickly came to the edge of the formation and sneered in his heart. After that, a burst of light flashed in his body, and he directly drew a two-zhang high gate on top of the huge formation.

"Goodbye!" Ling Feng waved his hand, and then his body turned into a streamer and swept away towards the outside of the valley.

The gray-robed old man was shocked, and the young man above the formation was full of disbelief. However, this was not over, just after Ling Feng broke through the formation and came out of the five breaths, in another direction, the ghost son continued to make various seals towards the formation, and then the formation tore out a crack, and the side of his body swept out like lightning.

The audience was silent, and everyone's faces were full of shock and disbelief. Such a powerful formation was broken one after another, is the formation too weak, or are these two too strong?

"You stupid people, don't hurry up and chase it!" The young man couldn't hold his face, and the killing intent in his heart rolled, and he immediately shouted violently. For some reason, Ling Feng's expression when he left made him feel uneasy, and the other party's last action was clearly naked-naked contempt.

How could he, who was extremely high in both status and status, endure such insults? Naturally, he went berserk in an instant, wanting to kill him as soon as possible. Thinking that the hundreds of Nirvana Realm powerhouses under his command could not keep Ling Feng and the Ghost Son, this made him doubt the authenticity of the scene in front of him.

Feeling the anger of the young master, the hundreds of strong people were all ashamed of themselves, and immediately divided into two teams and chased after Ling Feng and the ghost who fled.

The gray-robed old man took the lead, and his speed was amazing. In the blink of an eye, he appeared thousands of feet away and chased after him with murderous intentions.

Feeling the terrifying murderous aura behind him, Ling Feng frowned slightly, his spiritual power was running wildly, and his speed couldn't help but speed up by three points.

Taking advantage of the dangerous terrain, he turned into a ghost and shuttled through the jungle, which made the gray-robed old man's pursuit slower a little.

With the help of the ghost's mysterious body, Ling Feng was like a fish in water in the dense forest. Soon, the distance between the two was widened a lot. His gaze, glowing with a fierce light, kept scanning everything around him, trying to find an excellent place to completely shake off the old man behind him.

The gray-robed old man's eyes were slightly condensed, and his face became more and more difficult to look at. There were too many roadblocks in the jungle, and he didn't practice any decent body techniques, so his speed slowed down all of a sudden. If this situation continued, Ling Feng would get rid of him sooner or later.

Thinking of this, there was a touch of ruthlessness in his eyes, and with a move of his palm, a strange sigil appeared, on which was written a crooked word "escape".

"Stinky boy, this is going to be repaid with your life!" The gray-robed old man's withered yellow face had a look of reluctance, and he gritted his teeth and finally pinched the rune and exploded away.

(End of chapter)