"Taling, exchange me for a steel longsword!"

Yang Feng silently said in his heart, and a stainless steel long sword appeared in his palm.

"Die!"

Looking at the poisonous dragon that was close at hand, Yang Feng sneered, and in the poisonous dragon's incredible gaze, he stabbed the stainless steel long sword into the neck of the poisonous dragon, so that it didn't even let out a scream, and fell backwards weakly.

"How is this possible! How is this possible! ”

Not far away, the man in prison clothes who escaped yesterday saw a stainless steel long sword appear out of thin air in Yang Feng's hand, killing the poisonous dragon with a sneak attack, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, and exclaimed with an incredible look on his face.

"Meteor Walk!"

Looking at the prisoner-uniformed man not far away, Yang Feng snorted lightly, and disappeared in place like lightning, appearing in front of the prisoner-uniformed man, the stainless steel long sword in his hand swung hard, and the sharp edge slashed through the criminal's neck, making it a cold corpse.

"I don't know if the curative effect of this Shengsheng Pill is as powerful as it was introduced?"

Yang Feng held the sharp long sword inserted in his chest, pulled it out with force, and with his hand still on the ground, he took out the Shengsheng Pill that he had exchanged before from his arms, and swallowed it.

As soon as it entered Yang Feng's stomach, it turned into a warm current and dispersed into Yang Feng's body, and the sword wound on his chest was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it recovered as usual in just one minute, leaving only the clothes stained red with blood.

"The curative effect of this Shengsheng Pill is too terrifying!" Looking at the red blood on his shoulders and clothes, Yang Feng said with a shocked expression, and the whole person fell into a short period of stupor.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

With a sound of breaking the air, dozens of big men in prison uniforms, armed with sharp weapons, appeared in the jungle not far from Yang Feng.

"Boss Duan, the Blood Spirit Fruit is on this kid!" A man in prison clothes with a broken hand looked at Yang Feng, who was in a state of stupor, and shouted loudly with a look of resentment on his face.

"Surround this kid and don't let him run away!" Duan Ming, who was tall, sturdy, full of explosive power, and had a scar at the corner of his eye, glanced at Yang Feng and ordered loudly.

As soon as Duan Ming's voice fell, dozens of big men in prison uniforms responded one after another, brandishing sharp weapons, fanning towards Yang Feng's location.

"Heroes don't suffer immediate losses, and when Lao Tzu is strong, he will come to fight you to the death!"

Looking at the dozens of prisoner uniforms approaching, Yang Feng, who had just fought a fierce battle and had a huge physical exertion, muttered, and then took a step forward and ran towards the depths of the valley.

"Don't let him run!"

"Boy, don't run!"

"Boy, hand over the Blood Spirit Fruit!"

"Boy, stop me!"

"Boy, you're running, when Lao Tzu catches up with you, I have to break your body into pieces!"

“、、、、、、”

Seeing Yang Feng running towards the depths of the valley, dozens of prisoner uniforms cursed loudly, and sped up their speed and pursued Yang Feng.

"The truth of guilt is the same in that world!" Glancing back at the criminals who were in hot pursuit, Yang Feng secretly sighed in his heart.

Of course, Yang Feng just secretly sighed, if he really let him throw away the Blood Spirit Fruit, he would still be very reluctant.

The meteor step is worthy of being an advanced footwork suitable for short-distance charges, and in just a moment's effort, Yang Feng opened up the distance between him and the prisoner uniforms, and disappeared from the field of vision of dozens of prisoner uniforms.

It's just that the valley is only more than ten miles deep, and the width is only a few miles, and Yang Feng quickly ran to the end of the valley.

"Holy! This valley is too small! Looking at the thousand-zhang peak at the end of the valley, Yang Feng cursed loudly with a helpless look on his face.

"Boy, hand over the Blood Spirit Fruit!"

At this moment, a big man in prison clothes found Yang Feng's figure, shouted with excitement on his face, and brandished a sharp weapon and pounced on Yang Feng's body, wanting to kill Yang Feng and seize the blood spirit fruit on Yang Feng's body.

"Oops, found out!"

Hearing the shouting of the man in prison uniform, Yang Feng's face changed greatly, and with a light shout, the meteor stepped out, turning into an afterimage, and approached the person in prison uniform shouting like lightning, and the stainless steel long sword in his hand swung out, with an incomparably sharp edge, and quickly slashed towards the body of the prisoner who shouted in prison clothes.

Bang!

With a crisp sound of metal colliding, the steel long sword in Yang Feng's hand cut off the long sword in the criminal's hand, and the remaining momentum slashed through his chest, directly cutting it into two, becoming a broken corpse.

"Where to go!"

"Don't let him run!"

"Stop him!"

“、、、、”

When Yang Feng killed the prisoner-uniformed man, the surrounding prisoner-uniformed prisoners rushed over when they heard the sound, shouting loudly while scattering, trying to block Yang Feng's escape path.

"You must rush out as soon as possible, otherwise, when everyone else hears the sound and rushes over, you won't be able to leave even if you want to!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Feng's face changed slightly, a thought flashed rapidly in his mind, and the meteor spread out step by step, his body turned into a meteor, and rushed outside.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

Looking at a prisoner-uniformed man blocking the way in front of him, Yang Feng roared angrily, his speed did not decrease, and the Storm Sword Technique unfolded, and the stainless steel long sword in his hand slashed towards the prisoner-uniformed man with an incomparably sharp edge.

Bang!

With a crisp metal collision sound, the steel long sword in Yang Feng's hand cut off the long sword in the criminal's hand, and cut it in two, turning into an afterimage, flying away into the distance.

"I want to run, but there is no door!"

Seeing Yang Feng kill one of his subordinates in seconds and flee into the distance, Duan Ming's eyes flashed with a cold light, he roared angrily, his body moved rapidly, and appeared in front of Yang Feng like lightning, blocking Yang Feng's escape path.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

Looking at Duan Ming who was blocking the way, Yang Feng roared angrily, the footwork of the meteor step was unfolded, and his body rushed towards the side of the scar man like a meteor, and the stainless steel long sword in his hand slashed towards the scar man's body with a sharp edge.

"The body technique is good, but it's a pity that the cultivation is too weak!"

Looking at Yang Feng who was charging towards him, Duan Ming chuckled, encouraged the surging internal strength in his body, and waved the sharp long sword in his hand to meet the stainless steel long sword in Yang Feng's hand.

Bang!

With a crisp sound of metal colliding, the stainless steel long sword in Yang Feng's hand and the sharp long sword in Duan Ming's hand collided together, and an incomparably powerful internal force entered Yang Feng's body along the long sword, destroying the flesh and blood meridians in Yang Feng's body, causing it to let out a terrible scream, and a trace of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"The Seventh Layer Martial Artist of the Day After Tomorrow!"

Yang Feng, whose internal organs were hit hard by internal strength, couldn't help but exclaim loudly.

"Boy, your combat power is good, if you swear allegiance to me and give me the blood spirit fruit on your body and the sword technique you use, I can spare your life!" Looking at Yang Feng, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, Duan Ming put away his sword and stood up.

"With my current cultivation of the fourth layer of the day after tomorrow, I am not the opponent of the seventh layer martial artist of the day after tomorrow at all, I must find a way to divert his attention, otherwise I will die here today!" Looking at Duan Ming, who was standing with his sword closed, Yang Feng secretly thought in his heart.

Glancing at the prisoner uniforms who kept coming from afar, Yang Feng knew that if he didn't leave, when all the dozens of prisoner uniforms arrived and surrounded him, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

"Give you the Blood Spirit Fruit!"

Thinking of this, Yang Feng gritted his teeth, took out the Blood Spirit Fruit from his arms, shouted, and used all his strength to throw the Blood Spirit Fruit in his hand towards a big tree behind.

Yang Feng still has a lot of power in the Blood Spirit Fruit, and if he lets the Blood Spirit Fruit crash into the big tree, the Blood Spirit Fruit will definitely turn into a pile of mud.

"Don't!"

Seeing Yang Feng throw the Blood Spirit Fruit towards a big tree, Duan Ming's face changed greatly, and he directly abandoned Yang Feng, agitating the surging internal strength, and chased after the Blood Spirit Fruit like lightning.

"If you don't leave now, when will you go!"

Duan Ming chased after the Blood Spirit Fruit, and Yang Feng endured the sharp pain in his body, cast a meteor step, and fled out of the valley.

"Kill him!"

Duan Ming caught up with the Blood Spirit Fruit, took the Blood Spirit Fruit back into his arms, looked at Yang Feng's fleeing back, and ordered loudly with anger on his face.

Hearing Duan Ming's order, the nearby prisoner-uniformed men waved the long swords in their hands and chased after Yang Feng's side

"Get out of the way!"

Looking at the prisoner-uniformed man in front of him, Yang Feng roared angrily, endured the severe pain in his body, and used the Wind Sword Technique to kill the prisoner-uniformed man who was blocking the way one by one, turning into an afterimage and disappearing into the valley.