On the endless blood-colored grassland, Yang Feng couldn't get rid of Cheng Maolin's pursuit at all, only by running into the mountains, with the help of the complex terrain of the mountains, could he get rid of Cheng Maolin's pursuit, so Yang Feng desperately encouraged the Gang Qi in his body and galloped towards the direction of the mountains in the distance.

"Leave the Blood Lotus and that shield, I can spare your life, or I'll let you live rather than die!"

Seeing Yang Feng suddenly accelerate, and suddenly opened up his distance, a trace of surprise flashed in Cheng Maolin's eyes, he didn't expect that Yang Feng, a young man with the Fifth Heaven of the Gang Qi Realm, not only had the best magic weapon with amazing defensive power, but also had such a fast speed.

Thinking of Yang Feng's weirdness, Cheng Maolin's heart tightened, and he secretly guessed whether Yang Feng was a disciple of a big man and a big family, otherwise how could he have such a good defensive magic weapon when he was in the Fifth Heaven of the Gang Qi Realm, and his flight speed was about the same as that of himself, a great master of the Nine Heavens of the Gang Qi Realm!

Thinking of this, Cheng Maolin's heart was even stronger, and he made up his mind that he must not let Yang Feng go, otherwise when Yang Feng returned to the Tianxuan World, wouldn't it be very troublesome for him.

Cheng Maolin, who was full of murderous intent in his heart, did not tempt Yang Feng with words, but directly snorted lightly, agitated the qi in his body, commanded the flying sword, and launched a fierce attack on Yang Feng.

In the face of Cheng Maolin's flying sword attack, Yang Feng's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly used the Xuan Turtle Shield to protect his body, block the attack of the flying sword, and keep himself from being harmed.

However, although the Xuan Turtle Shield blocked the attack of the flying sword, Yang Feng's speed was affected and slowed down a lot, allowing Cheng Maolin to shorten the distance a lot.

Seeing this scene, Yang Feng did not hesitate or hesitate at all, and immediately took out a handful of talismans from the storage bag, took out a few at random, and threw them towards Cheng Maolin's body.

Suddenly, I saw scorching fireballs, ice arrows with a chill to the bone, and cyan arc-shaped wind blades, formed out of thin air, with terrifying power, shooting towards Cheng Maolin's body.

The scorching fireball, the sharp ice arrow, the arc-shaped wind blade attack, Cheng Maolin's face remained unchanged, and with a light shout, a fire dragon formed out of thin air, soared into the air, and met the scorching fireball, the sharp ice arrow, the arc-shaped wind blade, defeated one by one, and rushed towards Yang Feng's body unabated, with a posture of wanting to burn Yang Feng to ashes.

Looking at the galloping fire dragon, Yang Feng's expression changed slightly, without the slightest hesitation, he immediately threw out all the dozens of talismans in his hand, the Gang Qi in his body surged rapidly, and the Zimu Sword made a sword roar, and the speed increased sharply, like lightning, galloping towards the direction of the mountain.

As soon as dozens of talismans were thrown, they turned into scorching fireballs, ice arrows with a chill to the bone, arc-shaped wind blades with sharp edges, and various spells such as earth elemental puppets that were one foot tall, and smashed towards the fire dragon's body.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Accompanied by a violent explosion, scorching fireballs, ice arrows with a bone-chilling chill, arc-shaped wind blades with sharp edges, and one-foot tall earth elemental puppets and other spells collided with the fire dragon one after another, making a violent explosion sound.

The power of the fire dragon was so powerful that it defeated a large number of spells, and it itself silently collapsed, turning into countless sparks scattered on the blood-colored plains.

The collision of a large number of spells and fire dragons aroused sparks in the sky, blocking Cheng Maolin's vision and allowing Yang Feng to distance himself from Cheng Maolin.

By the time the sparks in the sky dissipated, Yang Feng had already flown to the foot of the mountain, and was about to rush into the mountain.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Maolin's heart tightened, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, he roared angrily, and the flying sword shot out, with a sharp edge and terrifying power, and quickly slashed towards Yang Feng's body.

In this attack, Cheng Maolin put a lot of effort into it, and injected a large amount of Gang Qi into the flying sword, which greatly increased the power of the flying sword and made the lethality amazing.

In the face of the fierce attack of the flying sword, Yang Feng's expression changed slightly, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, he shouted softly, and the Xuan Turtle Shield blocked in front of him, colliding with the flying sword.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A crisp sound of metal collision sounded in Yang Feng's ears, and bright sparks bloomed in front of Yang Feng's eyes, and a powerful force was transmitted to Yang Feng's body through the Xuan Turtle Shield, penetrating into Yang Feng's limbs and bones, damaging Yang Feng's internal organs, letting out a terrible scream, spitting out a few mouthfuls of red blood, and weakly throwing it towards the rear, falling to the ground fiercely.

Yang Feng, who fell to the ground, endured his injured body, stood up, agitated the qi in his body, stepped on the Zimu sword, and with one acceleration, he rushed into the mountain.

Seeing that Yang Feng was seriously injured and rushed into the mountains, Cheng Maolin did not hesitate or hesitate at all, with a face full of killing intent, followed behind Yang Feng, and rushed into the mountains, the powerful flying sword, with sharp edges and terrifying power, slashed through the void like lightning, and slammed into the top of the Xuan Turtle Shield, and the incomparably powerful power entered Yang Feng's body through the Xuan Turtle Shield, making Yang Feng injured and injured, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with red blood.

Yang Feng, who was hit hard, did not dare to slack off in the slightest, used his skills to suppress the injury, agitated the qi in his body, maintained a lightning speed, and galloped towards the depths of the mountain, wanting to get rid of Cheng Maolin's pursuit.

Facing Yang Feng, whose speed was unabated, the killing intent in Cheng Maolin's eyes was monstrous, the qi in his body was surging wildly, and the flying sword kept slashing towards Yang Feng's body, which was blocked by the Xuan Turtle Shield, and he could not directly kill Yang Feng on the spot.

However, the powerful power contained in the flying sword made Yang Feng constantly hit hard, and all the flesh and blood meridians in his body were hit hard, all relying on one breath, he continued to maintain a fast flying attitude, and once he breathed a sigh of relief, he would turn into a soft-footed shrimp and let Cheng Maolin slaughter him.

"It can't go on like this, I must get rid of him as soon as possible, otherwise I may really die here today!"

Yang Feng, whose body was hit hard, glanced back at Cheng Maolin, who kept his distance from him and constantly commanded the flying sword to attack him, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and his head was running rapidly, thinking about how to get rid of Cheng Maolin.

Suddenly, a narrow valley came into Yang Feng's field of vision, making Yang Feng's eyes light up, and he immediately turned around and galloped towards the direction of the narrow valley.

The narrow valley that Yang Feng found was very narrow and narrow, and it could not be called a canyon, because the canyon was flanked by mountains as high as thousands of zhang, and the canyon was only a gap of about one meter or more, thousands of zhang deep, and even the sunlight could not shine to the bottom of the canyon.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Feng stepped on the Zimu Sword, like lightning, rushed into the canyon and disappeared into Cheng Maolin's field of vision.

Seeing Yang Feng's sword flying into the narrow valley, Cheng Maolin's eyes lit up, and he said secretly: 'Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no door to cast', and his body moved, followed Yang Feng, and entered a very narrow canyon.

The canyon was too narrow, only more than a meter wide, very suitable for attacking, and it was difficult to dodge, which made Cheng Maolin very excited, and he commanded the flying sword to launch a fierce attack on Yang Feng.

In the face of the fierce attack of the flying sword, Yang Feng did not hesitate at all, and immediately agitated the qi in his body, blocking the Xuangui Shield in front of him, blocking the fierce attack of the flying sword, and the powerful power passed through the Xuangui Shield, causing it to spit out a mouthful of red blood.

After Yang Feng spit out a mouthful of red blood, his eyes flashed with crazy killing intent, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he took out a Heavenly Thunder Seed from the space ring and threw it towards Cheng Maolin's body.

Because the canyon was too narrow, Cheng Maolin couldn't effectively dodge at all, so he could only command the flying sword and meet the heavenly thunder.

Rumble!

A violent explosion suddenly erupted when the flying sword hit the heavenly thunder, and the powerful explosive force directly destroyed the flying sword, blowing Cheng Maolin a few meters away, and spit out a few mouthfuls of red blood.

Seeing that Cheng Maolin was blown up, but did not die, Yang Feng's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, and he did not continue to throw the heavenly thunder, but stepped on the Zimu Sword and galloped towards the depths of the narrow valley.

Cheng Maolin, who was destroyed by the flying sword and was also injured by the aftermath of the explosion of the Heavenly Thunder Son, did not continue to chase Yang Feng, but pondered in place for a while, turned around and left the narrow canyon, returned to the entrance of the canyon, and quietly waited for Yang Feng to come out of the narrow valley, he didn't believe that Yang Feng would stay in the canyon for a lifetime.

The canyon, which is thousands of zhang deep and only more than one meter wide, can no longer shine in the sunlight when it goes deep into hundreds of zhang, resulting in pitch black.

Looking at the pitch-black and narrow valley below, Yang Feng hesitated slightly, then stepped on the Zimu Sword and shot towards the pitch-black valley below.

In a moment's effort, Yang Feng landed at the bottom of the valley thousands of zhang deep, and a glimmer of light came from not far away, making Yang Feng's eyes light up, and he hurriedly stepped on the Zimu Sword and galloped towards the direction of the light.

In the direction of the light, there is a cave more than one zhang high, and a glimmer of light at the bottom of the valley comes from the cave more than one zhang high.

Without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, Yang Feng stepped on the sword and entered the cave, and the soft sunlight shone on Yang Feng's body, making Yang Feng feel a burst of warmth.

Deep in the cave is a cave hidden in the depths of the mountains, about the size of ten football fields.

The cave the size of ten football fields is obviously a place for masters to cultivate, and there are light formations and spirit gathering arrays arranged inside, which not only have soft sunlight, but also have a rich aura.