"In that case, I won't hide it. Let's see whose treasure has more spiritual power stored!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, his right hand flicked lightly on the spirit sword body under his feet, and bursts of spiritual power surged out of the sword body. With a whoosh, the speed instantly increased by as much as two times.

The corners of Wang Xing's mouth smiled slightly, it seems that this guy has indeed been fooled. With his right hand, he sucked out the spiritual power from the Linglong Pagoda one after another, and returned to the sea of qi. Wang Xing's giant sword absorbed spiritual power, and under the urging of its master, it flew quickly into the distance.

"There are still ?!" The middle-aged man frowned, urging the spirit sword to follow.

After two days of chasing like this, the spiritual power in the middle-aged man's body could no longer support it, and his speed gradually slowed down. He looked at Wang Xing's back in the distance and cursed secretly in his heart.

"Almost!" Wang Xing urged the giant sword back in front of the middle-aged man, his eyes radiating a cold light.

"Not good!" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, urging the spirit sword to return.

Where would Wang Xing let go of such a good opportunity, the flight of the first two days was for today.

"Break the army!" Wang Xing roared in his mouth, and then his right fist roared out with rolling spiritual power.

The middle-aged man suddenly felt a surge of surging spiritual power behind him, and it turned into a sword. At this moment, the fist has already roared. The sword and fist suddenly collided together.

There was a loud bang, and above the sea, waves more than ten meters high suddenly appeared.

"It's not good. This kid originally relied on the spiritual power in his treasure to run away and use it to consume his spiritual power. For a martial artist, spiritual power is the lifeblood.

"Let's fight it out now!" Wang Xing said coldly as he faced the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man twitched his cheeks fiercely, he didn't expect, he never thought that this kid would have such a brain.

"Do you think that after consuming my spiritual power, you will be able to defeat me?" the middle-aged man squinted his eyes and stared at Wang Xing's every move.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Wang Xing roared, his feet performed the Heavenly Divine Step, and his figure appeared on the right side of the middle-aged man like a ghost. At the same time, he swung a sword at the other party.

"Heavy slash!" Wang Xing yelled.

The middle-aged man raised his sword to block, and the two weapons collided together. At the same time, he suddenly felt a fierce impact, and the hilt of the sword in his hand came from him, and before he could react. The powerful impact sent him flying upside down.

"What a strong swordsmanship!" said the middle-aged man in surprise in his heart. He clenched the thin sword in his right hand, and suddenly struck dozens of swords towards the void in front of him. A thumb-thick sword suddenly appeared, and the sound of breaking the sky sounded. A series of green sword rays rushed towards Wang Xing's front door.

Wang Xing's right hand turned Wang Xing's giant sword again and again. Due to its extremely fast rotation, the greatsword formed a defensive wall in front of it.

Bang bang bang sparks fly.

More than a dozen sword rays were forcibly blocked by the giant sword.

"Such an artifact?!Can it be blocked?!" The middle-aged man looked surprised. This little miscellaneous disciple of the Wang Clan's martial arts sect is not only strong in boxing, but also the weapon in his hand is impressive.

"In that case, there's no time to waste. The strongest blow will kill you!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, his left hand touched the Qiankun bag, and more than a dozen thin swords flew out of it, slowly floating in front of him.

"Hahaha! This move is the strongest peerless sword technique 'Phantom Wind' sword formation. Boy, you can taste the power of the sword edge in it!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he pointed at Wang Xing with his right hand, and more than a dozen thin swords flew towards Wang Xing. These flying swords did not attack, but slowly floated beside Wang Xing.

On the sword body of the thin sword, golden light lit up, and fine sword patterns appeared. The sword patterns of more than a dozen flying swords intertwined to form an oval-shaped light mask. The light mask envelops the planet in it. At the same time, the flying sword began to spin rapidly within the light mask. It's so fast that it's overwhelming.

With a few swishing sounds, two scars appeared on Wang Xing's right arm and left arm, and the bones were visible.

"Hahaha, how does this feel?" the middle-aged man laughed. Historically, all opponents, as long as they are trapped in the Phantom Wind Sword Array, have only one way to die, let alone this small spiritual power realm martial artist.

"Old Ao, this guy's swordsmanship is too far behind yours. A smile hung on the corner of Wang Xing's mouth.

"If you can still laugh, let's go to Huangquan and cry! At the same time, the thin sword of the sword array began to rotate in one direction, faster and faster, faster and faster, and finally formed a strong sword wind like a hurricane.

With a snort, the sword wind brushed over Wang Xing's right arm, bringing a large piece of flesh from his right arm. The sword gust enveloped him entirely.

Each sword left a deep wound on Wang Xing's body.

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, if he goes on like this, in the end, this kid will be cut into pieces by the entire sword wind. At this moment, the spiritual power in the body can only be activated for a while. However, even after a while, this kid can be easily killed.

As the middle-aged man's spiritual power weakened, the speed of the sword wind gradually slowed down.

"What?!" The middle-aged man saw that in the sword wind, the small figure did not disappear.

Wang Xing's body has long been left intact, and his whole body is as if he has just walked out of the blood rain. He raised his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and walked towards him step by step.

The middle-aged man turned pale with fright, and no martial artist had ever been able to resist his peerless sword formation. It was the lack of spiritual power, and the power of the sword array was weakened, but after being so seriously injured, he didn't even fall, which was beyond his imagination.

Wang Xing snorted, rushed to the front of the middle-aged man, and said two words quietly in his mouth.

"Slash!"

With a swing of the giant sword, he slashed at the middle-aged man.

With a muffled bang, the middle-aged man's figure flew out and smashed on the beach. Smash the sand into a large crater more than half a meter deep. He struggled to brace himself up, looking at the approaching star that looked like a purgatory blood bringer.

"You! You! This is impossible! No warrior can survive my sword formation!" the middle-aged man shouted.

"Nothing is impossible in this world. I won't kill you, let you go back and tell Murong Zhen that I, Wang Xing, will go over to find him soon!" Wang Xing finished speaking, walked in front of the middle-aged man, grabbed his arms with both hands, and pulled hard, destroying his left and right arms. In the same way, his legs were also destroyed.

"Ahh

"Get out!" Wang Xing kicked the middle-aged man out. With this person's cultivation, he will return to the Wang Clan's martial arts. After solving the killer, Wang Xing carefully observed the island he was currently on. The island is not very large, and it used to be the size of a village. More than a dozen feet away, there is a lush forest.

"It seems to be a wilderness island. Wang Xing made up his mind.

The flight in the past few days has already made the sea of qi empty, and the spiritual power in the Linglong Pagoda has also been exhausted. Wang Xing emitted the remaining spiritual power in a net, forming a perceptual network around him. After that, sit on the warm sand and begin to absorb spiritual power. The Linglong Tower floated in front of him, emitting bursts of crystal clear light.

Wang Xing, who was absorbing spiritual power, suddenly felt that someone had broken in, and opened his eyes in vain.

"There are people here!" Wang Xing's heart moved, and his eyes looked in the direction of the comer. The man was a child, carrying a small basket. The child also saw Wang Xing, and his eyes showed a trace of doubt.

The child's courage was great, and with a light of curiosity and doubt, he slowly walked in front of Wang Xing.

"Big brother, where are you from?" asked the child, tilting his head, curious.

Wang Xing smiled and pointed to the sea.

"Ahh My father used to say that the sea is inhabited by people. I didn't expect that to be the case. Big brother, tell me about the sea, did you grow up eating fish?" the child threw out some questions that only he could think of.

Wang Xing learned through children that the island he was on was called 'Floating' Island. The island is inhabited by villagers who have been fishermen for generations. These villagers have never left the island and have lived here for generations. Therefore, when the child sees the arrival of outsiders, he feels quite curious.

"Big brother, why don't you go to my house. The boy had already let down his guard and led Wang Xing into the woods. After the half-pillar incense, Wang Xing was in front of a small village like a paradise.

In the village, there are herds of cows and hairs, leisurely eating grass on the grass. Wildflowers bloom in the meadows, and streams slowly flow down the distant mountain peaks, watering the green fields.

In the farmland, several women dressed as peasant women are busy.

"Mother, Mother!" the little boy waved his hands at one of the women.

Several women turned their heads and smiled at the little boy, and when they saw Wang Xing, their faces showed a look of horror, and they hurriedly ran out of the farmland.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" the peasant women looked at Wang Xing coldly.

Wang Xing smiled friendlyly, indicating that he had no intentions.

The peasant women looked at Wang Xing suspiciously, and one by one they gathered in the distance to discuss. After deliberating for a while, it was agreed that Wang Xing would enter the village.

Wang Xing smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't have to enter. In this way, they also aroused their suspicion, so they had to follow the children before entering the village. Immediately after entering, you will be able to make assumptions about your previous inferences. This village is so small that the distance from the east end of the village to the west end of the village is only a few dozen zhang. Most of the women in the village are busy with household chores.

"My father went hunting the sea monster. The child spread his hands and gestured to the giant sea monster.

At this moment, a young man rushed to the village covered in blood, and said breathlessly: "Oh no! The village chief is him, the village chief is him!" Before he could finish speaking, he fell to the ground and fainted.

When the old and young women and children in the village heard this, they hurried out of the village.