In front of Yechen and the others, there was a figure horizontally, this person was dressed in black, with a black cloak on his shoulders and long black hair behind him, standing in the void with his back to everyone.

Seeing that there were still people blocking him, Meng Xinqi said angrily: "A good dog doesn't stand in the way, which one who doesn't have long eyes dares to stand in the way of Miss Ben." ”

"Hate, little girl, I'm not very old, but my tone is not small. The man in black turned his head, revealing an angular face.

Yechen said coldly: "The people of the Mosa Sect are really thieves who don't die. ”

This person is the master of the Mosa Sect who chased and killed Yechen and fled, Tang Feipeng, who has already stepped into the realm of the Martial Sect with one foot.

Tang Feipeng sneered and said: "The old man has been waiting for you for a long time, boy, the person who killed my Mosa Sect, I really don't know who gave you the guts, this time, the old man will see where you are still fleeing." ”

Last time, Yechen used the power of drilling the ground to escape, and now that he is in the air, Tang Feipeng will definitely not let Yechen have the opportunity to drill into the ground.

Meng Xinqi said to Yechen, "Do you want me to help you kill him?" ”

Yechen shook his head: "This is my business, I will handle it myself." ”

Then, Yechen continued to look at Tang Feipeng and said lightly, "If the people of the Mosa Sect are all of this virtue, then there is no need for the Mosa Sect to exist. ”

"Hahaha, if you want to destroy my Demon Sa Sect, boy, survive today first!" Tang Feiteng laughed, the palm of his right hand began to condense the power of silver, and his cold gaze stared at Yechen from afar, and said coldly, "Boy, this time, the old man will never give you a chance to escape again." ”

Yechen's right hand grabbed the void, and the silver light suddenly appeared, turning into a silver spear held in Yechen's hand, and the silver spear stabbed forward from afar, and said sharply: "In this case, then I'll see how you make it impossible for me to run." ”

Yechen's body shot forward, and the silver spear pierced Tang Feipeng's chest.

"It's good!" Tang Feipeng said loudly, facing the silver spear stabbed by Yechen, the silver light in his right hand blocked the front of the silver spear.

After the tip of the silver spear pierced into the ball of light, Yechen felt a huge resistance to resist his advance, and the other party still had to surpass himself in terms of strength, and half a foot stepped into the Martial Sect, and in terms of strength and perception, he had already surpassed the ordinary Martial Emperor.

Tang Feipeng held Yechen's spear with his right hand, looked up at Yechen in front of him, and said fiercely: "Boy, are you ready for the consciousness of death?"

Yechen Spear retracted and smiled coldly: "Today, I want to see who dies first." ”

After testing the opponent's strength, Yechen's spear burst out again, and the silver spear stabbed forward, this time, blooming one after another spear flowers, confusing Tang Feipeng's eyes.

Tang Feipeng frowned tightly, he didn't expect that Yechen's marksmanship would be so exquisite, this slight shake, like a marksmanship master who had been immersed in marksmanship for hundreds of years, made it difficult for him to capture the true trajectory of the silver spear.

Withdraw!

Tang Feipeng's body exploded in the sky, faintly feeling a hint of crisis.

Yechen held the spear in his hand, his body flew out rapidly, the spear continued to stab at Tang Feipeng, and one after another spear flowers appeared in front of Tang Feipeng's body, and the silver spear turned into countless shadows.

Tang Feipeng no longer dared to use his hand to resist Yechen's silver spear, a sword appeared in his hand, and the silver light wrapped the sword, constantly resisting the attack of the silver spear.

"Look how you broke my sword intent!" Tang Feipeng shouted.

Unlike the spearman's spear master, the swordsman's skill will comprehend the sword intent after reaching a certain level, making the long sword more flexible and changeable.

The collision of the silver spear and the sword made a loud sound of metal striking in the sky, forcing Tang Feipeng to retreat continuously.

The silver spear continued to stab out sharply, turning into silver light and stabbing all over Tang Feipeng's body, Tang Feipeng used his sword to smash these spears while dodging.

"Break it for me!Silver Moon Slash!" Tang Feipeng's sword suddenly drew countless half-moon-shaped sword rays in front of him, shooting densely towards Yechen.

Yechen's face did not move, and the silver spear continued to defeat the sword, and his body retreated while not only changing his position, so as to avoid the sword.

Tang Feipeng was panting softly, while looking at Yechen with a sneer, and with a martial art, he finally broke Yechen's advantage.

"Boy!" Tang Feipeng looked at Yechen with a shocked expression, and said in a deep voice, "How can your strength improve so fast, you are just a martial king, why do you have such a strong power of death, tell me how you did it, I will spare your life." ”

Yechen sneered: "Go to hell and ask, why is a dying man still asking so many questions." ”

"Looking for death!" Tang Feipeng was furious, and the silver sword once again flashed with silver light, and said fiercely, "Since this is the case, then I will take it from your corpse, don't think that the strength is great, it is my opponent, in terms of strength, you are still too far behind me." ”

This time, Tang Feipeng took the initiative to attack, and the sword was cast like a raging storm to envelop the night.

The two of them collided in the sky, and the overflowing power raged in the sky.

The little fat man and the others saw that with the two of them as the center, the swords and spears continued to shoot out, and if the power hit the ordinary martial king, it would be difficult to even resist.

Meng Xinqi muttered: "This kid, this kid is too arrogant!" didn't rely on the blood feast, and when the night really broke out, Meng Xinqi found that the gap between him and him was still very big.

Anyone on the battlefield, she is far from being an opponent.

Tang Feipeng became more and more frightened, in terms of strength, it was obvious that he was occupying the top, but after a battle, he still couldn't help the other party, and even Tang Feipeng felt that the other party seemed more comfortable when resisting himself.

He is a character who has been cultivating for more than 200 years, immersed in swordsmanship for 200 years, in terms of skills, how can he lose to such a junior who is less than 20 years old?

At the same time as a strong unwillingness surged in his heart, the long sword in Tang Feipeng's hand became more and more powerful.

"Boy, give me death!" Tang Feipeng roared.

Yechen smiled coldly: "The Martial Emperor is the Martial Emperor, even if you step into the Martial Sect with one foot, you are only the Martial Emperor, as long as you are not a real Martial Sect, I will kill you today." ”

"Presumptuous! Tiger Roaring Sword" Tang Feipeng shouted loudly, and while the two attacked, Tang Feipeng's sword was raised high and slashed towards Yechen, and the silver light condensed into a huge tiger and pounced viciously towards Yechen.

Yechen's body was retreating, the silver spear trembled, and the silver light bloomed and condensed into a dragon, rushing forward fiercely, strangled with the white tiger.

"Boom!" The huge force exploded in the sky, and after the explosion, Yechen and Tang Feipeng continued to rush forward, crashing into each other frantically.

(End of chapter)