The floating mountain, connected by nine purple chains, is a whole mountain, without the slightest vegetation on it, and it is a wasteland as far as the eye can see. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And on the top of the mountain, the wind, whistling in this world, the two stood opposite each other, the distance was ten zhang away, Yan Feng held a golden void sword, on which the purple gold thunder was dense like an electric snake, surrounded by the fire of Shura, outside his ten zhang, the black-clothed young man had purple qi on his body, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

"It seems that you have gotten a lot stronger during this time. ”

The black-clothed young man looked at Yan Feng, opened his mouth with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the illusory purple sword in his hand dissipated in an instant, turning his neck and shaking his arms, looking lazy.

"But the warm-up, that's the end of it. The voice just fell.

Yan Feng's eyebrows froze, and in an instant, the figure of the young man in black disappeared, and appeared in front of Yan Feng the next moment.

The fist with the purple air flow slammed towards the door of Yan Feng's face, and bang!

The body did not move, a strong wave of qi blew the three-foot long hair in front of Yan Feng's forehead, and on Yan Feng's body, the ancient martial arts golden armor appeared in an instant, and the fire of Shura turned into a fist, holding the fist of the black-clothed young man in front of him.

"That's right, warm up... That's the end of it. ”

The corners of Yan Feng's mouth also rose slightly, the golden void sword in his hand dissipated, his fist was suddenly clenched, and the golden streamer burst in the palm of his hand, and smashed it towards the black-clothed young man.

The two fists collided together, and on the top of the entire barren mountain, bursts of qi spread around the two of them, and the void fluctuated and vibrated accordingly.

And among the thousands of palaces in the Shadow Palace, there are small figures, and these figures, like little raccoon cats, are running in all corners of the Shadow Palace.

These small figures are the hundreds of clones of Xiao Jiao, and when Yan Feng and the black-clothed boy just started fighting, Xiaojiao slipped out, groping for the breath of the black-clothed young man in this shadow palace with his powerful perception.

Fang Mu was arrested in this shadow world, and he must have come into contact with this black-clothed boy, that is to say, where Fang Mu exists, there must be the breath of this black-clothed boy.

Wanting to take advantage of this to find out the location of Fang Mu, Xiaojiao's figure is petite, and the purple-clothed guards who pass by, even if they find something, when they see it, Xiaojiao's figure disappears, and they are only regarded as raccoons.

Among these hundreds of small corners, there is one of them, who is looking for a certain direction all the way, and the direction in which this small corner is going is the last Fang Gongyu of this shadow palace.

"Your purpose is nothing more than to fight me. ”

"Then I'll fight you!"

Yan Feng's fist and the black-clothed young man were together, and the endless wind and waves swept the heavens and the earth, and the battle intent began to emerge in his eyes.

The two of them began to fight hand-to-hand directly on the top of this barren mountain, and the roars continued one after another.

"Come again!"

This black-clothed young man looked up to the sky and laughed, up and down his body, endless purple qi filled the air, and his aura was gradually growing.

Yan Feng was also not afraid, and continued to fight against the black-clothed young man, but on the other side, he maintained contact with Xiaojiao at any time.

Just as another punch fell, Yan Feng's eyebrows furrowed, and the figure of Xiaojiao came from his heart... There's news!

Yan Feng's eyebrows froze, the power in his hand doubled in an instant, and while the black-clothed young man was not paying attention, he suddenly punched down, and then the figure quickly retreated.

"Don't try to run!"

When the young man in black saw Yan Feng looking like he was about to slip away, his eyes were full of war, and he suddenly chased after him.

Yan Feng didn't know how to bird him, his figure was like the wind, and in an instant, he passed through the enchantment of this palm bead, and went straight to the direction where Xiaojiao sent the message.

Yan Feng galloped in front, and the black-clothed young man behind him turned into black light and followed closely, chasing one after the other in this shadow palace.

At the moment when the two of them came out of the barren mountain, the palace in the center of the Shadow Palace had countless stone pillars, and on the highest of them, the middle-aged man who was originally meditating and closing his eyes slowly opened his eyes.

There is anger in his eyes, or more of a hatred for his own children!

"Rebel... Rebel!"

After scolding twice, the middle-aged man's figure also disappeared from the stone pillar.

Yan Feng's figure galloped in the sky of this Shadow Palace, and at the same time, the letter on his body that had been agreed with Qin Xiaobao was crushed in an instant, since he had found Fang Mu's whereabouts, the only thing to do now was to quickly save people and run away.

It is impossible for such a big action just now not to attract the attention of other people in this shadow world, once surrounded, if you want to escape again, it will be difficult to reach the sky!

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Under the black mist shadow palace, the world is like a fragment, and the entire shadow world is completely imitated from the appearance of ancient times, and the mountains and rivers are all the same.

And in the mountain forest where Yan Feng originally appeared, the fat monk was lying next to a towering tree, and the little boy was sitting beside him, holding the Qinggang sword to look left and right, and his two eyes flashed with love, and he couldn't put it down.

"Little brat, isn't it just a broken sword, what do you see? The fat monk glanced at the little boy beside him, patted his big belly and said, In the entire mountain forest, even the sound of birds could not be heard.

"It's so boring, it's so boring, I don't have anything to eat, I can't sleep, I don't even have to look at the young lady, what's the meaning of this life!"

"Hey, I said you, what are you wandering around, Buddha, my eyes are dizzy from you. ”

Qin Peng, Xiaobao's attendant, this honest young man looked nervous at the moment, walking back and forth in front of the fat monk, and from time to time chattering about why his young master didn't come back, whether something would happen and something like that.

Even a chattering person like a fat monk is annoyed.

"Come on, the Buddha and a stunned person like you don't have a common language. The fat monk thought that he roared like this, let alone that this guy would react a little, but he didn't expect Qin Peng to ignore him at all, and still walked back and forth.

Patting the ash on his buttocks, the fat monk stood up.

"Uncle, what a broken place, the young lady doesn't have it, there is not even a bird shadow. ”

As soon as the fat monk's voice fell, a voice with murderous intent came out: "Who told you that there was no one?"

The towering trees on all sides, between the dense branches and leaves, hundreds of purple-clothed masked people suddenly appeared.

Seeing these people appear, the fat monk was stunned, I went to his second uncle's... Don't bring such a play! Buddha, I'll just say it later!

Qin Peng also reacted at this moment, and suddenly looked nervous, not to mention the little boy next to the fat monk, holding the Qinggang sword that was taller than himself in both hands, looking at the purple-clothed masked man who appeared between the branches on all sides, with a bang, the Qinggang sword took the little boy and fell forward, ouch, and fell directly to the ground, he couldn't even hold the sword steadily, it was strange to be able to fight.

The fat monk swept his eyes and sighed: "At a critical time, you have to rely on the Buddha." ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward, shook his head and sighed, touched his bald head and looked at a big tree in front, and the previous voice also came from this tree, and roared: "Who is the one over there, you are the leader, right?!"