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The Yan Xi Sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand slashed through the air, stabbing towards the Flying Tiger with a slight sound of breaking through the air.

"Drink!" the Flying Tiger burst out, and the giant axe in his hand suddenly shone with an earthy yellow light, and then slashed towards Zhao Jingfeng with a screaming sound of breaking through the air.

"It's actually earth spirit power!"

Looking at the earthy yellow light on the giant axe, Zhao Jingfeng's already solemn face couldn't help but increase by three points again, and then the stabbing Yan Xi sword suddenly retracted, dodging the attack of the flying tiger, and a dodge came to his side, and the Yan Xi sword in his hand stabbed towards his waist.

The Flying Tiger sneered, and the hands holding the giant axe suddenly let go, and the palms of his hands were quickly covered with a layer of earthy yellow light, and they grabbed towards the Yan Xi Sword that Zhao Jingfeng stabbed.

Yan Xi's sword was tightly grasped by the right hand of the Flying Tiger, and the sharp blade couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

Zhao Jingfeng's eyes showed a hint of horror, although he had long heard that people with deep earth spiritual power had very strong defenses, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

Immediately, the sharp light flashed away from Zhao Jingfeng's eyes, and the next moment, the Yan Xi Sword, which was tightly held by the Flying Tiger's right hand, suddenly burst out with a strong sword qi, and under this strong sword qi attack, the layer of earthy yellow light on the Flying Tiger's right hand quickly became faint, and there were faint signs of dissipation.

The Flying Tiger quickly let go of the palm of his right hand holding Yan Xi's sword, and as soon as his hand left Yan Xijian, the layer of earthy yellow light on his palm also dissipated, and I saw that on the palm of the Flying Tiger, there were staggered wounds, covering the entire palm, and the blood that flowed out quickly stained the palm red.

Glancing at his palm indifferently, the Flying Tiger snorted coldly, his fierce gaze like a vicious wolf stared at Zhao Jingfeng fiercely, and said in a low tone: "Say, why did you kill my Liang'er, who instructed you to do this." ”

Zhao Jingfeng put away his sword and retreated, standing opposite to the Flying Tiger ten zhang apart, and sneered: "No one instructed me to do this, it was your son who took the initiative to provoke me, if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself, and taught a gentleman disciple who doesn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth, and only knows how to cause trouble everywhere." ”

The Flying Tiger's fierce gaze stared at Zhao Jingfeng tightly for a while, and then asked again: "Is there really no one who instructed you to do that?" At this time, you don't have to carry the black pot for others, if you tell me the truth, I may let you die happily." ”

"I've already said that, believe it or not. Zhao Jingfeng said.

Seeing that Zhao Jingfeng didn't look like he was lying, the Flying Tiger couldn't help but believe a little in his heart, sighed, and said, "It seems that everything is my fault, I was too indulgent Liang'er, and Liang'er was killed by me." The Flying Tiger's tone was full of regret and deep grief.

At this time, in the distance, more than a dozen figures rushed towards here. Seeing the dozen or so people behind the Flying Tiger, Zhao Jingfeng's face changed slightly, a Flying Tiger is not something he can deal with, if he adds more than a dozen masters of the martial spirit rank, I am afraid that he will really be more than auspicious today.

Zhao Jingfeng glared at the ground with his right foot, and suddenly, a large piece of dirt fluttered up, Zhao Jingfeng withdrew Yan Xi's sword, and all the spiritual power in his body gathered on his palms, and then shot forward, and suddenly, the large piece of soil in front of him instantly turned into powder and floated towards the Flying Tiger, drowning the Flying Tiger in an instant.

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Jingfeng did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately unfolded his body and continued to run towards the Desolate Demon Mountain Range.

Shrouded in loess, the Flying Tiger's vision was greatly affected, and he couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly, in order to prevent Zhao Jingfeng from making a sudden attack from the front, the Flying Tiger's figure immediately retreated, and he withdrew from the covered area of the loess with a dodge, but when he saw Zhao Jingfeng who was fleeing into the distance, he was suddenly furious and said angrily: "You can't escape." Before the words fell, the Flying Tiger chased after Zhao Jingfeng. However, after such a delay, the distance between Zhao Jingfeng and the Flying Tiger had been stretched to a few hundred meters away.

At this time, Zhao Jingfeng couldn't care about using the Immortal Dew Aura to heal his injuries, he now had to rush to the Desolate Demon Mountain Range as fast as possible, and then use the complex terrain of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range to escape the pursuit of the Flying Tiger.

Cili City was about to enter twenty kilometers away from the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, and under Zhao Jingfeng's almost desperate rush, he quickly traveled a distance of twenty kilometers and came to a forest on the outskirts of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range.

The Flying Tiger in the rear chase seemed to have guessed Zhao Jingfeng's plan, hesitated slightly, and then showed a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, the wide big sword appeared in his hand again, and the rich earthy yellow light instantly wrapped the big sword, and the Flying Tiger raised the big sword, burst into a loud shout, and swung it down with all his strength to split Huashan......

A spiritual qi that was two meters wide and completely formed by the earth's spiritual power turned into a crescent moon shape, striking towards Zhao Feng at an extremely fast speed.

Ahead, Zhao Jingfeng noticed the violent aura fluctuations coming from behind him, and he didn't have time to observe it at all, and his running figure immediately changed and shifted to the side.

The crescent-shaped aura almost brushed Zhao Jingfeng's body, and this time, Zhao Jingfeng avoided the risk and danger.

"Boom!"

When the crescent-shaped aura bombarded a boulder in front of it, a loud bang suddenly erupted, and as the aftermath of the strong aura collapsed in all directions, the boulder that was almost two people high, three meters wide, and one meter thick had turned into countless rubbles and flew everywhere. And Zhao Jingfeng happened to be affected.

Zhao was embarrassed to dodge the gravel that flew everywhere, but he was still hit all over his body by the flying gravel, and there were even some sharp gravel that had already shot into his flesh.

After this change, Zhao Jingfeng's speed of progress was hindered to a certain extent.

"Boy, die!" At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came, and I saw that the Flying Tiger had already come behind Zhao Jingfeng, and the wide sword was slashing with a thick earthy yellow spiritual power.

Yan Xi Sword instantly appeared in Zhao Jingfeng's hand, and the next moment, a strong and sharp sword light suddenly emanated from Yan Xi's sword, and immediately, the Yan Xi Sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand voluntarily detached from the palm, turning into a devastating silver-white light, and rushed towards the giant axe at an incredibly fast speed.

"Ding!"

Yan Xi's sword and the slashed giant axe collided fiercely together on the top of Zhao Jingfeng's head, making a crisp sound, after a blow, whether it was the strong sword qi emitted from Yan Xi's sword, or the earthy yellow light wrapped around the giant axe, it was a burst of dimness, and the two magic weapons collided together, resulting in the aftermath of the strong aura, stirring up a piece of flying sand and rocks around, and Zhao Jingfeng was also constantly retreating from the impact of the footsteps.

Yan Xijian was hit by a strong anti-shock force and drifted into the distance, but just when Yan Xijian had just flown less than ten meters away, suddenly, the entire sword body shook suddenly, and suddenly stopped in the air, and then, the strong and sharp sword qi emerged again.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, Yan Xijian seemed to be incarnated into a spiritual divine sword, with the slightest sound of breaking the air, and without anyone controlling it, he actually shot towards the Flying Tiger again.

Seeing that Yan Xi's sword was about to stab the Flying Tiger's throat, between the lightning and flint, the Flying Tiger's neck twisted, and he actually dodged the past by a millimeter, Rao is so, the sharp sword light that emanates from Yan Xi's sword still leaves a shallow trace on the side of his neck.

Zhao Jingfeng secretly screamed in his heart that it was a pity, such a good opportunity was actually dodged by the Flying Tiger, but he was not half discouraged in his heart, and continued to attack the Flying Tiger with the god control Yan Xi Sword.

Looking at the Yan Xi Sword that was actually flying around automatically in mid-air, the Flying Tiger's eyes showed a look of surprise and disbelief.

"What's going on, how can the Natal Soul Treasure fly alone in mid-air without anyone controlling it, and the speed is incredible. The Flying Tiger secretly exclaimed in his heart, the scene in front of him made him unable to figure it out, it was beyond the scope of his cognition.

At this time, Yan Xijian, under the control of Zhao Jingfeng, turned into a silver-white lightning bolt and shot towards the Flying Tiger.

The Flying Tiger shouted, a rich earthy yellow light emerged from his body, and the earth spiritual power instantly condensed into a blurred layer of armor on the surface of his body, and then the Flying Tiger raised his big sword and slashed towards the Yan Xi Sword with strong spiritual power.

Zhao Jingfeng's mind moved, and Yan Xijian, who was flying rapidly in mid-air, avoided the attack of the Flying Tiger and bypassed from the side. Zhao Jingfeng's current strength is too much different from the Flying Tiger, even if the "Spiritual Sense Swordsmanship" magnifies his attack many times, he still can't meet the Flying Tiger head-on.

The Flying Tiger, a big sword containing powerful spiritual power, slammed into the ground fiercely.

"Boom!" With a roar, the soft soil on the ground was directly blasted out of a one-meter-deep crater.

And Yan Xijian turned around in mid-air, adjusted the direction, and actually shot towards the Flying Tiger again, and finally before the Flying Tiger could turn around, Yan Xijian's sharp sword tip was directly stabbed on the burly body of the Flying Tiger, and the strong sword qi full of sharpness was stalemate with the layer of earthy yellow armor on the surface of the Flying Tiger's body, and this layer of armor completely condensed by the earth's spiritual power was finally overwhelmed, and Yan Xijian poked a hole, and the tip of the sword smoothly pierced into the body of the Flying Tiger.

Just when Yan Xijian pierced into the body of the Flying Tiger, he was blocked by the surging spiritual power in the Flying Tiger's body, and then, he was slowly forced out by the surging earth spiritual power in the Flying Tiger's body that belonged to the Martial King.

Zhao Jingfeng frowned slightly, the Flying Tiger was even more difficult than he imagined, he didn't expect such a good opportunity, he couldn't kill the Flying Tiger, it seems that with his current strength, even with the help of the magic power of "Spiritual Sense Swordsmanship", he can only temporarily drag the Flying Tiger, lucky, he can still give a certain amount of damage while he is not paying attention, but if he wants to kill the Flying Tiger, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Moreover, the use of "Spiritual Sense Sword Technique" consumes his spiritual sense very much, and he definitely can't hold on for too long.

After thinking about it quickly in his heart, Zhao Jingfeng immediately made a decision, and then in the middle of his thoughts, Yan Xijian turned into a silver-white light and returned to his hands and quietly disappeared, and Zhao Jingfeng did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately pulsed towards the Desolate Demon Mountain.

The top priority is to escape from a safe place and then make plans, as for the Flying Tiger, it is difficult for Zhao Jingfeng to protect himself in his hands, let alone kill him, only when his strength is enough in the future, he will take revenge.

The Flying Tiger looked at Zhao Jingfeng who fled with a gloomy face, and then the earth spiritual power that covered his whole body was slowly absorbed into his body, and there were already many small wounds on his back, and the blood flowing from the wounds stained his clothes red.

"Head of the house!"

"Head of the house!"

At this time, more than a dozen people from the Flying Flying Family in the rear also caught up, and they all stood behind the Flying Tiger, looking at the small wound on the Flying Tiger's back with surprise and disbelief.

"Chase, we must not let him escape!" said the Flying Tiger in a deep voice, and then led more than a dozen martial spirit level masters to chase after him.

Zhao Jingfeng has entered the woods on the periphery of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, and is running fast in the dense forest, but his current speed is a little slower than before, even his breathing has become heavy and short, his face has become pale, and several wounds on his body are constantly bleeding blood, and the few gravels that shot into his flesh, as Zhao Jingfeng's violently moving body continues to rub against the flesh, the pain of drilling the heart enters the heart, tormenting Zhao Jingfeng's nerves all the time, and now he has no time to deal with the injuries on his body, and he can't even be distracted to control the Immortal Dew Aura to heal himself with all his strength。

Zhao Jingfeng ran to a big tree and stopped to take a few breaths violently, looked back at the Flying Tigers who were chasing after him, and then immediately distinguished the direction, and ran towards the Desolate Demon Mountain Range again.

On the way, Zhao Jingfeng constantly changed his position under the cover of trees and weeds, which brought great trouble to the Flying Tigers who were chasing behind, and it was not as easy to hunt down a person in the forest as it was outside.

Unconsciously, this chase lasted for half a day, and it was already noon, and the thick clouds in the sky were pressed low, completely blocking the scorching sun in the sky, and the real world was gray.

The Flying Tigers and his party followed the trails left by Zhao Jingfeng along the way to the outer area of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, and finally lost Zhao Jingfeng's traces.