readx;? Zhao Jingfeng was able to deal with a middle-aged man whose strength had reached the intermediate level martial spirit for so long with the strength of a new martial artist, not only by his superb swordsmanship, but also by the fact that his combat experience that had been tempered for a hundred battles could not be ignored. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If it were a different person with the same strength as Zhao Jingfeng, it would be difficult to say whether he could save his life in ten rounds under the fierce attack of the middle-aged man like a storm.

After all, the difference in strength between martial artists and martial spirits is too great, and there are two stages of gap in between.

As the pale cyan light pierced the sky again, when the Yan Xi Sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand was lightly attached to the rapidly slashed Qinglong Yanyue Knife, there was finally no strength left to unload the terrifying power on the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, Yan Xi Sword was directly returned by the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, and finally under the pressure of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, Yan Xijian returned the same way without Zhao Jingfeng's control, and finally the sword body bombarded Zhao Jingfeng's chest.

Zhao Jingfeng's body was directly hit upside down, and he flew for a distance of more than ten meters before falling to the ground in embarrassment, and a mouthful of hot blood surged up from his throat uncontrollably, and finally sprayed out directly from his mouth, marking the sky full of blood mist.

"Boy, now I see if you have any ability to escape from my palm, so go back with me obediently!" The middle-aged man sneered, and then did not give Zhao Jingfeng the slightest time to breathe, his body shook, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to Zhao Jingfeng's body, stretched out a pair of big hands and grabbed Zhao Jingfeng's neck.

His eyes coldly looked at the middle-aged man's palm that was approaching quickly, and his sharp gaze flashed from Zhao Jingfeng's eyes, but he secretly sighed in his heart: "Alas, it seems that there is only one last move." ”

The last move is Zhao Jingfeng's life-saving stunt, and it is also the only life-saving means for him to break through the Soul Treasure Star alone - "Sword of Spiritual Knowledge".

"The Sword of Spiritual Sense" is a stunt that Zhao Jingfeng could only comprehend in his previous life after the battle between Lingyuan Star and the Pegasus Hall Master, and when he was about to die, he achieved a breakthrough in strength.

However, just as Zhao Jingfeng was about to use his final trick "Sword of Spiritual Sense" to deal with the predicament in front of him, suddenly, a fiery red giant sword swept across the air and slashed straight towards the middle-aged man's arm that grabbed Zhao Jingfeng.

The corner of his eye slightly glanced at the fiery red giant sword that looked like his arm, the middle-aged man's eyes showed a trace of disdain, and with a light snort, the arm that grabbed Zhao Jingfeng suddenly stopped, and then the light cyan light on the palm of his hand soared away, directly enveloping the middle-aged man's palm completely, and then, the middle-aged man's palm wrapped in light cyan wind spiritual power swung directly towards the fiery red giant sword that was chopped, and finally grasped the fiery red giant sword in his hand steadily.

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Jingfeng endured the serious injuries on his body and got up from the ground, his eyes subconsciously looked at the person who rescued him, and when he was about to thank him, his eyes suddenly froze.

I saw that the owner of the fiery red giant sword was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, the young man had an ordinary appearance, and belonged to the type that grabbed a lot of people in the crowd, but he was no stranger to this young man Zhao Jingfeng, it was the loose cultivator who talked to him very much along the way - Mu Qing.

The middle-aged man looked at Mu Qing, who was holding the fiery red giant sword, with a sneer on his face, and sneered: "I can't do it." ”

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, a strange smile appeared on Mu Qing's face, and he chuckled: "You are only the strength of an intermediate martial spirit, not much stronger than me, and you dare to say such a big thing." As soon as the words fell, I saw that the fiery red giant sword in Mu Qing's hand was full of red light, and the fiery red light exuded a scorching high temperature, in this dark night, it seemed so obvious that the surrounding darkness was dispelled a lot, as the fiery red light became stronger and stronger, the temperature emitted was also constantly rising, but in a few breaths, the fiery red giant sword was already wrapped in a dazzling fiery red light, and the light kept beating, looking like a flame.

Feeling the increasing heat in his hand and the increasingly surging spiritual power on the giant sword, the middle-aged man couldn't help frowning, and then the palm that grabbed the giant sword suddenly released, and at the same time slapped the sword fiercely.

"Bump!"

Attacked by the middle-aged man's palm containing powerful power, the fiery red giant sword in Mu Qing's hand was directly slapped aside, but Mu Qing also had some combat experience, and with the power of the giant sword, he actually turned around, driving the giant sword to circle in the air, and slashed towards the middle-aged man again.

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, the Qinglong Glaive Knife in his hand flashed with a pale cyan light, and then directly swung the Qinglong Glaive Knife, wrapped in a breeze, and met the slashed fiery red giant sword at an extremely fast speed.

"Bell!"

Mu Qing's fiery red giant sword and the middle-aged man's Qinglong Glaive collided together, making a loud resonant sound, the two natal soul treasures were separated with a touch, Mu Qing's footsteps staggered back more than ten steps, and on the other hand, the middle-aged man's feet seemed to be deeply rooted in the ground, standing as steady as Mount Tai, and his body did not even shake in the slightest.

Which is stronger and which is weak, you can see it at a glance.

Zhao Jingfeng, who was standing on the side, saw this scene, and knew in his heart that Mu Qing's strength was weaker than that of the middle-aged man, but it was definitely stronger than himself, according to his estimate, Mu Qing's strength should be between the intermediate and senior level of the martial artist, despite this, it was still not the opponent of the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man's wind spirit power was good at speed, and in terms of attack power, it was far inferior to Mu Qing's fire spirit power, after all, the fire spirit power was recognized as the most powerful force in addition to the two relatively rare spirit roots of yin and yang.

And the middle-aged man can completely overpower Mu Qing who has mastered the fire spirit power in a head-to-head battle with the wind spiritual power, if the middle-aged man gives full play to the strength of the wind spirit power and fights with Mu Qing with speed, Zhao Jingfeng is sure that Mu Qing will definitely not last long in the hands of the middle-aged man.

If he and Mu Qing teamed up to fight against the middle-aged man, Zhao Jingfeng was confident that the two of them would be able to drag the middle-aged man back.

But it's a pity that Zhao Jingfeng has been hit hard by middle-aged men several times, and now he is seriously injured, and his internal organs have been very seriously damaged.

With a blow that retreated Mu Qing, a solemn killing intent flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, not giving Mu Qing time to adjust, and then the cyan light on the Qinglong Yanyue Knife soared, leaving an illusory shadow on his body in place, and instantly appeared in front of Mu Qing's body, and directly slashed towards Mu Qing's head with a knife, and the speed was extremely fast.

For Mu Qing, the middle-aged man didn't spare his hand at all, and as soon as he came up, he directly killed him, wanting to kill him, after all, there was nothing on Mu Qing that made him feel excited.

The expression on Mu Qing's face became solemn, and then he suddenly let out a loud shout, and the giant sword in his hand became red in an instant, and an even hotter heat emanated from the giant sword, and at the same time, a raging flame suddenly appeared, directly enveloping the giant sword completely, and then swung the giant sword, heading towards the slashed Qinglong Yanyue Knife.

As soon as Mu Qing's giant sword was swung, it suddenly slashed into three fire snakes, two of which were facing the Qinglong Glaive with monstrous flames, while the last fire snake rushed towards the middle-aged man's face.

"Boom!"

The Qinglong Glaive Knife collided with the two fire snakes, and suddenly made a loud noise, and the two fire snakes burning with monstrous flames were directly split by the Qinglong Glaive Knife, and the sparks in the sky splashed everywhere.

After splitting the two fire snakes, the attack of the middle-aged man's Qinglong Yanyue Knife was also forcibly blocked, and the third fire snake was still like a fierce tiger, with the scorching heat and the raging flames heading straight for the middle-aged man's face.

Just as the third fire snake approached the middle-aged man's face, the middle-aged man's right hand holding the Qinglong Glaive suddenly released, and the powerful wind spirit power gathered in an instant, and then slapped towards the fire snake with one palm.

When the palm of the hand collided with the fire snake, there was a loud explosion, and the fire snake was scattered by the middle-aged man's palm, and it was once again divided into sparks in the sky and splashed around, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

After breaking up the fire snake with one palm, the middle-aged man did not continue to attack, his eyes were full of surprise and stared at Mu Qing who was standing opposite, and exclaimed: "What kind of exercise is this, so powerful?" No one noticed that the middle-aged man's drooping right palm had become extremely red at the moment, and in terms of volume, it was also larger than before.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhao Jingfeng also cast a surprised look at Mu Qing, Zhao Jingfeng is no stranger to the exercises, but he is very clear in his heart, with his eyes, he can see at a glance that Mu Qing is definitely the best choice whether it is the exercises he uses or the exercises he cultivates, because ordinary exercises or cultivation exercises are not enough for Mu Qing to evolve into a tangible flame with the strength of a martial artist.

Mu Qing smiled coldly and said, "You still have a little knowledge!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and there was a hint of greed in his gaze at Mu Qing, high-level exercises are very valuable in the Soul Treasure Star, unless they are born in those children of great families who have been inherited for decades or even hundreds of years and those who are famous for the Soul Treasure Star, otherwise, it is very difficult for ordinary martial artists to have high-level exercises, although there are also some people who have obtained some left by their predecessors by chance, but the examples of such things happening in the Soul Treasure Star are very rare, without deep chance and super high luck, it is simply not to think about it。

Although the middle-aged man already has the strength of an intermediate martial spirit, and he is also a not weak master in the bandit cottage, he still has not mastered even a high-level exercise, and he has coveted the high-level exercise for a long time, but unfortunately, with his strength and status, he is not qualified to obtain high-level exercises at all.

The middle-aged man moved his lowered right palm slightly, feeling the hot pain coming from the palm, he couldn't help but not have the slightest anger in his heart, but became excited, with his knowledge, he could tell at a glance that this exercise performed by Mu Qing was a high-level exercise that was not weak, although the exercise was the root of the fire spirit, and it was not necessarily suitable for him to use when cultivating wind spiritual power, but this did not hinder the middle-aged man's eagerness to get this exercise, because the exercise was too precious in the Soul Treasure Star, and the more advanced the exercise, the more expensive it was。

"Haha, it seems that even God is attached to me today, boy, I want all your things. The middle-aged man laughed, with indescribable excitement in his tone, as if in his heart, Zhao Jingfeng's secret method of exerting speed and the technique in Mu Qing's hand were all in his pocket.

"Hubris! You think too highly of yourself. Mu Qing sneered, and made the first move, the fiery red giant sword in his hand pierced the dark night sky with the blazing flames, and stabbed towards the middle-aged man's chest. However, this coercion is very weak, so weak that people can hardly feel it.

However, for Zhao Jingfeng, whose spiritual sense was already very powerful, this faint coercion was still clearly captured by him, and when he felt the source of this faint coercion, the look of surprise in his eyes became a little stronger.

Seeing the fiery red giant sword rushing towards him with a powerful might, a sneer appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he said, "Boy, although you have the exercises, your strength is still too weak after all. As soon as the words fell, just as the fiery red giant sword was about to touch the clothes on the middle-aged man's chest, the middle-aged man's figure suddenly disappeared like a ghost, making Mu Qing's giant sword swoop.

Seeing the middle-aged man disappear in front of his eyes, Mu Qing's face sank slightly, however, at this moment, a piercing scream came from behind, Mu Qing didn't think about it, the giant sword in his hand immediately turned into three fire snakes and swung back, in mid-air, the three fire snakes actually strangely fused into one, forming a fire snake that was even larger in size.

"Bell!"

With a steely sound, a large area of fire splashed out of the place where the two were fighting, directly submerging the bodies of the two, and then a circle of fiery red ripples centered on the place where the two were fighting, quickly spreading to the surrounding area for more than ten meters.

When this fiery red ripple swept across Zhao Jingfeng's body, the high temperature contained in it that still did not dissipate burned the coarse cloth clothes on Zhao Jingfeng's body a little black, if it weren't for the fact that Zhao Jingfeng's clothes were already stained with blood at the moment, so that his clothes kept a trace of moisture, I am afraid that his current clothes would have been burning.

In that large area of firelight, Mu Qing and the middle-aged man both retreated a little messily, and both of them looked a little embarrassed.