readx;? Wei Meng tightened the giant big sword in his hand, looked at the weedy jungle around him with a pair of vigilant eyes, and said: "Although I have killed a lot of beasts before, but I have never killed a first-order desolate demon, it is a powerful desolate demon whose strength has reached the martial artist stage, even a martial artist with a natal soul treasure may not be able to kill it, I don't know if we can kill it when we encounter a first-order desolate demon, after all, those desolate demons will escape, and we will definitely not be able to catch up with it in this place." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhao Jingfeng chuckled lightly and said, "Wei Meng, are you so unconfident in your own strength?"

Wei Meng's face turned slightly red, he reached out and scratched his head, and said honestly: "No, I am very confident in my strength, my master said that with my current strength, I am enough to defeat ordinary martial artists, but I have never killed a first-order desolate demon, and I haven't even seen it......"

As soon as Wei Meng said this, Zhao Jingfeng's face turned slightly straight, and then he immediately stretched out his hand to stop Wei Meng's next words, his eyes flickered, and his eyes looked around.

Noticing Zhao Jingfeng's suddenly serious face, Wei Meng immediately knew that danger was coming, and immediately became cautious as if facing a great enemy, and a pair of tiger eyes slowly swept through the dense weeds around him.

Zhao Jingfeng looked around sharply, but because the weeds around him had become extremely strong after years of production, completely blocking his vision, Zhao Jingfeng couldn't see anything.

Zhao Jingfeng gently held the iron rod in his right hand, slowly closed his eyes, his ears were trembling slightly, and he listened carefully to the movements around him.

After a few breaths, Zhao Jingfeng's closed eyes suddenly opened, and suddenly, two sharp gazes flashed away, and then, Zhao Jingfeng stepped out, and the rusty iron rod in his right hand brought a brownish yellow light in the air, and suddenly stabbed out at a speed as fast as lightning.

At the same time, a green branch suddenly bounced up from the weeds and shot towards Zhao Jingfeng at an extremely fast speed.

In mid-air, Zhao Jingfeng's iron rod collided with the body of the green branch, and the branch was suddenly blocked, pausing slightly in the air, and the tip of the iron rod had already pierced into the body of the branch.

At this time, I suddenly discovered that this branch was actually a green poisonous snake, the thickness of an adult's arm, and at this moment, the body that fell outside alone was two meters long.

At this moment, a gale whistled through Zhao Fengfeng's ears, and he saw Wei Meng wielding a giant sword and slashing towards the cyan poisonous snake with a piercing sound of breaking through the sky.

The giant axe slashed at the viper's body, and the powerful force directly knocked it away from the distance, flying a distance of nearly ten meters before falling to the ground with a slight sound. But now, because there are too many weeds here, let alone ten meters, even if it is five meters away, it is difficult for them to see clearly.

"Chase it, don't let it hide. Zhao Jingfeng understood his situation very well, as soon as the words came out, he dodged and quickly chased after the place where the poisonous snake flew, in this environment, if the poisonous snake was carefully hidden, it would cause a lot of trouble for the two of them, after all, here every time they took a step forward, their bodies would be rubbed with countless weeds, and the things under their feet were also difficult to see, it was really troublesome to guard against a prepared poisonous snake.

Wei Meng did not hesitate at all, and quickly chased after Zhao Jingfeng in the direction where he left, and when Wei Meng caught up with Zhao Jingfeng, he saw that Zhao Jingfeng had stopped, and three meters away, the poisonous snake was holding its head high, a pair of cold eyes were looking at the two of them mercilessly, and the snake in its mouth kept spitting out.

This poisonous snake is already one meter five meters tall just by holding its body high, and there are two wounds on the body that is as thick as an adult's arm, one of which is a deep blood hole left by Zhao Jingfeng, and the other is a long wound left by Wei Meng's big sword, which slashed across its waist from its arm-thick body, and the skin and flesh of the wound flew up, and bright red blood continued to flow down from the wound.

Zhao Jingfeng stared at the poisonous snake with a cautious expression, although the poisonous snake in front of him was a relatively weak species, but after all, it was a first-order desolate demon, and its strength was no weaker than a martial artist who had condensed the natal soul treasure.

Wei Meng also looked at the poisonous snake with a serious face, his hands were bruised, and he tightly pinched the giant plate axe in his hand, and he could exert all his strength at any time.

After the two sides stalemate for a moment, Zhao Jingfeng finally moved, the short distance of three meters could almost be ignored in his eyes, only to see Zhao Jingfeng's body swaying slightly, he had already crossed a distance of two meters, and instantly came to the front of the poisonous snake, and the iron rod in his hand with a piercing sound of breaking the air quickly stabbed out at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, pointing directly at the seven inches of the poisonous snake.

The serpent let out a hoarse roar, and its body was very nimble and slightly offset, dodging the fatal blow, but despite this, the rusty iron rod still pierced deep into its body, piercing it, and the tip broke through the other side of its body.

"Si!" the sharp pain caused the cyan viper to let out a hoarse roar, its mouth wide open.

"Hey!" Wei Meng's speed was not slow, and he swung the giant axe with all his strength with both hands, and slashed the head of the poisonous snake with all his strength.

Wei Meng's big sword swept directly over the head of the poisonous snake, and a fist-sized snake head flew high, splashing the sky with a rain of blood, and the broken part of the cyan body, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the weeds around it were dyed blood red in an instant.

Looking at the head flying high and the body that was still spraying blood crazily, Wei Meng's face was stunned, killing a first-order desolate demon so easily made him feel incredulous, because this cyan poisonous snake didn't make them spend much effort at all.

Zhao Jingfeng slowly pulled out the iron rod that was still inserted in the body of the poisonous snake, and casually wiped the bright red blood stains remaining on the tip of the iron rod on the weeds around him. In fact, the biggest credit for hunting this first-order desolate demon was Zhao Jingfeng, if it weren't for the fact that his lightning-like sword pierced into the body of the poisonous snake, and pierced it into the spear's huge wound, Wei Meng's big sword would not have been able to cut the head of the poisonous snake so easily.

Wei Meng withdrew his big sword, looked at the body of the poisonous snake that had lost its head and was constantly twisting with a look of disbelief, and muttered, "Zhao Jingfeng, is this really a first-order desolate demon, why is it so weak." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Jingfeng smiled and said, "Actually, it's not that this desolate demon is too weak, but that the two of us are too strong together, and this first-order desolate demon is enough to bring a lot of trouble to some people who have just been promoted to martial arts." ”

Wei Meng smiled, wiped the blood stains on the big sword, directly put the big sword on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "In this way, then we can't easily kill a first-order desolate demon here." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Jingfeng seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but show a happy smile on his face, and said: "Yes, with the strength of the two of us, even if we encounter first-order desolate demons alone, it is enough to kill them, not to mention that we join forces, it can be said that there are almost no desolate demons in this second trial area that can pose a threat to us, after all, the desolate demons here are all free-range in the academy, the purpose is to exercise the students' actual combat ability, there is no way to exist too powerful desolate demons, unless ......" Saying this, Zhao Jingfeng paused, and there was a thoughtful look on his face.

Listening to Zhao Jingfeng's words, Wei Meng's face was full of excitement, and he said, "Unless something ......."

"Unless we encounter hordes of desolate demons, but I just don't know if there will be one. With the words, Zhao Jingfeng's face gradually became serious. With their strength, they won't have any difficulty dealing with a single first-order desolate demon, but if they encounter a group, it won't be necessarily.

Wei Meng frowned, and said uncertainly: "This shouldn't be possible, I have been fighting with wild beasts in the forest for a long time, and I have never encountered a horde of beasts." ”

"This is not necessarily, I read a lot of ancient Taoist books about desolate demons in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and found that there are some types of desolate demons that basically all live in groups, and the sense of unity is very strong, and there are almost no people who act alone. ”

While speaking, Zhao Jingfeng also came to the body of the poisonous snake that had lost its head, and only then did he realize that this poisonous snake was actually six or seven meters long. Then Zhao Jingfeng directly stabbed the poisonous snake seven inches with an iron rod, and took out a blood-stained crystal from it.

On the Martial Arts Continent, there are many types of desolate demons, and their demon pills are also different, some are in the head, some are on the chest, some are in the stomach, and the demon pill of the snake desolate demon is seven inches away from the body, these Zhao Jingfeng have long learned from the ancient books of Taoism.

"Touch!" Wei Meng slashed the giant axe on his shoulder on a big tree beside him, and directly cut off the big tree that was the thickness of a bucket, and howled arrogantly: "If you really encounter a group of desolate demons, my Uncle Wei Meng will definitely let them come and go." ”

Zhao Jingfeng picked up the demon pill taken from the body of the cyan poisonous snake, wiped the blood stains on the weeds, and then threw it directly to Wei Meng, and said: "Okay, stop howling, although there are many desolate demons living in groups on the Martial Arts Continent, but whether we can meet them or not, it is not necessarily, after all, this is not a desolate demon forest." ”

Wei Meng then took the demon pill thrown by Zhao Jingfeng, and said suspiciously: "Why give it to me." ”

Zhao Jingfeng smiled, "This poisonous snake was killed by you, and this demon pill should also belong to you." Seeing that Wei Meng was about to shirk his meaning, Zhao Jingfeng continued: "Don't shirk this demon pill, take it, after all, we still have at least three days, and our harvest during this period must be very rich, and we don't care about this demon pill." ”

"Hehe, okay, I'll take this demon pill first, no matter which of us kills the next desolate demon, the demon pill will be yours." Holding this demon pill with some blood stains left in his hand, Wei Meng's face was full of joy, after all, this was the first time he had hunted the demon pill from the desolate demon.

Subsequently, the two continued on the road, because they knew that Zhao Jingfeng's prediction of danger was very high, so Wei Meng very simply handed over the task of being responsible for the vigilance to Zhao Jingfeng, and he kept slashing with a giant axe, clearing the way forward, although constantly waving such a bulky giant axe was very huge for physical consumption, but for Wei Meng, who had natural divine power, it was like eating a common meal, and it could not constitute the slightest consumption for him, after all, his strength was not only terrifying, but also almost endless, and the situation of exhaustion seemed to be impossible for him to appear on him at all。

Not long after the two of them left, Zhao Jingfeng's ears moved slightly, and his steps stopped very suddenly, and then he immediately reached out and grabbed Wei Meng, who was constantly chopping weeds in front of him, and made a silent gesture.

Wei Meng comprehended, stopped chopping weeds, held the big sword tightly with both hands and came to Zhao Jingfeng's side, standing side by side with Zhao Jingfeng, a pair of tiger eyes shining, looking around vigilantly.

The two of them breathed very slightly, and their expressions were full of vigilance, the difference was that Wei Meng was constantly scanning around with a pair of eyes, while Zhao Jingfeng closed his eyes slightly, trying to feel everything around him with his perception.

Now this place is overgrown with weeds, and it is difficult to see anything with your eyes, even if there is really an unknown danger hidden in it, I am afraid that it is not something you can see with your eyes, so Wei Meng's tiger eyes scanned around for a long time, and found nothing.

Zhao Jingfeng closed his eyes slightly, and a pair of sensitive ears shook from time to time, catching all the sounds around him, and at the same time, Zhao Jingfeng's spirit was also highly concentrated, using his powerful spiritual sense to perceive everything around him.

Zhao Fengfeng's god was highly concentrated, trying to perceive everything around him, and slowly, his spirit gradually entered a special state, although his spiritual sense did not diffuse, but at this moment, his god seemed to establish a subtle connection with the surrounding plants, and it seemed to be integrated, this feeling was very mysterious.

However, when Zhao Jingfeng entered this state, his perception suddenly reached a new height, and finally, a trace of subtle breathing sound came into Zhao Jingfeng's perception, this breath is simply too subtle, even if you stand next to it, it is estimated that it is difficult to sense this breathing sound.

Zhao Jingfeng's closed eyes opened in an instant, and then his body shook, and he had disappeared in place, and quickly shot towards the side, on the way, Zhao Jingfeng's body continued to twist and adjust, dodging the weeds and branches that blocked his path.

In just an instant, Zhao Jingfeng had already crossed a distance of ten meters, and then the iron rod in his hand quickly stabbed out, silently piercing a few leaves along the way, stabbing a few weeds, and stabbing towards a black shadow hidden in the weeds jungle at a lightning speed.