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Hearing these words, Zhao Jingfeng sighed secretly in his heart, he knew that there was no room for turning back at present, unless he handed over the killing technique, otherwise, this old man with the strength of the Martial Emperor would not let himself go no matter what, for the sake of today, he had to fight to the death, only in this way would there be a chance to escape.

And Zhao Jingfeng also knew in his heart that even if the old man in front of him wanted to kill himself, but before he got the art of killing, he probably wouldn't dare to really kill himself, and what made Zhao Jingfeng feel even more helpless was that he didn't have the art of killing at all, only a kind of cultivation method of "Eight Heavenly Dragon Palms" that was mistaken by others as the art of killing.

Now that the decision has been made, Zhao Jingfeng no longer hesitates, his feet suddenly glared at the ground, and his body quickly retreated backwards.

Noticing Zhao Jingfeng's movements, the old man showed a sneer of disdain on his face, and then his body shot towards Zhao Jingfeng like a phantom, and a pair of big hands grabbed Zhao Jingfeng's neck like lightning.

Yan Xi's sword appeared in Zhao Jingfeng's right hand in an instant, facing a martial emperor, Zhao Jingfeng did not dare to have the slightest reservation at this moment, and directly played the biggest life-saving hole card - "Spiritual Sense Swordsmanship" as soon as he came up.

Yan Xi's sword turned into a silver-white lightning, accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking the air, and stabbed towards the old man like lightning.

"Hmph, the old man is not as easy to deal with as those martial kings. Looking at the oncoming Yan Xi Sword, a trace of disdain appeared on the old man's face, and the trajectory of the palm that grabbed Zhao Jingfeng's neck changed, and he slapped towards Yan Xi Sword with surging light blue spiritual power.

"Smack!"

The old man's palm slapped Yan Xijian, and Yan Xijian was slapped by this palm without any resistance, and flew to the side for a distance of more than ten meters.

At the same time, the old man's face changed slightly, and his eyes looked at his palm with surprise, only to see that his palm that slapped on Yan Xi's sword was already covered with faint blood marks.

Looking at these wounds on his palm, the old man lost his mind slightly, his face was full of disbelief, and then he took a deep breath, looked at Zhao Jingfeng with a somewhat complicated gaze, and was just about to speak, at this time, Yan Xijian, who had just been slapped by the old man more than ten meters away with a palm, turned into a bolt of lightning again, and shot towards the old man quickly.

The old man's face changed slightly, his body shook slightly, and he instantly moved away to a distance of three meters, and Yan Xi's sword finally pierced his afterimage and slashed through.

However, Yan Xijian's speed was very fast, and just as the old man had just dodged, Yan Xijian immediately circled around the air and turned back, stabbing towards the old man again.

The old man's eyes were cold, and as the surging light blue spiritual power on his palm surged, it condensed into a light blue hammer in an instant.

The hammer was not large, about the size of an adult's head, and it was covered with barbs that shimmered blue, and the handle was two feet long, with some strange patterns.

The old man swung the hammer with one hand and smashed it towards Yan Xijian.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound of steel colliding, the hammer seemed to smash on Yan Xi's sword with a huge force, smashing Yan Xi's sword far away.

At the same time, an inaudible muffled snort came from Zhao Jingfeng's throat, and his already pale face became as white as paper, without a trace of blood.

"Zhao Yun, let me ask you one last sentence, whether you hand over the killing technique or not, the next time you make a move, I won't show mercy. His eyes were a little gloomy staring at Zhao Jingfeng, and the old man said in a deep voice.

In fact, the old man himself couldn't be sure that the killing technique was not on Zhao Jingfeng, so he really didn't dare to kill Zhao Jingfeng for a while, because he also knew in his heart that as long as Zhao Jingfeng was still alive, even if he didn't hand over the killing technique, he could completely capture the other party back, and there was a way to get the news they wanted from his mouth, and once he killed someone, then he was very likely to get nothing.

Zhao Jingfeng stared at the old man with a little cold eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Houtu family, I remember, I don't know if you dare to tell me your name." ”

Hearing this, the old man showed a look of disdain on his face, and said: "Why, you still want to take revenge, hmph, with the strength that you don't have enough to be a martial king, you want to seek revenge on our Houtu family, it's just a fool's dream, since you want to know my name, it doesn't hurt to tell you, remember, the old man's name is - Houtu Lion." ”

"Thick Earth Lion, I remember. Zhao said with hatred, and as soon as the words fell, Yan Xijian flew from afar here, and continued to shoot towards the old man.

Seeing that Zhao Jingfeng did not mean to hand over the killing technique, a trace of fierceness flashed in the old man's eyes, and he finally lost the last bit of patience in his heart, and the iron hammer in his hand suddenly burst out with a light blue surging spiritual power, bringing a screaming sound of breaking the air towards Yan Xijian.

Just when Yan Xijian was about to collide with the hammer, Yan Xijian's forward trajectory turned out to be an incredible bend, like an incomparably flexible poisonous snake, avoiding the old man's hammer and stabbing towards his throat.

At the same time, Zhao Jingfeng's feet also glared at the ground, and his whole body was like a cannonball, quickly fleeing into the distance.

"Hmph! The old man snorted coldly, and the hammer in his hand immediately changed the angle of attack, and smashed it with Yan Xijian, and his whole body also moved a distance of half a meter with the pace of his feet, just avoiding Yan Xijian's attack.

And in the blink of an eye, Zhao Jingfeng had already fled fifty meters away, and then under the control of his god, Yan Xi's sword turned into a silver-white light and flew back into his hand in an instant.

Looking at Zhao Jingfeng, who had fled fifty meters away, a trace of murder finally appeared in the old man's eyes, a mere martial spirit, in front of him, the Martial Emperor, was as fragile as an ant, and he didn't put it in his eyes at all, and now, in his eyes, Zhao Jingfeng, who had only been an ant, escaped in his hands, which was simply a shame for him.

"Catch you, I'm going to make your life worse than death. The old man chased after him with a gloomy face.

The speed of the Martial Emperor was undoubtedly much faster than that of Zhao Jingfeng, and in just fifty meters, in just two breaths, he was forced into a distance of twenty meters.

At this time, the Yan Xi Sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand turned into a bolt of lightning again, and stabbed towards the old man behind him at an extremely fast speed.

For Zhao Jingfeng's attack, although the old man had the strength of the Martial Emperor, he didn't dare to underestimate it in the slightest, his body shook slightly, and he dodged away. As he dodged, his pace slowed down.

Yan Xijian immediately turned around in mid-air and stabbed at the old man from behind.

The old man's eyes showed a trace of annoyance, and the iron hammer in his hand carried a powerful spiritual power, almost smashing towards the rear with all his strength, as if he was about to smash Yan Xi's sword to pieces with one blow.

Yan Xijian made a deft turn, once again bypassing the old man's attack.

"Boom!"

The old man's blow was too strong to cause him to retract the iron mouth freely, and finally the iron hammer smashed the ground, and the powerful spiritual power contained in it exploded, directly blasting the ground out of a large pit that would be two meters deep.

Zhao Jingfeng withdrew Yan Xi's sword and continued to run wildly into the distance with all his might.

Subsequently, this scene kept repeating, Zhao Jingfeng ran with all his strength in front, but he controlled Yan Xijian to harass the old man from a distance, so that he couldn't catch up with him at all.

This chase lasted for about an hour, and when Zhao was frightened and ran up a high mountain, he finally had to stop, because he had already come to a cliff.

And after this hour of running wildly, coupled with the continuous harassment of the old man with the god to control Yan Xijian along the way, Zhao Jingfeng was almost exhausted, if it weren't for his strong willpower to support himself, he would probably have fallen long ago. After all, the consumption of the gods of "Spiritual Sense Swordsmanship" is too great.

Now, Zhao Jingfeng's clothes have been completely stained red by the blood flowing from the few wounds on his body, because the consumption of spiritual consciousness is too serious, so that Zhao Jingfeng's head is groggy, like an ordinary person who has not slept for a few days and nights, and he can't wait to fall down and sleep now.

"Oh no, this is actually a cliff!" Holding on to his body to prevent himself from falling, Zhao Jingfeng looked at the bottomless cliff in front of him, his heart suddenly sank, and his eyes finally showed a look of despair.

He is not afraid of death, but he is very unwilling to die like this, and on this soul treasure star, he also has the mother who loves him the most, as well as the relatives who once cared about him.

"Bastard, you give me death!"

At this time, a loud shout containing sky-high anger came from the rear, and I saw that the old man with the strength of the Martial Emperor quickly came behind Zhao Jingfeng, and the hammer in his hand hit Zhao Jingfeng's back fiercely.

"Bump!"

Zhao Jingfeng was exhausted, and he had no strength to dodge the old man's blow at all, and was finally smashed forward by the old man and fell into the cliff.

Looking at Zhao Jingfeng who disappeared in his eyes, the old man's face changed slightly, just now he was carried away by anger, and he didn't see the terrain here at all, so it wasn't until this moment that he suddenly found that there was a bottomless cliff in front of him.

"It's a cliff here, I, I'm going to beat him to the bottom of the cliff, it's over, I... My Killing Technique ......" Seeing the terrain in front of him, the old man suddenly felt remorse.

When Zhao Jingfeng slowly opened his heavy eyelids, the blurred scene in front of him gradually became clear, and the first thing that caught his eye was the roof made of pieces of earthy tiles, and some cracks in the roof were covered with cobwebs, and several spiders crawled around on them, enjoying the food trapped in the cobwebs.

Zhao Jingfeng's eyes almost moved around meaninglessly, and then the surrounding scene also appeared clearly in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes, only to see that this was a small house, and the light in the house was slightly dim, but he could still clearly see the furnishings in the house.

The furnishings of the house were very rudimentary, except for a few wooden cabinets and a few small stools that were old at a glance. The floor, on the other hand, is not entirely made of marble, but is made up of a dry and hard piece of earth.

"What kind of place is this!" Looking at the surrounding scene, Zhao Jingfeng's somewhat tired expression revealed a trace of doubt, and then the somewhat drowsy brain ached slightly, and the previous memories emerged from the depths of his mind like a tide, forming a picture replayed in Zhao Jingfeng's mind.

Zhao Jingfeng vaguely remembered that after he was hammered off the cliff by the old man with the strength of the Martial Emperor, he seemed to have fallen into the water, and then he fell unconscious, and he was completely unaware of what happened later.

"I'm not dead, it looks like I was saved. Zhao Jingfeng quickly figured out the situation in front of him, and there was a small excitement in his heart at the moment, in that case, he thought that he was going to die, but he didn't expect that after he fell off the cliff, he didn't die.

"The Houtu family, and those people who besieged me in Daze City, I, Zhao Jingfeng, will definitely not let you go. When Zhao Jingfeng recalled the previous scene in his mind, his eyes showed hatred and anger, and his fists were clenched tightly, and he had already memorized the names of the more than ten forces.

Just when Zhao Jingfeng's body was tense, a heart-piercing pain came from his back, and Zhao Jingfeng, who was in pain at the moment, let out a low muffled snort uncontrollably in his throat, and his face was slightly pale.

After a while, when the pain passed, Zhao Jingfeng took a deep breath, just lay on the bed and twisted his head to look at himself, and found that he had now changed into a linen clothes, and he could clearly feel that the injured parts of his body had been bandaged.

However, when Zhao Jingfeng's gaze fell on his waist, his face changed suddenly, and his storage belt was gone.

"Where's my storage belt?" Zhao Jingfeng's eyes finally showed a trace of panic, all his belongings, as well as the inheritance treasure of the Du family given to him by his mother Du Qiuniang and the storage ring given to him by his father, as well as the red gold ingots that he had obtained from various sources through his efforts, were all in his storage belt, and now that the storage belt was lost, it would be his life.

Moreover, there were also a large number of fourth-order demon pills and two fifth-order demon pills in the storage belt, which were all indispensable and important things for Zhao Jingfeng's cultivation!