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Zhao Jingfeng showed a sneer on his face, and did not make contact with the middle-aged man, and then his pace changed slightly, and his body bypassed the middle-aged man's giant sword, and rushed towards the group of scattered cultivators behind him who were much weaker.

For Zhao Jingfeng's move, the middle-aged man was obviously wary after suffering a loss before, only to see that the attack angle of the giant sword he slashed into the air suddenly changed, and he actually changed the route with brute force, and then the giant sword followed Zhao Jingfeng's figure all the way past him and continued to sweep towards Zhao Jingfeng.

The speed of the giant sword was not slow, and it came to Zhao Jingfeng's back in the blink of an eye, and finally accompanied by the fierce wind, it slashed through Zhao Jingfeng's waist without any hindrance.

However, the middle-aged man's face did not show the slightest look of joy, his eyes were a little solemn staring at Zhao Jingfeng's gradually dissipating figure, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "Afterimage!"

Avoiding the giant sword that the middle-aged man looked at from behind, Zhao Jingfeng's body flickered in front of those scattered cultivators who had the strength of a martial artist, and the Yan Xi sword in his hand stabbed out one after another at a speed as fast as lightning. At the same time, those scattered cultivators also raised the natal soul treasure in their hands and slashed towards Zhao Jingfeng.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The sound of dense magic weapon collision sounded, and in just a short moment, Zhao Jingfeng had already stabbed out more than ten swords at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and all those scattered cultivators slashed at their natal soul treasures to the side and deviated from the attack angle, and then, Zhao Jingfeng did not hesitate at all, and the Yan Xi sword in his hand exuded a hazy sword light, taking advantage of the fact that those scattered cultivators were trying to control the natal soul treasure in their hands, which had lost control, Yan Xi's sword turned into several silver-white lightning bolts and stabbed out again.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

In just a short moment, Zhao Jingfeng's Yan Xi sword stabbed out three swords, each sword accurately hit the throat of a loose cultivator, and the bodies of the three loose cultivators suddenly froze, and then the blood in the throat flowed out violently, staining their necks red in the blink of an eye, and the body slowly fell.

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking the air mixed with sharp energy stabbed from the side, feeling this sudden sharp energy, Zhao Jingfeng's body immediately rotated, and moved to the side two meters away, however, just when Zhao Jingfeng had not stabilized his body, another fierce wind rushed towards him, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Zhao Jingfeng's face.

Zhao Jingfeng's face remained unchanged, and the Yan Xi sword in his hand immediately crossed in front of him.

"Bell!"

A giant sword slammed into Zhao Jingfeng's Yan Xi sword in front of him, and the terrifying power from the giant sword caused Zhao Jingfeng's body to fly backwards several meters away uncontrollably.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time as Zhao Jingfeng's body flew backwards, a silver-white spear with a length of a foot immediately followed, and it was inserted towards Zhao Jingfeng's heart with a piercing sound of breaking the air.

Feeling the powerful spiritual power contained in the silver-white spear, Zhao Jingfeng's face couldn't help but become a little more serious, and the second person in this group of scattered cultivators with martial spirit strength finally made a move.

Zhao Jingfeng stepped hard, and after stepping on a deep footprint on the ground, he forcibly stopped his constantly retreating figure, and then his right arm shook suddenly, and the two-finger-thick Yan Xi sword stabbed out of the silver-white spear without any fear.

"Ding!"

The tip of Yan Xi's sword and the tip of the spear collided accurately in mid-air, seeing this, a cold light flashed in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes, and then a sharp sword qi burst out from Yan Xi's sword, directly along the silver-white spear towards the young man who was about thirty years old.

Feeling Zhao Jingfeng's intentions, the young man's face showed a sneer of disdain, and then the huge spiritual power that belonged to the martial spirit was like a flood pouring out of his body, rushing towards Yan Xijian along the barrel of the gun, and Zhao Jingfeng's sharp sword qi flowing into the barrel of the gun, the pace of progress was suddenly stopped, and then under the huge spiritual power of the young man like a wild horse galloping, it quickly became weak.

The fierce light in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be competing with the young man, and then an even more powerful and sharp sword qi poured out from Yan Xi's sword, and he slammed towards the young man's huge spiritual power without fear.

"Boom!"

When Zhao Jingfeng's unique sword aura collided with the young man's spiritual power, a low roar suddenly erupted, and then a violent aura centered on the junction of the two natal soul treasures, raging towards the surroundings.

And the bodies of Zhao Jingfeng and the young man were constantly retreating by the impact of the powerful anti-shock force, and every time the young man took a step back, he would step on a deep footprint in the soil on the ground, and Zhao Jingfeng's body looked extremely light, his toes touched the ground, his body shook left and right, and soon unloaded the momentum of pushing back on his body.

However, just as Zhao Jingfeng stabilized his body, a violent qi came from behind him, and it approached his body in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Jingfeng's face changed slightly, the fight with the young man holding the spear just now caused a lot of consumption to him, at this moment it was the time of weakness, and he could not mobilize enough spiritual power to resist the powerful attack from the martial spirit behind him, in a hurry, Zhao Jingfeng rolled on the spot and dodged, Rao is so, but on his back, he was also cut by the giant sword with a deep wound that can be seen to the bone.

"Drink!" The middle-aged man holding the giant sword was unforgiving, and once again raised the giant sword and slashed towards Zhao Jingfeng.

Feeling the hot pain coming from behind, Zhao Jingfeng gritted his teeth, slapped the ground with his left hand, and his whole body immediately spun up from the ground, and then his body was slightly sideways, and he dodged the giant sword that the middle-aged man looked at him by a millimeter, but the Yan Xi sword in his hand was drawn into a lightning bolt, stabbing towards the middle-aged man at a very fast speed.

The middle-aged man was shocked, and the natal soul treasure in his hand had just been struck, and it was too late to take it back at this critical moment, in a hurry, the middle-aged man's head was slightly biased, and he narrowly avoided the sword that stabbed him in the throat, although he dodged the fatal blow, but on his neck, there was still a shallow blood mark cut by Yan Xijian.

A sneer appeared on Zhao Jingfeng's face, and then with a twist of his wrist, Yan Xijian chased after the middle-aged man, and finally cut down his neck before the middle-aged man could react.

As the silver-white light flashed from the middle-aged man's neck, the middle-aged man's body became stiff, and at his neck, boiling blood flowed out.

"You...... You ......" The middle-aged man stared at Zhao Jingfeng with wide eyes, looking at Zhao Jingfeng in disbelief, he raised his hand with difficulty, his fingers trembled and accused Zhao Jingfeng, as if he wanted to say something, but unfortunately the wound on his neck blocked the words in his stomach, and finally he didn't say anything, and his body lay down straight.

Looking at the middle-aged man who fell to the ground, the faces of the rest of the scattered cultivators all changed drastically, and some of them even looked at Zhao Jingfeng with a rare look of fear in their eyes.

After killing the middle-aged man, Zhao Jingfeng didn't give the group of loose cultivators time to catch their breath, holding the Yan Xi sword, and killed the remaining scattered cultivators again.

Looking at Zhao Jingfeng, the only young man with martial spirit strength left in this group of scattered cultivators immediately blocked in front of Zhao Jingfeng, and the silver-white spear in his hand was drawn into a heavy phantom and attacked Zhao Jingfeng.

And the other scattered cultivators who only had the strength of martial arts, after seeing that the middle-aged men with martial spirit strength had all died under Zhao Yanxi's sword, they were all frightened and did not dare to step forward, and they had already retreated in their hearts, if it weren't for the fact that there was still a young man with martial spirit strength here, I am afraid they would have fled here a long time ago.

"Dingding......

The sound of dense collisions echoed in the quiet forest, Zhao Jingfeng and the young man fought for more than ten rounds in a short instant, and now there was no outsider to restrain him, Zhao Jingfeng relied on the sharpness of his sword qi and the speed that completely overpowered the young man to gain the upper hand, and in the blink of an eye, the young man was forced to only resist.

Because Zhao Jingfeng's sword was so fast, the fast young man didn't dare to attack at all, only passively resisted, otherwise, I am afraid that when his attack was just halfway through, the Yan Xi sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand would have already stabbed at him.

Moreover, in the face of Zhao Jingfeng's battle of bullying his body, the spear in the young man's hand could not fully exert its due power, and there was always a feeling of being tied up in the fight.

After his strength was raised to the martial artist stage, Zhao Jingfeng's combat power had also increased several times compared to before, and now with his own advantages, he was able to completely compete head-on with the martial spirits whose strength was one order stronger than him.

After more than ten rounds of lightning-like fighting, Zhao Jingfeng and the young man with the spear separated again, but the young man now looked much more embarrassed, only to see that his clothes were completely torn all over his body, and there were several deep wounds on his body, and there was an extremely shallow sword mark on his neck, which happened to cut a layer of skin on his neck.

On the other hand, Zhao Jingfeng, except for a bloody wound on his back, the whole person didn't look much different, but his face was slightly pale.

His face was extremely solemn and staring at Zhao Jingfeng opposite, and the young man shouted: "The enemy is too strong, I'll stop him, everyone hurry up." After the previous fight, the young man also knew Zhao Jingfeng's hot hand, and knew in his heart that it was very likely that he would not be able to leave here today, so he immediately made the worst decision.

In his heart, he understood that he and the others knew about the Yin Yang Gold and Silver Snake, and in order to keep this secret, Zhao Jingfeng would definitely kill them all, and not let anyone leave here alive so as to spread the news, because, if it were him, he would do the same.

This is the survival rule of the Soul Treasure Star, everything speaks with strength, whoever has a big fist can have the last laugh.

Hearing the young man's words, the remaining few scattered cultivators were shocked, and immediately fled from here as fast as they could, fleeing from all directions.

Looking at the scattered cultivators who fled in all directions, Zhao Jingfeng's face suddenly sank, and then he held his sword and killed the young man again.

"Ah!" the young man shouted, not afraid to meet Zhao Jingfeng, with the speed shown by Zhao Jingfeng, he knew that it was difficult for him to escape from here today, rather than this, it was better to leave this life to buy time for those fleeing cultivators, once they leaked the matter of the Yin Yang Gold and Silver Snake, then there would always be someone to avenge him.

"Ding!"

Yan Xi Jian and Zhang Xu Chang's spear collided together in mid-air, shooting out a little dazzling spark, and then the spear was under the control of the young man, habitually picking up the long sword, and suddenly, the Yan Xi sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand was picked up by the spear and flew high into the air.

Seeing this, the young man was slightly stunned, but then a trace of ecstasy appeared in his eyes, and he immediately controlled the spear to drive in and stab at Zhao Jingfeng's throat.

A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Jingfeng's mouth, and the powerful spiritual power instantly filled his palms, and then his palms turned into a phantom and swung out, grabbing the barrel of the spear tightly.

At the same time, Yan Xi Sword, which was still slowly rising towards the sky, suddenly slammed down, and then a layer of sharper and stronger sword qi suddenly appeared around the sword body, enveloping Yan Xi Sword in it, only to see the silver-white light flash away, and the Yan Xi Sword in the sky cut through the sky at an extremely fast speed, with a piercing scream through the throat of the young man, and finally disappeared into a forest behind him.

"Ahh

"Ahh

At the same time, several screams were heard from the surrounding woods.

"Sword of Spiritual Sense", Zhao Jingfeng's life-saving stunt, until the last moment, he will not use it easily.

With the method of "Sword of Spiritual Sense", Zhao Jingfeng killed the young man with martial spirit strength by unexpected means, and even those scattered cultivators could not successfully escape, and they all died in the hands of Zhao Jingfeng.

Silver-white light flashed out from the woods, flying towards Zhao Jingfeng at a speed as fast as lightning, Zhao Jingfeng stretched out his hand slightly, and resolutely met the silver-white light that flew towards him, in just a moment, the silver-white light had already come to Zhao Jingfeng's palm and suddenly stopped, and was drawn into a silver-white long sword that exuded sky-high sword qi.

When Zhao Jingfeng stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of Yan Xi's sword, the powerful and sharp sword light on Yan Xi's sword suddenly disappeared without a trace, and then the entire Yan Xi sword suddenly disappeared from Zhao Jingfeng's hand.

"......Huh" Zhao Jingfeng let out a long breath, and experienced two battles in succession, so that he was not as easy as he seemed, after killing the Yin Yang Gold and Silver Snake, he successively killed two martial spirit stage powerhouses whose strength was as strong as his own, so that the spiritual power consumption in Zhao Jingfeng's body was almost exhausted.

If it weren't for the fact that the "Eight Heavenly Dragon Palms" he cultivated were not extraordinary, so that the spiritual power in his body could achieve an endless magical effect, I am afraid that after killing the Yin Yang Gold and Silver Snake, Zhao Jingfeng would not be able to cope with the next battle.