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At the same time as his head shifted, Zhao Jingfeng's body suddenly became shorter, and he saw him stride forward, and his body quickly leaned forward, so as to narrow the distance between himself and the middle-aged man, and the Yan Xi sword in his hand formed a blood-red light, stabbing towards the middle-aged man's heart at lightning speed.

In the face of a middle-aged man whose strength is much stronger than himself, this sword Zhao Jingfeng has gone all out, without the slightest hand, the speed of this sword is so fast that it has almost reached the limit that Zhao Jingfeng can play now, almost instantly, the tip of Yan Xi's sword has reached the chest of the middle-aged man, and on the tip of the sword, the sword qi that continues to be swallowed is even about to pierce into the body of the middle-aged man.

Looking at the tip of the sword that arrived on his chest in an instant, the middle-aged man's face changed in shock, and his eyes were full of disbelief, but the middle-aged man's reaction was also very fast, at this critical moment, powerful spiritual power sprayed out from the middle-aged man's body, and finally formed a strong shock wave to impact the Yan Xi Sword that had reached his chest, and at the same time, a part of the spiritual power formed a seemingly weak, but very solid shield around his body.

Yan Xi's sword was like a bamboo, directly breaking through the spiritual power in the middle-aged man's body to form a shock wave, despite this, when the speed of this sword stabbed out, it was one point slower than before, and then when Yan Xi's sword stabbed on the weak shield in front of the middle-aged man, which was completely formed by spiritual power, the tip of the sword paused slightly, but then Yan Xijian broke through the shield's defense and continued to stab at the middle-aged man. The two defensive means formed by the middle-aged man were shattered in less than a breath for him to resist, Rao was so, but it also bought him enough time, when Yan Xijian broke through the two obstacles, the middle-aged man used the wind spiritual power to exert a speed far beyond ordinary people, and he had retreated to a few meters away.

The middle-aged man stood a few meters away, staring at Zhao Jingfeng, who had already put away his sword and stood on the opposite side, his face had become solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "What a fast speed." ”

Zhao Jingfeng stared at the middle-aged man with a flat gaze, silently, and felt very sorry in his heart, the sword just now is already the limit of his strength now, and that speed is also the fastest speed he can achieve now, his full force blow was dodged by the middle-aged man, then Zhao Jingfeng wants to kill the middle-aged man later, it is already very difficult, after all, the middle-aged man's own strength is much stronger than him, and he is also an enemy with wind spiritual power and good at speed, it can be said that now Zhao Jingfeng has completely lost his advantage in the face of the middle-aged man。

No matter how subtle his swordsmanship is, if there is no speed that people can't reflect, then everything will be useless, and in the case of a huge difference in strength, Zhao Jingfeng does not dare to have a hard-to-head battle with the middle-aged man.

"Your strength should have reached the martial spirit stage, right?" staring at the middle-aged man opposite with a flat gaze, Zhao Jingfeng asked.

The middle-aged man didn't hide it for a moment, and said, "Yes, my strength has indeed reached the stage of an intermediate martial spirit. ”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man's tone paused, his eyes stared at Zhao Jingfeng with a strange light, and asked: "Your strength is not strong, and your spiritual power is not the wind spirit root, but the speed of the sword just now is so fast that even I can barely dodge, I don't know how you have such a fast speed." ”

The middle-aged man's tone was full of curiosity, now he really wanted to know this answer in his heart, for him who had the power of wind spirit, if he was surpassed by someone else in other places, they would not care, but if they were surpassed in speed, it would be difficult for them to let go.

Especially this person who surpassed him in speed was still a person whose strength was weaker than him, and he was not a person with wind spiritual power, which could not help the middle-aged man to be curious.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have anything to say about that. Zhao Jingfeng's tone was very flat.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes were cold, and he said coldly, "If you tell me how you used to improve your speed, I can let you go today, otherwise, hmph, do you really think that with that little bit of speed, you are my opponent?"

"It's not your opponent, you can try it. In the face of the threat of the middle-aged man, Zhao Jingfeng was not afraid at all, but exuded a high fighting intent, and the Yan Xi Sword that was in his hand and had been stained red with blood even exuded a layer of hazy sword light wrapped around the entire sword body.

The middle-aged man stared at Zhao Jingfeng, the light in his eyes flickered, in his heart, he still had some scruples about Zhao Jingfeng's extremely fast sword just now, because the speed of Zhao Jingfeng's sword just now was so fast that even he was difficult to achieve, although he had wind spiritual power and occupied an innate advantage in speed, but he could not exert a fast attack like Zhao Jingfeng.

Just now, in order to dodge the sword that was almost to the extreme, he was already going all out, if he was taking a slow step, the middle-aged man had no doubt that his heart might have been pierced, so now in the middle-aged man's heart, he already had some fear of Zhao Jingfeng.

Moreover, the middle-aged man looked at Zhao Jingfeng's spirit and his face did not change, he couldn't deduce how many times Zhao Jingfeng could exert such a fast attack, if Zhao Jingfeng could carry out endless attacks at the same speed, then it would be very difficult for him to deal with it.

Seeing that the middle-aged man did not attack, Zhao Jingfeng was also happy to be idle, so he shook and held against the middle-aged man, Zhao Jingfeng knew very well in his heart that it was almost impossible for him to kill the middle-aged man when the speed was not slower than his own, and now he had to drag the middle-aged man and let the middle-aged man not kill those weak loose cultivators, and wait for the masters of the scattered cultivation sect to return, and directly throw the middle-aged man to them to deal with.

The fighting in the field did not stop because of the confrontation between Zhao Jingfeng and the two, the shouting and killing continued, and the corpses of the scattered cultivators and bandits who fell to the ground were more and more, and the ground was completely stained red with blood, and even in some uneven places, the blood had gathered into pools of blood.

The bandits are still fighting hard, and the people who can survive to the end are either shrewd or some of the most outstanding in strength, and now, the number of loose cultivators and bandits is still maintained at a relatively balanced stage.

After the middle-aged man held against Zhao Jingfeng for a while, he finally made a move again, the Qinglong Glaive Knife in his hand exuded a pale cyan light, and it seemed to be a bright light under the dark night sky, it was so obvious, holding a Qinglong Glaive Knife that was more than two meters long, the middle-aged man rushed towards Zhao Jingfeng again.

Looking at the middle-aged man rushing towards him, a sharp gaze flashed in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes, and the right hand holding Yan Xijian's hand was also tightened by three points, and then he took the initiative to meet the sword.

The middle-aged man raised the Qinglong Yanyue Knife that emitted a pale cyan light, and slashed directly at Zhao Jingfeng's head, at a very fast speed.

Facing the attack of an intermediate martial arts powerhouse, Zhao Jingfeng did not intend to take it hard, and directly dodged it with dexterity, and then returned fire.

However, just when Zhao Jingfeng's sword was stabbed out, the machete cut by the middle-aged man actually changed a direction in mid-air, with a whistling broken body, accompanied by a gust of breeze, slashing towards Zhao Jingfeng's Yan Xi sword.

Zhao Jingfeng's face changed slightly, and he immediately withdrew the Yan Xi sword that he stabbed, and never collided with the middle-aged man's Qinglong Yanyue Knife.

Zhao Jingfeng's Yan Xi Sword is his natal soul treasure, his net worth and life are linked to this seemingly weak Yan Xi Sword, if Yan Xi Sword is damaged, it will cause some damage to Zhao Jingfeng itself, and if Yan Xi Sword is broken, Zhao Jingfeng will not only lose his full strength, but even his life will be threatened.

In the Soul Treasure Star, there are many examples of the death of the owner due to the shattering of the Natal Soul Treasure, and it happens almost everywhere.

However, although the natal soul treasure is condensed by the spiritual power in the body, once it is summoned out of the body, it will become extremely hard, and it will continue to become stronger with the improvement of the master's strength.

And the middle-aged man's current strength has reached the level of an intermediate-level martial spirit, which is two stages higher than Zhao Jingfeng, although the collision of Zhao Jingfeng's Yan Xi Sword and the middle-aged man's Qinglong Yanyue Sword may not bring too much damage to his Yan Xi Sword, but the strong force of the shock will still make Zhao Jingfeng unbearable, so Zhao Jingfeng is impossible to fight with the middle-aged man no matter what, because it will only be him who suffers.

Dodging the middle-aged man's blow again, the middle-aged man suddenly revealed a slight flaw in the defense, Zhao Jingfeng's eyes flashed, seized this hard-won opportunity, and then went all out, his body came to the middle-aged man's back silently like a ghost, Yan Xi's sword in his hand burst out of a fierce sword qi, turning into a blood-red light, stabbing towards the middle-aged man's back, the long sword broke through the air, and made a slight sharp sound, in front of this sword, as if the air was cut, and the speed, it was even faster to the extreme, and instantly approached the middle-aged man's back, just when the tip of the sword had not completely contacted the middle-aged man's back, The sword qi at the tip of the sword that kept swallowing cut through the clothes behind the middle-aged man and pierced the skin first.

Feeling the sharp pain coming from his back, the middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, but he didn't show much panicked, he had already been on guard against Zhao Jingfeng's extremely fast sword, and then the powerful spiritual power gushed out from his body again, and instantly condensed into a defensive aura cover blocking the sword momentum in his back, and at the same time, the light cyan light on the middle-aged man's body skyrocketed, at this moment, he had increased his speed to the extreme, and his body left a phantom in place, just when the tip of Zhao Jingfeng's Yanxi sword was about to pierce his back, the middle-aged man's body had moved sideways for a distance of half a meter, out of the attack range of Yan Xi Sword.

The middle-aged man guessed in his heart that Zhao Jingfeng's sword stabbed out so quickly, he must have done his best, and at this moment his own defense has been weakened to the minimum, so the middle-aged man also seized this very rare opportunity, after dodging Zhao Jingfeng's sword, he immediately raised the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand, the light cyan light on the knife that was constantly flashing has gradually turned into a dazzling light in the dark night, and then the Qinglong Yanyue Knife left a brilliant cyan light in the air, which has been slashed towards Zhao Jingfeng at a very fast speed, this knife is already a middle-aged man's full blow。

After several encounters with Zhao Jingfeng, the middle-aged man has deeply realized Zhao Jingfeng's difficulty, Zhao Jingfeng's rich combat experience makes him every time he fights with him, he does not leave the slightest flaw, whether it is attacking or dodging, the coordination and transformation between the moves seem to be seamless, so that he has no chance to take advantage of it, and this time with Zhao Jingfeng's full strength of the sword, in the case of insufficient defensive strength, may be the only chance he can give Zhao Jingfeng a heavy blow, so, for this blow, the middle-aged man did not spare the slightest。

The Green Dragon Glaive Knife slashed through the air at an extremely fast speed, and if it was some people with slightly weaker strength, in front of this sword, they wouldn't even have time to react.

"Wow!"

As a sound exploded, the Qinglong Glaive Knife, which was wrapped in a layer of pale cyan light, slashed off from Zhao Jingfeng's head without hindrance, passing through his body, and finally slammed into the ground without reducing a single bit.

With a roar, the Qinglong Glaive Knife, which contained the power of the middle-aged man's full force, sank deep into the soil on the ground, and the powerful spiritual power on the knife body blasted the surrounding soil out of a large pit with a diameter of one meter, and the dust flew up, directly annihilating Zhao Jingfeng's figure in it.

However, on the middle-aged man's face, he did not show the slightest look of joy, but his face became extremely solemn.

"Afterimage!" The middle-aged man secretly exclaimed in his heart, however, just when this thought just popped up in his heart, a strong sense of crisis spread throughout the middle-aged man's heart, the middle-aged man did not hesitate at all, his body was almost reflexively tilted to the side, and at the same time, the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand was immediately pulled out of the soil, and he slashed behind him without looking.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, I saw the Qinglong Glaive Sword in the middle-aged man's hand collide with a weak long sword that suddenly appeared and was covered in blood.

At the moment when the long sword collided with the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, Zhao Jingfeng, who was holding the long sword, suddenly changed his face, and immediately became a little pale, and his chest rose and fell violently a few times, and then immediately withdrew his sword and quickly retreated.