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Most of the scattered cultivation strength in the sect is still at the stage of martial artists and martial artists, and even the people who have reached the strength of martial spirits are very few, and the masters of the martial king level only have this strength from the three scattered cultivation sects and the deputy scattered people.

However, the three Sanren and the Deputy Sanren with the strength of the Martial King have been dragged down by the bandits in the enemy camp, and they can't spare their hands to deal with the three archers.

When the four masters disappeared in the eyes of everyone, Hei Mang really didn't shoot again, no matter whether the four masters could drag the three people who were hiding in the dark behind to shoot arrows, but they at least bought precious time for the loose cultivators, after all, this black mang shot silently, and it was difficult to detect it through the cover of the night, and the speed was very fast, and some weak loose cultivators couldn't avoid Heimang's shooting at all.

There is no potential crisis, and the scattered cultivators no longer have to guard against the black mangs that will shoot at them at any time in the distance when facing the enemy, and they have all exerted their 100% combat effectiveness to fight fiercely against the bandits.

At this moment, all the scattered cultivators put aside the fear of the Black Dragon Village in their hearts, in order to survive, in order to continue to survive, everyone tried their best to fight with the bandits, just to get the final victory.

The shouts of killing in the battlefield were deafening, the collision of magic weapons was endless, and the blood splashing everywhere was rapidly staining the ground red, and in just a short period of time, there were more than a dozen people on both sides lying down.

Now Zhao Jingfeng also joined the battle, although he only has the strength of a martial artist, but the strength of his combat power will definitely shock everyone, only to see Zhao Jingfeng stepping on the mysterious steps, dodging attacks from all directions, and in his hand, a silver-white long sword that is only two fingers wide and four feet long is constantly stabbing at a lightning speed, and his sword stabs out very fast, and can only see a small silver-white light flashing away, and the naked eye can't see the sword itself at all.

Zhao Jingfeng's sword is not only fast and unguardable, but also very accurate swordsmanship, each sword stabbed, can accurately hit the enemy's throat, to achieve the effect of killing with one blow, in the same strength, few people can avoid Zhao Jingfeng's lightning fast sword.

Zhao Jingfeng dealt with a group of enemies alone, and the desolate screams that kept coming from the field and the bloody scene in front of him were already commonplace for him, and he couldn't make the slightest impression of his state of mind at all.

As the sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand continued to stab out, one by one the bandits of the Black Dragon Village were buried under his sword, in front of Zhao Jingfeng's lightning-fast swordsmanship, those bandits who were equal to Zhao Jingfeng's strength could not go through three moves from his hands at all, and many people were stabbed in the throat by Zhao Jingfeng with a direct blow and forgotten.

Zhao Jingfeng's strength is placed in a group of loose cultivators, although he can only be regarded as a bottom-of-the-line figure, but in the number of these bandits killed, no one can compare with him, but in just a few breaths, there are more than a dozen bandits under Zhao Jingfeng's sword, and the silver-white Yanxi sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand, the sword surface has been stained with blood, and the entire sword has been dyed blood red.

Despite this, the coarse cloth clothes worn by Zhao Jingfeng were still clean and neat, and there was no blood splashed on it, and it was not covered in blood like the rest of the loose cultivators.

Unconsciously, Zhao Jingfeng had already penetrated into the camp of the bandits alone, and now within twenty meters around him, all of them were bandits from the Black Dragon Village, and none of them were loose cultivators, and those scattered cultivators were almost all organized in groups of three or five to fight with the bandits.

"Kill!" The three bandits closest to Zhao Jingfeng rushed towards Zhao Jingfeng with a shout, and then raised the magic weapon in their hands and slashed at Zhao Jingfeng's head.

Zhao Jingfeng stepped out quickly, his body was like a ghost, and he came to one of the bandits in an instant at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time, the Yan Xi sword in his hand slashed into a red light, stabbing the throat of the bandit at lightning speed.

Zhao Jingfeng himself is proficient in fast swordsmanship, and the speed of this sword is even faster to the extreme, the bandit's nerves didn't have time to reflect at all, he could only see a red light flash away, and then, he felt a slight numbness in his throat, and then, his breathing was extremely difficult, as if his throat was blocked by something, which actually made him unable to breathe, and then, bright red blood flowed out of his neck, and the bandit, not even the slightest sound, his body slowly fell backwards.

At the last moment, he hadn't even understood how he died, perhaps, he didn't know that his throat had been pierced by Zhao Jingfeng's lightning-fast sword, because Zhao Jingfeng's swordsmanship was extremely fast, and he didn't feel a strong pain when the weak long sword pierced his throat in an instant.

After Yan Xijian stabbed into the throat of this bandit, Zhao Jingfeng's movements did not stop at all, and at this time, the other two bandits were already close to him, and the magic weapon in their hands had already slashed towards his body.

Facing the magic weapon that these two bandits were about to cut on his body, Zhao Jingfeng did not show the slightest panicked look in his expression, and the expression on his face was as calm as water, and then immediately pulled out the Yan Xi sword from the throat of the bandit, and with a mysterious step under his feet, his body moved two meters to the side like a ghost to avoid the attack of the two bandits, and at the same time, the Yan Xi sword in his hand, which had been stained red with blood, stabbed towards the throat of one of the bandits at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

Yan Xijian did not encounter the slightest obstacle, easily avoided the strong reaction nerve, and stabbed deeply into his throat, just when Yan Xijian just entered the throat of the bandit, he was immediately pulled out by Zhao Jingfeng, and then immediately stabbed at the third bandit.

The speed of each of Zhao Jingfeng's stabs was very fast, and the speed of the fast was impossible to capture with the naked eye, and in the same strength, almost no one could avoid his sword, and the third bandit couldn't see the sword shadow of the second time at all, and Yan Xi's sword had already entered his throat.

Murder has long been commonplace for Zhao Jingfeng, and he has long been accustomed to this bloody scene in front of him, so that he will not frown, after solving these bandits, Zhao Jingfeng did not stop for a moment, Yan Xijian continued to stab at the surrounding bandits.

The fighting in the field was very tragic, at this critical juncture related to their own lives, no one could stay out of the matter, even those coachmen whose strength was not yet martial arts, they all gathered together in three or five, gathered the strength of several people to cooperate with some loose cultivators to attack those lone bandits.

The tragic fighting made the number of people on both sides decrease rapidly, whether it was a bandit or a loose cultivator, the casualties were very heavy, except for Zhao Jingfeng, who still maintained the clean coarse cloth clothes, everyone was covered with blood, and even a few people were covered in blood, looking like a bloody person, and their bodies were covered with large and small wounds.

Although these bandits are much more numerous than these loose cultivators, the individual strength and team cooperation among them are far less than these disciplined and often cooperated with the loose cultivators, with the fight of the two sides, among the fallen people, the number of bandits is much more than that of the loose cultivators, even so, but the two sides can only barely maintain a balanced stage in terms of numbers.

Zhao Jingfeng was still alone in the crowd of bandits, calmly dodging attacks from all directions, and the Yan Xi sword in his hand, which had been completely stained red with blood, continued to stab out, and with each sword he stabbed, it either directly hit the heart and throat of the bandits with a fatal blow, or left a deep wound on the bandits' bodies.

And the bandits around them didn't have the slightest way to face Zhao Jingfeng, not only could they not see the sword stabbed by Zhao Jingfeng, but even the magic weapon in their hands couldn't hit Zhao Jingfeng's body at all.

Because there are many times, when the magic weapon in their hands is about to hit Zhao Jingfeng, at this critical moment, Zhao Jingfeng can always be dangerous and dangerous, and dodge the past with a slight distance, as a result, your group of bandits can't even touch Zhao Jingfeng's clothes, but people keep falling under Zhao Jingfeng's sword.

There were more and more bandits who died at the hands of Zhao Jingfeng, and gradually, the surrounding bandits also realized the strength of Zhao Jingfeng, and began to deliberately distance themselves from him, after all, in the case of being invincible, no one wants to die in vain.

"Your Excellency, let me meet you. At this moment, a deep voice came into Zhao Jingfeng's ears, and as soon as the words fell, I saw a pale cyan light shooting towards Zhao Jingfeng at an extremely fast speed.

Feeling the speed of this pale cyan light and the powerful aura that inadvertently emanated from it, Zhao Jingfeng's face changed suddenly, just by the power of this blow, he had already judged that the strength of the person was very strong, so strong that with his current strength, he didn't dare to touch it at all.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that the opponent can hurt himself with just this blow.

The speed of this pale cyan light was very fast, and it had already come to Zhao Jingfeng's current moment in an instant, and at the same time, Zhao Jingfeng's face became extremely solemn, and he immediately controlled his body and tried his best to dodge to the side.

The pale cyan light almost grazed Zhao Jingfeng's shoulder and bombarded the ground fiercely, and with a loud "boom", the ground was punched out of a deep crater.

Zhao Jingfeng's body retreated sharply, immediately distanced himself from the other party, and retreated to five zhang away in the blink of an eye, when he stopped, Zhao Jingfeng looked up, although it was dark now, when he could clearly see the person opposite by the fire that was still burning tenaciously in the distance and his extraordinary eyesight.

I saw that the person was a middle-aged man about thirty or forty years old, the middle-aged man should be in shape, and he didn't look very strong, and his appearance also looked ordinary, with the cloth clothes he was wearing on him, he looked like a very ordinary person, if he removed the Qinglong Yanyue Knife that was held in his right hand and was emitting a blue light, then the middle-aged man in front of him looked like an ordinary person, and there was nothing that could attract attention on his body.

Just when Zhao Jingfeng looked at the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man's calm eyes were also looking at Zhao Jingfeng, and at the same time he spoke: "Your strength is very good, the opponent should be me." ”

The middle-aged man's voice was very flat, his eyes were staring at Zhao Jingfeng tightly, as if Zhao Jingfeng was the only one in his eyes, and he showed an indifferent look to the shouting and killing around him all day long.

Zhao Jingfeng's eyes turned slightly, and he looked around, this middle-aged man obviously has a high status in a group of bandits, since he appeared, the bandits within a certain range of Zhao Jingfeng have avoided it, although there are many bandits around Zhao Jingfeng at this moment, but when they saw the middle-aged man who was fighting against Zhao Jingfeng, they suddenly didn't dare to step forward, and they went to find other scattered cultivators to fight.

Zhao Jingfeng's face became solemn, and he knew in his heart that this battle was definitely the first battle of life and death he had encountered since he came to this Soul Treasure Star.

Although he has experienced a hundred battles and is confident that he can be invincible in the same rank, but in the face of the middle-aged man in front of him, Zhao Jingfeng does not have much confidence to be able to kill the other party, just from the strength of the middle-aged man's blow just now, Zhao Jingfeng has already seen that the middle-aged man's strength exceeds his own too much, and the middle-aged man also has the spiritual power of the wind spirit root, and he is no slower than himself in terms of speed.

The middle-aged man stared at Zhao Jingfeng, and slowly picked up the Qinglong Glaive Knife that was a little higher than his body, the Qinglong Glaive Knife was surrounded by a faint cyan light, and a trace of breeze revolved around the middle-aged man's body.

Noticing the middle-aged man's movements, Zhao Jingfeng's spirit also hit it highly, even if he mastered that mysterious step, but in the face of an enemy whose strength was too much higher than himself, and who also had wind spiritual power and was good at speed, he didn't dare to be careless.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man let out a loud shout, stepped under his feet, and rushed towards Zhao Jingfeng quickly, the middle-aged man's speed was extremely fast, and he came to Zhao Jingfeng's body in the blink of an eye, and the cyan light on the Qinglong Yanyue knife was sheng, and the knife that had been divided into a piece of cyan slashed towards Zhao Jingfeng's neck at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Zhao Jingfeng's head was slightly biased, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife almost grazed his head, and after the knife flashed, there was a chance that black hair would slowly fall from the air.

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.