readx;? Just when Zhao Jingfeng and the others had just returned here, a group of ragged and embarrassed people also walked over from the route that Zhao Jingfeng and the others had retreated from, there were a total of twelve people in this group, one of them was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and Chen Lingxiang was not much different from a young man, the young man was wearing a light blue shirt, Yushu Lingfeng, and carrying a two-meter-long fiery red giant sword on his back, the height of the giant sword was a head higher than the young man's body. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Novel ww

There were also four people in their thirties, all of whom were outstanding, and the rest were middle-aged men over forty years old, with resolute faces. Among this group of people, there were several middle-aged men with blood remaining on the corners of their mouths, and their faces were sickly white, obviously suffering from not light injuries.

The return of this group of people attracted the attention of everyone here, and the eyes of more than three hundred people in total fell on these dozen people, and after a while, a buzzing discussion sounded.

"It seems that it has failed again, alas, the desolate demon guarding the cave is too strong. ”

"Hmph, how can the desolate demons who are guarding the Masters Cave Mansion of their predecessors be so easy to deal with, unless the five masters gather, with the cooperation of all our Martial Emperors, it is possible to suppress those powerful desolate demons, and they will only waste their efforts in vain. ”

"Wait slowly! The strength of the desolate demons guarding the cave is unimaginably strong, I'm afraid they have already reached the sixth order, and only by waiting for the five masters to gather and then join forces can it be possible to defeat those desolate demons. ”

"It's a pity! The five masters are all the strength of the Martial Emperor class, if there is a Martial Sect, it will be much easier to enter that cave mansion. ”

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Looking at the long sword on the young man's back, a trace of essence flashed in the eyes of the girl in yellow, and she said softly: "That's the weapon of the king!"

Zhao Jingfeng was slightly startled, his eyes suddenly fell on the young man with the fiery red giant sword on his back, and his expression gradually became serious, he had already seen the power of the king's weapon, it was the natal soul treasure left behind when the martial venerable powerhouse fell, which contained a powerful power that even the martial arts sect had to tremble, but the king's weapon was not all able to wield its full strength, and the strong man of the martial emperor class could only wield the power of about one or two layers of the king's weapon, despite this, it was also very terrifying.

And Zhao Jingfeng still clearly remembers that a few days ago, it was a giant sword with a fiery red body, scattering the fire that shone in the sky to suppress the small Tianyin of the Tuoba Turtle, and that battle attracted many people nearby to come and watch, but they didn't know what the final outcome was.

"Could it be that this young man is the one who fought with the Tuoba Turtle?" Zhao Jingfeng secretly guessed in his heart.

The twelve who had returned did not say anything, but went into several large tents to rest, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"The desolate demon in front is very powerful, let's wait here for a while, and when there are more people here, we will follow them over to have a look. Zhao Jingfeng said to a few people around him.

Afterwards, several people found an open area and began to set up tents, and soon, six tents were set up.

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys, who told you to set up a tent here, hurry up and tear it down for me, hurry up, hurry up, tear down the tent. A man about thirty years old walked over from a distance, staring at Zhao Jingfeng and the six people with an angry face, this person was thin, wearing white clothes, with an arrogant face, and there were three very eye-catching claw marks on his forehead.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted, and many people showed a hint of schadenfreude on their faces.

"These people must not know the rules here, don't you see that so many of us don't dare to set up tents here, they are good, they actually set up a tent by themselves, and occupy a large part of the empty ground that is not much. A big man sitting on a tree trunk drinking wine muttered to himself.

"A few of them have just come here, and they don't seem to know the rules here, so why don't you be smart! Don't you see so many of us here, and there are only a dozen tents, and not everyone here can set up tents at will. It was a middle-aged man sitting under a big tree.

The man in white clothes and with a thin figure had already come to Zhao Jingfeng and the others, and seeing that Zhao Jingfeng had not yet dismantled the tent, his face couldn't help but be angry, and said, "Didn't you hear what I said, I asked you to dismantle the tent for me immediately." As he spoke, the young man directly kicked Yin Qiu's tent away, and then continued to come to the tent close to Zhao Jingfeng, and kicked out again, trying to kick Zhao Jingfeng's tent away.

A strong killing intent flashed in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes, and Yan Xijian instantly appeared in his right hand, only to see a silver-white light flash away, and Yan Xijian slashed through the thin man's leg with lightning speed.

"Ahh

Zhao Jingfeng withdrew Yan Xi's sword and kicked it in the chest of the thin man, kicking his entire body to a distance of ten meters, and finally fell to the ground in embarrassment and rolled several times.

The thin man's endurance was obviously very weak, and the huge pain from the broken leg made him constantly scream desolately, and his expression was very painful.

The faces of the people around him who were watching the excitement changed in unison, staring at Zhao Jingfeng's face in disbelief, which was only in his twenties, and the scene in front of him was really beyond everyone's expectations.

A middle-aged man in a purple robe with a resolute face walked out of a tent, this person was naturally one of the twelve people who had just returned from the depths of the forest, the middle-aged man in the purple robe walked out of the tent, and when he saw the thin man whose leg was cut off, a trace of imperceptible essence flashed in his eyes, and then his sharp gaze swept around, and said, "What happened here." The purple-robed middle-aged man's voice was very calm, and he seemed to be just asking casually.

At this time, the tents of the rest of the tents were also opened, and several figures came out of them, all of whom had returned from the depths of the forest earlier, and the screams of the thin men caused a lot of movement.

"Chen Zhen, who injured you. An exclamation suddenly came, and a middle-aged man with a scar on his face walked to the thin man who had his right leg cut off by Zhao Jingfeng, with an angry face on his face.

"Senior brother, it's him, it's him who cut off my leg, my leg, I'm a leg! Senior brother, you must help me kill him. The thin man pointed at Zhao Jingfeng with a resentful face and said, the pain in his heart had completely distorted the muscles in his face, and he looked extremely hideous.

The middle-aged man with the scar stared at Zhao Jingfeng with a gloomy face, and slowly stood up, a three-meter-long fiery red spear quickly condensed, and then rushed towards Zhao Jingfeng without saying a word, and with the dance of the spear, with a scorching wave of fire stabbing towards Zhao Jingfeng.

The sharp light in Zhao Fengfeng's eyes flashed, and Yan Xijian's sword collided with the spear with a fierce sword qi, and the surging aura fluctuations that burst out from the collision of the two pressed down the ground within a radius of ten meters down three feet deep.

The people around consciously retreated a distance, clearing a piece of air for the two to settle their grievances.

Zhao frightened the wind Yan Xi sword stabbed out like lightning, only to see one after another sword shadows flashing in mid-air, and finally gradually evolved into a sword shadow in the sky shrouded the middle-aged man with a scar, the clanging sound of the collision of magic weapons in the field was endless, and the surging aura fluctuations had already destroyed the surrounding mess.

"This kid's strength is not weak! he can be on a par with Yan Chuangzhan. Looking at the fight between Zhao Jingfeng and the two, the young man who was attacked by the fiery red sword muttered, his tone full of surprise.

"This young man is not simple! he can rely on his own strength to fight with Yan Chuang at a young age, and he will not fall behind at all, his talent is really terrifying, given time, when he really grows up, he must be a man of the hour, young master, do you say we should win him over." Beside the young man with the fiery red giant sword on his back, the middle-aged man in a purple robe said softly.

The young man with the giant sword flashed a faint hint of murderous intent in his eyes, and said, "With his strength, he will definitely compete for the first place in the Scattered Cultivation Competition, and he is destined to become my opponent." ”

Hearing this, the purple-robed middle-aged man already understood what the young master was thinking, and stopped talking.

On the other side, a man about thirty years old, wearing a white luxurious robe embroidered with gold thread, also stood there with his hands on his chest and watched the fight between the two, and said slowly: "It seems that Hattori Hanzo's people have provoked a good opponent! I didn't expect him to be so young." ”

"Yes, that kid's strength is good, he is on par with Yan Chuang, if his strength is limited to this, then he is doomed to defeat, although Hattori Hanzo's strength is not as good as Yan Chuang, but he who has the weapon of the king unless he meets someone who also holds the weapon of the king, otherwise, no one will be the opponent of Hattori Hanzo, unless there can be a strong man of the martial arts class here. A middle-aged man beside the white-robed man said softly.

"It seems that this young man is destined to die here, and with Hattori Hanzo's temperament, he will never allow anyone who provokes him to live in the world. The white-robed young man said.

"Not necessarily, Young Master Xiang Shaolong, have you seen the woman in yellow behind them. The middle-aged man standing next to the posing young man said with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, the young man who was become Young Master Xiang Shaolong suddenly raised his eyes, and at this look, he could no longer take his eyes away, and said in a trance: "What an amazing woman, with a face as cold as frost, calm and cold eyes, this is definitely not a simple woman." ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and continued, "Young Master Xiang Shaolong, look at the golden longbow on her back. ”

Xiang Shaolong's gaze suddenly moved away from the face of the girl in yellow and landed on the longbow behind her back, but he couldn't see anything.

The middle-aged man said: "Although I don't recognize that bow, I'm sure it must not be an ordinary thing, and it is not the woman's natal soul treasure, because I can't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, so, I guess, that bow may be ......."

"Second uncle, could it be that bow is ......" Xiang Shaolong's face was full of surprise.

"I'm not sure. The middle-aged man shook his head.

......

"The first style of "Three Guns Back to the Horse" - the shadow of the gun!" A loud shout came from the field, and I saw that the spear in the hand of the middle-aged man turned into a shadow of a gun in the sky, covering the sky and stabbing towards Zhao Jingfeng, the shadow of the gun was overlapped, dense, and it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, accompanied by a coercion that seemed to come from the magic weapon.

This scene is the same as the scene where Zhao Jingfeng used his fast sword.

"This is the art of Xuanpin killing!" someone exclaimed in the distance.

"The art of Xuan Pin killing, this is second only to the art of earth killing, I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today. ”

"I heard that when the earth products were displayed, the wind and clouds surged, and the heavens and the earth changed color, and I don't know how powerful the Xuanpin killing technique is. ”

The corners of Zhao Jingfeng's mouth showed a hint of mocking sneer, and then his eyes closed slightly, his right hand danced urgently, and Yan Xi's sword also turned into a sword shadow in the sky, and it was pressed against the opposite gun shadow on top of each other.

"Dingdingding......"

With a series of dense sounds, in just one breath, Zhao Jingfeng and the middle-aged man have already fought hundreds of rounds, the degree of the two is extremely fast, it is difficult to catch with the naked eye, the only difference is that the middle-aged man used the killing technique to let him have such a degree in a short period of time, while Zhao Jingfeng completely relied on his own fast sword.

"It's so fast!" In the distance, the young man with the fiery red giant sword on his back was already amazed.

"His sword is so fast that even I can't see it, so I have to instinct to catch it. The purple-robed man standing beside him also let out an exclamation.

"Such a fast sword, how did he have such a speed, and he was able to be equal to Yan Chuang who used the art of killing. Xiang Shaolong, who was not far away, also exclaimed.

"I'm also curious, such a fast shot is difficult for even a Wind Spirit Root Martial Emperor whose strength has reached the sixth-order stage to do, and he is obviously not a Wind Spirit Force, so he can do it easily, I am so surprised, how his arm can support it. ”

"The second style of "Three Guns Back to the Horse" - the dragon swings its tail!"

The fiery red spear struck from the sky with the light of the sky, and smashed down at Zhao Jingfeng with the power of ten thousand jun, and at the same time, a more intense coercion permeated out, as if a boulder was pressing on Zhao Jingfeng's body, making Zhao Jingfeng difficult to walk.

Zhao Jingfeng was not afraid at all, raised his sword, and Yan Xijian rushed towards the spear that smashed down from above with a strong sword aura.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion sounded, and the surging aura aftermath instantly submerged Zhao Jingfeng, Zhao Jingfeng's right arm trembled slightly and retreated a distance of more than ten cloths, and between his feet, a three-inch-wide long ditch was more than ten meters away.

At the same time, the difference in power between the second type and the first form is so huge.