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In the quiet alley, there was a series of clanging sounds from the collision of magic weapons, and the bodies of Zhao Jingfeng and the middle-aged man moved quickly in this narrow alley. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Zhao Jingfeng faced an intermediate martial spirit with the strength of an intermediate martial artist, and in the case of a head-on fight, he actually did not fall behind at all.

Zhao Jingfeng's body is light and agile, like a ghost, constantly moving around the middle-aged man, and the silver-white Yanxi sword in his hand constantly turns into silver-white light and stabs the throat of the middle-aged man in different directions, and the machete in the middle-aged man's hand has been impermeable by his dance, constantly resisting Zhao Jingfeng's attack, at the beginning, the middle-aged man faced Zhao Jingfeng's endless attacks like a tide and occasionally had the ability to fight back, but as the speed of Zhao Jingfeng's sword continued to accelerate, gradually, the middle-aged man had lost the power to resist under Zhao Jingfeng's dense attack like a storm, can only blindly resist.

It's not that the middle-aged man can't fight back, but once he fights back, I'm afraid that before his attack falls on Zhao Jingfeng, he himself will be pierced through the throat by a sword as fast as lightning.

The middle-aged man's forehead was already covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, he didn't expect that the young man who looked to be only in his twenties was so powerful, with the strength of his intermediate martial artist, he was almost unable to parry, and what frightened the middle-aged man the most was that the young man's sword was too fast, not only the speed of stabbing was amazing, but the frequency of the sword was also terrifying.

Now, the middle-aged man regretted it very much in his heart, if he had known that Zhao Jingfeng had such a strong strength, he would not have said anything and would not have followed.

In the small alley, more than a dozen people looked at Zhao Jingfeng, who was fighting fiercely with the middle-aged man, they also didn't expect that Zhao Jingfeng, who looked younger than them, actually had the strength to compete with the boss of himself and others, although they still had more than a dozen people, but in the face of such a battle, they couldn't plug in, even if they rushed up, they were sent to death in vain, although there were three people with the strength of martial arts among them, but with the strength of their martial artists, they could see clearly for such a battle, with their eyesight, they could see at a glance that their boss had fallen behind, and they were beaten by Zhao Jingfeng without the power to fight back, only blindly resisting, it can be said that their lives are not guaranteed at any time, even if they and others rush forward, it will be useless, they are just sent to death in vain, because they have no confidence that they can dodge Zhao Jingfeng's lightning-fast sword.

After Zhao Jingfeng and the middle-aged man fought again for a few rounds, taking advantage of a gap that the middle-aged man resisted, the sharp light in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes flashed away, and his right arm shook suddenly, stretched out like lightning, and under the drive of the arm, the Yan Xi sword in his hand turned into a silver-white light and stabbed towards the middle-aged man's throat, and instantly came to the middle-aged man's throat.

The middle-aged man was shocked, in the face of this extremely fast sword, he almost completely lost any ability to dodge and resist, the speed of this sword was too fast, in the eyes of the middle-aged man, the speed of this sword had reached an incredible level, and it was not at all something that he could dodge.

The middle-aged man's face instantly turned extremely pale, and just when he thought he was going to die, the silver-white Yan Xi sword just touched his throat, and the momentum of the forward rush stopped abruptly, at this critical moment, it stopped so suddenly, and the sharp tip of the sword just touched the throat of the middle-aged man.

Although Yan Xi's sword did not pierce the middle-aged man's throat, the middle-aged man still felt that he had difficulty breathing, and there was a sharp pain in his throat where the tip of the sword was pointed, as if his throat had been cut by a sword.

The middle-aged man's body maintained its original posture and stood there in a daze, and now he didn't even dare to move, for fear that if he made a slight move, the silver long sword would pierce his throat mercilessly, and the middle-aged man's face was already covered with fine cold sweat.

"Big ...... Big... Swordsman... Heroes spare their lives...... Heroes spare their lives......! Next time... Next time, the little ones will not dare to offend the heroes again. The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Jingfeng with fear in his eyes, and begged for mercy in a trembling tone. In this situation where his own value and life are in the hands of the other party, the middle-aged man can no longer care about his own face problem and Zhao Jingfeng is much younger than himself, in his opinion, as long as he can pick up this life, even if it is not impossible to kneel for Zhao Jingfeng.

Zhao Jingfeng stared at the middle-aged man calmly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he slowly put away his sword and stood up, and said in a flat tone: "I'm in a good mood today, I don't want to start the killing ring, in the future, you can do it yourself! Don't let me meet you and you're still doing this business, this is so close to the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, with your strength, it is more than enough to hunt some low-level desolate demons." Dropping this sentence, Zhao Feng strode out of this small alley.

"Yes, yes, we must follow the orders of the hero, and we will never do this in the future. The middle-aged man hurriedly spoke, looking at him like that, as if he didn't dare to disobey Zhao Jingfeng's order.

When Zhao Jingfeng's figure disappeared into the small alley, the middle-aged man took a long breath, stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and now when he recalled the scene of the moment of life and death just now, the middle-aged man felt a burst of fear, just now, his little life was hanging by a thread!

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After leaving the small alley, Zhao Jingfeng crossed several streets and then found a hotel to stay in. At night, Zhao Jingfeng sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a fist-sized white stone in his hand and studying.

"What the hell is this, it looks like stone, but the material is a little different from stone. It's iron, but it's a little different from iron. Staring at the strange white stone in his hand, which was the size of a fast fist but weighed more than a hundred catties, Zhao Jingfeng's face was full of doubts.

At the beginning, it was the strangeness of the two points of light in Zhao Jingfeng's dantian that caused Zhao Jingfeng's interest in this white stone, at that time Zhao Jingfeng also clearly felt that the two points of light in his dantian were unbelievably similar to excitement and happy mood fluctuations, but when he bought this white stone, the two points of light in his dantian fell silent again, returning to the previous state, and now even if he held the white stone in his hand, it could not cause the two points of light in the dantian to move at all。

And for this strange white stone, Zhao Jingfeng also did not know its origin at all, although he had read a lot of ancient Taoist books and ancient books in all aspects in the scripture pavilion of the academy before, but still did not find the slightest news about the white stone.

Zhao Jingfeng took the white stone in his hand and looked at it for a long time, except for learning that this white stone was very hard, there was no other gain. Even if he blistered it with water and burned it with fire, he couldn't make the white stone change at all, and in the end, in desperation, Zhao Jingfeng had no choice but to put the white stone into the storage belt again.

Then Zhao Jingfeng once again observed the two points of light that were one gold and one black in his dantian, and now the situation of these two points of light was the same as in the past, quietly entrenched there, without the slightest movement.

Although these two points of light dwell in Zhao Jingfeng's dantian, Zhao Jingfeng is helpless against it, and he can't even get close, he can only watch from a distance, because around this golden and black two points of light, there is a mysterious power guarding, once Zhao Jingfeng wants to get closer, he will be hindered by this mysterious power, and this mysterious power is very powerful, with Zhao Jingfeng's current ability, he can't break through this power, so an area near the two points of light with one gold and one black is completely forbidden for Zhao Jingfeng。

"Alas!" Zhao Jingfeng sighed secretly, now that such an accident has happened in his dantian, he doesn't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

On this night, Zhao Jingfeng did not cultivate as before, but fell asleep on the bed, he had been away from the Nanming Dynasty for two or three months, and tonight, it was the first time he had slept in these months.

Sleeping, undoubtedly is to replenish the spiritual consciousness consumed too much during the day, and Zhao Jingfeng's spiritual consciousness is already powerful, as long as he does not use the "Spiritual Consciousness Imperial Sword Technique" and the control of Xianlu aura, which are the two abilities that consume too much spiritual consciousness, he can completely go without sleeping for a few days and nights, and in the past, he was cultivating every night, and in the process of cultivation, his spiritual sense can also be quickly recovered, so Zhao Jingfeng has never slept in the past few months, and it will not have any impact on it.

Early the next morning, Zhao Jingfeng got up refreshed, then opened the window to look at the early morning scenery outside, breathed in the fresh morning air, and sighed: "I haven't slept for a few months, and I almost forgot what it was like to sleep, and now I realize that sleeping is so comfortable!"

Subsequently, Zhao Jingfeng settled the account, left the hotel directly, and then went to buy a good horse, rode on the horse and rushed to the place agreed with Wan Lihuo.

The place where the Lihuo Sanji gathered was still the dim hut, and at the same time, this hut was also a common resting place for the eight of them, and a small Sanxiu sect like the Lihuo Sanjiao didn't have enough funds to buy a large area of the house, so they had to live together in this small place.

Before coming to the hut, Zhao Jingfeng fixed the horse rope, and when he was about to knock on the door, the door was suddenly opened, and the door was opened by a thin young man, who did not seem to be much older than Zhao Jingfeng.

Zhao Jingfeng showed a faint smile on his face and said, "Little radish head, is this going out?"

The little radish head smiled and said, "I heard the sound of horses' hooves, so I knew that you were coming, didn't you come to open the door for you!

When Zhao Jingfeng entered the house, he found that everyone was eating breakfast on the table, including those who were separated from the fire, and on the table, a large plate of hot beef was placed.

"Zhao Jingfeng, come and eat together, today is a battle, your stomach must be full, and you will have the strength to fight with the desolate demon later. The Lihuo Sanren stood up from the stool and pulled Zhao Jingfeng to sit down on a stool beside him.

Sun Cheng stuffed a large piece of mutton into his mouth and chewed it heavily, and said vaguely: "Yes! ”

Hearing this, the Lihuo Sanren glared at Sun Cheng, and said angrily: "Sun Cheng, you just hope so much to meet those desolate demons that we can't defeat! ”

"Wan Lihuo! I don't just talk about it! Do you need to take it so seriously, and take out the fourth-order desolate demon to scare me, we haven't entered the depths of the desolate demon mountain range, how can we meet the fourth-order desolate demon!" Sun Cheng said with a little dissatisfaction.

Sitting at the table, Zhao Jingfeng was not polite, picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and said: "Leave the fire and disperse people, Sun Cheng is right, the fourth-order desolate demon is only found in the depths of the desolate demon mountain range, as long as we don't enter the depths of the desolate demon mountain range, it is impossible to meet the fourth-order desolate demon." "In the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, Zhao Jingfeng has been in the mountains for a long time, so he is relatively clear about these things.

"You can't say that. The face of the person who left the fire suddenly became a little serious, his eyes looked around, and he said in a deep voice: " Although we are only operating on the periphery of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, we still can't take it lightly, although the fourth-order desolate demons are generally active in the depths of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, but there are some exceptions, some idle and boring fourth-order desolate demons, or desolate demons who are chased and killed by the same kind, even if they run from the depths of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range to the periphery, it is not impossible for such a thing to be seen in the Soul Treasure Star, and I don't know how many times it has happened. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Jingfeng nodded slightly, he also agreed with the words of the Separated People in his heart, because in the previous Scripture Pavilion of the Academy, he had seen this information from Taoist books and ancient books, and some powerful Desolate Demons who were supposed to stay in the depths of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range would occasionally appear on the periphery of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range.

However, such things only happen very rarely, at least during the time that Zhao Jingfeng stayed in the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, he had never met a fourth-order desolate demon in the periphery, and even a third-order one was rare.