readx;??“ Sanren, now that there are a lot of people in the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, there are not many left, and Zhao Jingfeng's strength seems to be much stronger than we imagined, I heard a few days ago that several martial kings died in the hands of Zhao Jingfeng, do you think we should give up this mission!" said in a somewhat solemn tone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As soon as the man's voice fell, someone said: "Yes, Sanren, although we have not met Zhao Jingfeng, we have found at least hundreds of corpses along the way, and many of them even died in the same place. ”

"And judging from the appearance, many of them are acquaintances in Cili City, almost all of them have the strength of martial spirits, since Zhao Jingfeng can kill a team composed of martial spirit level masters, then his strength is probably at least up to the Martial King! Even if we face him, we may not be able to capture him, but there will be losses due to this, if the situation is serious, even if the whole army is destroyed, it is not impossible to do so. ”

Hearing these words, the heavy faces of more than a dozen middle-aged men couldn't help but become a little thicker again, these thoughts, they had all circled in their minds, originally thought that if they wanted to capture Zhao Jingfeng alive with a team of at least a dozen middle-level martial arts people, it would be an effortless thing at all, after all, such a lineup would have a lot of strength even in the face of the Martial King, and the news given by the Feixu family clearly stated that Zhao Jingfeng only had the strength of a martial artist, at most it was only a martial spirit, so when they came, they didn't put Zhao Jingfeng in their eyes at all。

But as he stayed in the Desolate Demon Mountain Range day by day, the rumors about Zhao Jingfeng became more and more powerful, especially recently, and there were even rumors that several powerhouses of the Martial King rank had died in the hands of Zhao Jingfeng. Although more than a dozen of them didn't believe such shocking news, as they continued to walk around the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, the corpses they encountered finally shook their self-confidence.

Now, more than a dozen of them have also fallen into an embarrassing situation where it is difficult to ride a tiger, and they want to continue to capture Zhao Jingfeng, but they are worried that they are not Zhao Jingfeng's opponents, and they want to withdraw from the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, but they are unwilling, after all, the reward of this 10,000 red gold ingots is really too exciting for them.

"Sanren, let's give up this mission! We've been walking all the way in the past few days, isn't the corpse that can be seen at any time enough to prove a fact! If we really meet Zhao Jingfeng, even if we all go together, it will definitely not be his opponent, and if we don't make it, all of us will die here. A middle-aged man with a black scar on his face said in a deep voice, with a faint hint of timidity in his eyes.

"I support Chen Sheng's proposal, scatter people, this 10,000 red gold ingots is certainly a lot of money, but we also have to be famous to spend it, if we throw our lives here, even if we have more money, it will not be blessed to enjoy it!"

Listening to the words of these people, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face and a resolute face nodded slightly, and said, "Okay! Now I announce that everyone will immediately withdraw from the Desolate Demon Mountain Range." ”

Hearing this, more than a dozen people immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then the tense looks on their faces couldn't help but relax.

"It's too late to leave now!"

However, before everyone could be happy, a crisp voice came from not far away.

The sudden voice made the faces of more than a dozen middle-aged men change.

"Whoever is there, come out for me. The middle-aged man with a scar on his face immediately stood up from the ground and shouted. At the same time, more than a dozen middle-aged men also stood up from the ground, staring at the direction from which the voice came from with fierce eyes.

Immediately, I saw a man in animal skin slowly walk out from behind a large tree, this person had long black hair, was bound behind him by a straw rope, and his face was covered with dirt, like a little cat, and he could not see his face at all.

The fierce eyes of more than a dozen big men converged on this man in animal skin, and the middle-aged man with a scar on his face shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you!"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the face of the man in animal skin, but this smile was a little gloomy under the cover of the dark face: "I am the person you are looking for." ”

Hearing this, more than a dozen big men showed a trace of confusion in their eyes, but they reacted immediately, and their faces all changed drastically.

"You...... You...... Are you Zhao Jingfeng? A big man hissed, a look of panic and disbelief on his face.

The man in animal skin on the other side nodded slowly, and said with a smile, "Yes, I am Zhao Jingfeng." ”

The faces of more than a dozen big men suddenly became exciting, everyone, look at me, I look at you, no one thought that Zhao Jingfeng, who they had been looking for for several days before, would take the initiative to appear in front of them when they were about to withdraw from the Desolate Demon Mountain Range.

If such a scene had happened a few days ago, more than a dozen of them would definitely be extremely excited to surround Zhao Jingfeng without the slightest hesitation, but at this moment......

For a while, more than a dozen people felt a bitterness in their hearts.

"Hand over all the demon pills in your hands, I can let you go, if not, then there is only one way to die, give you a cup of tea time to consider. Without waiting for more than a dozen people to speak, Zhao Jingfeng spoke. Although his tone was flat, listening to the ears of the dozen or so people, their hearts became heavy.

More than a dozen people looked at each other, and then the man with the scar said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency Zhao Jingfeng, as soon as you open your mouth, you will ask for all the demon pills on our body, you must have gone too far! After all, these demon pills are extremely difficult for us to obtain, and almost every one of them was obtained by risking our lives to fight with the desolate demons. The scarred man's tone was extremely unwilling. Now, after hearing the rumor that Zhao Jingfeng had killed several Martial King rank masters, the scar man gave up the idea of being an enemy of Zhao Jingfeng in his heart.

Zhao Jingfeng smiled coldly and said, "I can't care about this, the time for a cup of tea will soon come, if you are still unwilling to hand over the demon pill, then don't blame me." ”

Hearing this, the faces of more than a dozen big men became ugly, and the man with the scar hesitated slightly, then stepped forward and said, "Your Excellency Zhao Jingfeng, if you can defeat me within five moves, we will hand over the demon pill, otherwise, we would rather fight for a jade stone than compromise." ”

Zhao Jingfeng's bland eyes flashed with a gleam, and he carefully looked at the man with the scar, and said, "Okay, I'll defeat you within five moves." With that, the strong spiritual power in his right hand surged out, quickly condensing into a long sword that was four feet long and two fingers wide.

"You stand back!" The middle-aged man waved his hand, and then he also sacrificed his natal soul treasure, which was a two-handed giant sword.

Seeing that Zhao Jingfeng and Sanren were about to make a move, the dozen or so big men also retreated far away, and a pair of eyes stared at Zhao Jingfeng's scarred man without blinking.

The man with the scar held the giant sword in both hands tightly, staring at Zhao Jingfeng with fierce eyes, but the expression on his face was solemn, whether he could keep the demon pill in their hands depended on this battle.

Although it was almost impossible for the Martial King to defeat a high-level martial spirit within five moves, the scar man saw that Zhao Jingfeng agreed so readily, and his heart suddenly fell to the ground, so although he only needed to insist on five moves in Zhao Jingfeng's hands, this was also a lot of pressure for the middle-aged man.

Moreover, he was still worried in his heart that Zhao Jingfeng would agree so readily, whether he would take this opportunity to get rid of himself so as to reduce Party B's strength. Although he has such an idea, but he doesn't dare to do anything, he has to give it a try, among them, of course, there is the idea of wanting to keep his demon pill, and at the same time, the scar man also wants to see Zhao Jingfeng's strength, to see how strong such a young person is, whether it is really as powerful as the rumors say, and he can kill the master of the Martial King rank at the age of only twenty.

Looking at the solemn expression on the scar man's face, Zhao Jingfeng smiled slightly, stretched out his hand slightly, and said, "Please!"

The man with the scar was not polite, and a strong spiritual power burst out from the giant sword, rushing towards Zhao Jingfeng with light steps.

Zhao Jingfeng's body turned into an afterimage, and he met the middle-aged man at an extremely fast speed, and the Yan Xi sword in his hand turned into a silver-white light with a sharp sword qi, stabbing out like lightning.

Looking at Zhao Jingfeng's lightning-fast sword, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly, and then the two-handed giant sword in his hand suddenly swung down, slashing towards the Yan Xi sword that Zhao Jingfeng stabbed.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound of steel, two magic weapons that were completely inconsistent in volume collided violently in mid-air, and strong qi burst out, turning into a wave of wind and raging towards the surroundings.

As soon as the two magic weapons collided together, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and from this thin long sword, which was only two fingers wide, suddenly came a powerful strength that did not match its physical strength at all, and the hands that shook his hands holding the giant sword were numb.

"With a sword in one hand, you can compete with me, and it seems that the rumors are true. The scar man secretly exclaimed in his heart.

However, just as the scar man had just had the idea of turning shares in his mind, Zhao Jingfeng's second sword stabbed again, and the speed was even faster than before.

The scarred man's face was extremely solemn, Zhao Jingfeng's sword was extremely fast, and he didn't give him any extra time to prepare, and then he forcibly endured the sour feeling from his arm, and raised the giant sword in front of him to resist the Yan Xi sword stabbed by Zhao Jingfeng.

When Yan Xi's sword stabbed on the giant sword of the scar man in front of him, a force that was even more terrifying than before was transmitted, and the scar man's footsteps staggered back uncontrollably, and the hands holding the giant sword couldn't help but tremble twice.

"You've already lost!"

Just when the scarred man had just stabilized his figure, a faint voice came from the front, and when the middle-aged man reacted, his face instantly turned pale, without a trace of blood, and on his forehead, there were even more fine beads of sweat.

I saw that in front of him, a thin and narrow long sword that shimmered with a cold glow had stopped firmly in front of him at some point, and the tip of the sword had just reached his throat.

The man with the scar looked at the long sword that stopped in front of his throat in disbelief, and for a while, he was speechless.

Such a scene made the dozen or so big men who stood behind the scar man and watched the battle also full of disbelief, and their eyes were full of dull expressions, looking at the long sword that gently touched the scar man's throat, and they were speechless in shock.

"This is the third move, you lose!"

Retracting Yan Xijian, Zhao Jingfeng looked at the scarred man in front of him calmly, and his tone was very calm.

Three moves! Zhao Jingfeng only used three moves to defeat a high-level martial spirit.

The man with the scar quickly came back to his senses, looked at Zhao Jingfeng with some horror, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling tone: "Okay...... Good fast sword. ”

A faint smile appeared on Zhao Jingfeng's face, and he said, "Now you should know how to do it!"

The man with the scar quickly calmed down, and looked at Zhao Jingfeng deeply, although Zhao Jingfeng's face was covered with dirt, so that he couldn't see Zhao Jingfeng's appearance, but in his eyes, he could still see Zhao Jingfeng's young face.

The man with the scar withdrew his two-handed giant sword, bowed his hand slightly to Zhao Jingfeng, and said, "Thank you for your mercy." Then the scar man turned his head to look at the dozen or so big men behind him, sighed secretly, and said helplessly: "Everyone take out all the demon pills on your body!"

Hearing this, the dozen or so big men hesitated slightly, and then they all took out all the demon pills in the storage belt with a bitter face, and visited them on the ground one by one.

After watching the battle between Zhao Jingfeng and the scar man, they also knew in their hearts that as long as Zhao Jingfeng did not take their lives, it would be considered a special mercy to them, otherwise, according to the strength that Zhao Jingfeng had just shown, even if all of them went together, the final page would only end up with the destruction of the entire army. Because, as the strongest scattered person in their team, they can't make five moves in Zhao Jingfeng's hands, let alone them.

The man with the scar took out a pocket from his storage belt, first put his demon pill into the pocket, and then without Zhao Jingfeng's instructions, he took the initiative to step forward and put all the demon pills in the mouth of the dozen people into this pocket, and finally handed the pocket to Zhao Jingfeng, looked at the bag full of demon pills with a little nostalgia, and said in a low voice: "All the demon pills on our bodies are all here." ”