readx;?? Sima Nan looked at Zhao Jingfeng with a somewhat complicated gaze, and paused for a moment on the blood-stained Yan Xi Sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand, his expression was decadent, and he said weakly: "Everyone take out all the demon pills in their hands!" Your Excellency Zhao Jingfeng is already merciful to us, otherwise, you will not only be injured. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

This time, no one was unconvinced, and the faces of more than a dozen people were full of decadence, and they silently took out all the demon pills in their storage belts, and then piled them on the ground.

After the battle just now, all of them understood in their hearts that even if they were more than a dozen people together, they were not the opponent of the young man in front of them, and the speed of that long sword was so fast that even if they resisted it with all their might, they could only support it for a few rounds and could not parry.

Each of these dozen or so martial spirits has a lot of demon pills on their bodies, although there are few third-order ones, but there are quite a few first- and second-order ones.

"Zhao Jingfeng, here is already all the demon pills on our body, now we can go!" Sima Nan's face was not very good-looking, and he said in a deep voice.

Zhao Jingfeng glanced at the small pile of demon pills on the ground, and couldn't help but show a smile on his face, and said: "If you take it out earlier, it's not like there's nothing left, okay, although I, Zhao Jingfeng, don't dare to call myself a righteous man and a gentleman, but I am also a person who keeps my promises, you all go!"

Sima Nan and the others looked at the small pile of demon pills on the ground for a while, showing a look of reluctance in their eyes, and then sighed helplessly, and left here with a sense of loss. Although there are not many of these demon pills, they have been in stock for more than ten years!

"Remember, I don't want to see you come against me again, otherwise, I will never leave the slightest affection, and you better leave the Desolate Demon Mountain Range. ”

Just a few steps after a dozen people walked, Zhao Jingfeng's flat voice came from behind him.

Hearing this, Sima Nan and the others were all slightly stunned, but no one said anything, and soon disappeared into the dense jungle.

Zhao Jingfeng put away Yan Xi's sword, slowly stepped forward to the pile of demon pills, bent down and put all these demon pills into the storage belt, this small pile of demon pills is estimated to have more than two hundred, most of them are first- and second-order, and the number of third-order demon pills is less than twenty.

After putting all these demon pills into the storage belt, Zhao Jingfeng straightened up without hurrying, a sneer appeared on his face, and suddenly said: "Fellow Daoist, I've been here for so long, I've seen enough, shouldn't I come out too." ”

"Hahahaha......"

As soon as Zhao Jingfeng's words fell, a loud laugh sounded in the forest, and then, I saw a gray figure shooting like lightning, and finally landed steadily on the ground twenty meters away from Zhao Jingfeng.

The person who came was an old man, who looked estimated to be fifty or sixty years old, the old man's face was full of red light, a pair of bright eyes were bright, and the long hair mixed with a little silver on his back was scattered on his shoulders, looking a little downtrodden, the old man was wearing a gray robe, and his figure was taller than Zhao Jingfeng, although he was standing there so usually, but Zhao Jingfeng felt an invisible pressure enveloping him.

Facing this old man, Zhao Jingfeng didn't dare to take it lightly, his face became a little solemn, a pair of eyes stared at the old man tightly, and said slowly: "Martial King!"

The old man smiled: "Little doll, I didn't expect you to be able to see the strength of the old man, not bad, not bad, indeed good, it seems that you do have some strength, and you can't even catch the old thing of the Flying Tiger." ”

Zhao Jingfeng took a deep breath, although he had already guessed that there was a great chance that there would be a master of the Martial King rank who would not resist the temptation of the 10,000 red gold ingots to deal with him, but he didn't expect to be met by himself so soon. However, there was no fear in Zhao Jingfeng's heart, although his strength now did not dare to say that he could defeat the masters of the Martial King rank, but he was still a little confident in self-preservation.

At the same time, Zhao Jingfeng's heart was also secretly glad for a while, fortunately, he had the foresight and had already improved his strength from the martial artist to the martial spirit level, otherwise, according to his original strength, facing the masters of the martial king rank, there was only the choice to escape.

Facing a martial king, although Zhao Jingfeng felt a great pressure, he quickly calmed down, and a pair of flat eyes quietly looked at the old man opposite without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and said, "Old man, did you also come to arrest me because of the temptation of this ten thousand red gold ingots?"

"The little doll asked knowingly, I won't talk nonsense with you, old man, are you obediently going with me! The old man looked at Zhao Jingfeng with a relaxed face, and didn't take Zhao Jingfeng in his eyes at all.

Zhao Jingfeng snorted coldly, and then Yan Xi's sword flashed with silver light and slowly emerged from his right hand, Zhao Jingfeng held the sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and said proudly: "It's never my Zhao Jingfeng's style of doing things, old man, let me learn your tricks!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jingfeng's body turned into a ghost, leaving behind the remnants of the Dao, rushing towards the old man at an extremely fast speed, and the distance of just twenty meters crossed in the blink of an eye, and the Yan Xi Sword in Zhao Jingfeng's hand was wrapped in a layer of hazy sword light, turning into a silver-white light and stabbing towards the old man's throat.

The look of indifference in the old man's expression disappeared in an instant, and he became a little dignified, and the powerful spiritual power on his palm surged out, instantly forming a one-foot-long dagger, and the dagger flashed with a compelling cold glow towards Yan Xijian.

Yan Xijian and the dagger in the old man's hand collided together in mid-air, making a crisp sound, and then a strong spiritual power aftermath centered on the two magic weapons, forming a circle of visible spiritual energy ripples spread to the surroundings, all of them were affected by this spiritual energy ripples, and many of the surrounding weeds suddenly broke inch by inch, and when the ripples formed by this spiritual power spread to the ground, the soft soil on the ground was pressed and sank a little.

A slight muffled sound came from between Zhao Jingfeng's throat, and then Zhao Jingfeng's body retreated a distance of several meters uncontrollably, and with each step, he stepped on a deep footprint on the ground.

"The strength of the Martial King is really strong, I didn't expect my strength to reach the Martial Spirit level, and there is still such a big gap between me and the Martial King. Zhao Jingfeng secretly said in his heart, this time he was stiff with the old man, and he obviously fell into the disadvantage. After all, this time it was completely with the strength of spiritual power to stiffen the neck, with the strength of Zhao Jingfeng's general promotion to martial spirit, how could he be the opponent of the old man.

However, Zhao Jingfeng had a hint of joy in his heart, from this head-on collision with the old man, he realized more clearly how big the gap between his current strength and the Martial King was, which made him feel a lot calmer.

On the other hand, the old man on the other side had a more solemn look on his face, staring at Zhao Jingfeng with a serious face, and said in a deep voice: "The little doll is not simple! It seems that if you want to catch you, the old man will have to work hard." ”

Zhao Jingfeng showed a sneer on his face and said, "I'm afraid that even if you try your best, it will be impossible to capture me." ”

The old man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he sneered: "The little doll is really good at talking, let the old man meet you well today and see how capable you are." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger in the old man's hand suddenly burst out with a strong spiritual power, submerging the entire dagger in it, and then the old man's figure flashed, and suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Jingfeng in a very strange way, the dagger cut through the air with surging spiritual power, and stabbed straight towards Zhao Jingfeng's heart.

In the face of a martial king, Zhao Jingfeng did not dare to take it lightly, the spiritual power in his body was running at full strength, all of which were gathered on Yan Xi's sword, and with the sudden swing of his right arm, Yan Xi's sword always left a vague sword shadow in mid-air, colliding with the dagger stabbed by the old man.

Suddenly, an aftermath of aura that was even stronger than before erupted, raging in all directions, the soil on the ground was flying, the smoke and dust were all over the sky, and the aftermath of the strong spiritual power wrung some of the weeds around one after another, and countless plant powders flew in mid-air.

After the blow, Zhao Jingfeng's figure once again took a few steps back uncontrollably, but the old man didn't have anything, he chased after Zhao Jingfeng, his body shook slightly, and he dodged to Zhao Jingfeng at a very fast speed, and the dagger in his hand stabbed towards Zhao Jingfeng's heart again.

Zhao Jingfeng's body twisted slightly, and the dagger almost stabbed his clothes, and then, Yan Xi's sword suddenly turned into a sword shadow and shrouded the old man, in just a short moment, Zhao Jingfeng stabbed out more than ten swords at a very fast speed, each sword was very accurate to the old man's vital points.

The old man retracted the dagger like lightning, and the foot-long dagger was swung into an afterimage by him, resisting Zhao Jingfeng's attacking sword moves.

"Dingdingding......"

With the sound of a dense magic weapon collision, Yan Xijian and the dagger in the old man's hand had collided more than ten times in just a moment, and the dense sound seemed to be connected into a line.

Then, the old man's figure retreated a little embarrassed, at this moment, the gray shirt he wore was no longer as intact as before, there were several cracks on the chest, but there was no blood flowing out, and behind the old man, there were a few strands of hair slowly falling to the ground, and if you looked closely, the slightly messy hair behind the old man was already shorter than before.

On the other side, Zhao Jingfeng didn't look much better than the old man, although he didn't suffer any damage, but his face was sickly pale.

Looking at the cracks that appeared on his clothes, the old man's face became a little gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't know how to lift, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

Zhao Jingfeng smiled coldly, "There are many martial spirits who have died under my sword, but there has never been a martial king who has died under my Yan Xi sword, today, you will be the first." ”

"Arrogance!" the old man was furious, and he stopped talking nonsense, and rushed towards Zhao Jingfeng again.

Zhao Jingfeng was not afraid at all, and rushed over with the Yan Xi sword in his hand, and the two fought fiercely together again.

This time, Zhao Jingfeng fully exerted his own advantages, and used his mysterious and unpredictable body to maneuver with the old man, while Yan Xi's sword turned into a sword shadow and constantly stabbed at the old man, and for the old man's attack, Zhao Jingfeng tried his best to avoid it, and never collided with the old man's natal soul treasure.

The dagger in the old man's hand flew up and down under his flexible control, and the use of this dagger The old man had reached the point of perfection, and a dagger was used by him superbly, and it could always be stabbed out like lightning inadvertently, and all the moves were stabbed to Zhao Jingfeng's heart.

The figures of the two of them shuttled quickly in the field, and the strong wind driven by the rapidly moving bodies had gradually turned into a strong wind, blowing the weed powder that had fallen on the ground around them to flutter away again.

Although the figures of the two are constantly staggered back and forth, but under the deliberate control of Zhao Jingfeng, the magic weapons in the hands of the two of them rarely collide together, and the old man is more and more depressed, and finally he only feels a belly full of fire, his strength is obviously stronger than the other party, but the other party has a temporary advantage in speed, and the reaction is also very fast, resulting in the fact that he has no way to take the other party for a while, and several times, with the strength of his martial king, he was forced to be in a hurry by the fast and terrifying sword, and he was almost in danger of hanging by a thread。

"Little doll, if you are a man, you will have a happy battle with the old man, what's the point of fighting like this. After fighting again for a moment, the old man finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted.

Hearing this, Zhao Jingfeng showed a sneer on his face and said, "It is an unwise choice to use my own shortcomings and strengths, do you think I will be so stupid?"

The old man was speechless for a moment, and then stopped talking, the intense murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the movements in his hands became even faster, and the dagger moves were all stabbing towards Zhao Jingfeng's vital point, obviously deciding to kill him.

Sensing that the old man did not have the slightest intention of showing mercy to his subordinates, Zhao Jingfeng's eyes also flashed with a cold light, and the speed of the sword suddenly increased, twice as fast as before, and the sword shadows in the sky overlapped together, and it seemed that the entire space was covered with countless sword shadows, and it was impossible to distinguish the virtual and the real at all.

With Zhao Jingfeng's full strength, the pressure on the old man suddenly increased greatly, although he had the strength of a martial king, and his speed was not slow, but he still couldn't compare with Zhao Jingfeng, and he was soon forced by Zhao Jingfeng to be in a hurry.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, in the shadow of the sword in the sky, a long sword full of sharp sword qi suddenly came, and before the old man could react, the sharp blade cut the wrist of the old man's right hand.