The speed of the Yellow Pond is obviously not slow, but compared to the lightning-fast Yellow Wind Spirit Mouse, it is still far behind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the time of three breaths, even if the strange rat chased behind Huang Chi, a yellow tornado swept towards the Huang Chi who was running for his life with lightning speed, and in an instant, the dead branches and leaves, scattered soil and sand and stones were swept into the sky, bringing a terrifying whining sound.

Huang Chi was worthy of being the master of the swordsman Yaetian, and when the tornado was about to crash behind him, he crossed diagonally and then horizontally, turning over a huge section of dead wood, and actually avoided the risk of the tornado. But in this way, the galloping figure had to stop.

And at this moment, the short body of the strange mouse leaped, locked on Huang Chi's figure, and pounced on him.

"Yikes!"

Huang Chi shouted, and rolled up as he fell to the ground with his head in his hands, obviously the old man's trick just now had already been learned by him. The figure of the strange mouse followed closely after Huang Chi, who fell to the ground and rolled, although he couldn't speak, but he never gave Huang Chi a chance to stand up.

When Huang Chi rolled, he peeked at the strange rat that had been following closely, and couldn't help but secretly complain, saying a thousand things and ten thousand, no matter what, he didn't expect that Meng Xiong would have found such a terrifying helper, if he had known this, he would not have dared to easily tear up the agreement of non-interference and non-aggression, and end up like this.

What should I do? When it comes to the present, we have to live first.

Huang Chi suddenly remembered that when he had just fled to this position, there seemed to be a slope sloping down not far from the right, the hillside was very long, slightly steep, and the tail end did not know where it led. Maybe that slope was his chance to escape.

Thinking of this, Huang Chi's rolling body deviated slightly from the direction and quickly rolled towards the position of the slope, and the natural strange mouse followed step by step.

"Brother Squirrel, there's a slope ahead, don't let him roll down!"

In the time of a few breaths, it was enough for Meng Xiong, Fang Da Protector and the others to kill the five-fold heavenly sword who had escaped the attack of the strange rats, so after taking care of the old man, Nie Feng and the others also quickly caught up, and only then did they break through the intention of the Yellow Pond from the perspective of a bystander.

"Twitter ......"

Obviously, Huang Chi's actions angered the strange rat, if it weren't for Nie Feng's reminder, maybe Huang Chi might really have rolled down the hill directly and escaped from its hands, if such a trick succeeded, the strange rat was afraid that he would run away. Huang Chi's remarks are tantamount to provoking its few wisdoms and dignity.

The figure of the strange mouse followed more tightly, and even put its claws on Huang Chi's neck several times, but the latter also rolled desperately as if he was crazy, and even closed his eyes tightly, and only determined that the direction of the roll was towards the hillside with only a limited sixth sense, which really made the strange mouse helpless for a while.

But it seems that even God doesn't help Huang Chi, Nie Feng can see clearly, in the direction of Huang Chi's desperate rolling, there is a piece of gravel the size of a human head protruding from the ground, if Nie Feng guesses correctly, Huang Chi's head will definitely hit it in the next moment.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, as Nie Feng expected, at this moment, Huang Chi was covering his head and wailing desperately, his palms and arms were full of blood, and in a moment's gap, how could the strange rat let go, a front vertical, even before his limbs touched Huang Chi's body, his sharp mouth was already on Huang Chi's neck.

"Poof!"

"Ahh

The two voices sounded one after another, the teeth of the strange rat finally pierced Huang Chi's neck, the blood was like a small fountain, gushing out, the crazy body and the terrible scream, so that Meng Xiong and the others, who had long been accustomed to killing, unconsciously shivered, and the next moment after a violent convulsion, Huang Chi finally lost his breath.

"Finally dead!"

Nie Feng's voice broke the silence in the air, waking up everyone who had fallen into a stupor of surprise, while the strange rat had already gone to Huang Chi's neck to suck the delicious food.

"Little Brother Nie, in Xia Meng Xiong, I am the leader of the Giant Bear Hunting Group, thank you here!"

After speaking, Meng Xiong bowed deeply to Nie Feng very solemnly, and the Fang Da Protector, Luo Yuan, and the young man who had just been promoted to the sword on the side followed behind Meng Xiong, and they all bent down deeply.

"Meng Tuan is officiating at a heavy ceremony, it's just a gesture!"

Nie Feng hurriedly helped, and he couldn't help but be polite.

"Hehe, Little Brother Nie's efforts have saved us and saved my giant bear group!"

Meng Xiong was in a good mood, and even spoke in high spirits.

"Yes, Brother Nie is the great benefactor of my giant bear group, the group leader, we have to repay it well!

Fang Da Protector is not a person who is not unsmiling, and at this moment, he directly said the feeling of repayment in his heart, and naturally quickly got the support of Meng Xiong, Luo Yuan and others.

Those who should be killed are killed, and the rest of the work of cleaning up the battlefield will naturally be done.

After a while, Luo Yuan smiled and walked over with five long swords, some scattered healing medicines, and a black iron dragon head the size of a palm.

"The group leader, this is Huang Chi's group leader order, with it, the Huang Long Regiment will be better cleaned up, and this, this is the long sword in Huang Chi's hand that sharpens iron like clay. Luo Yuan handed over the black iron dragon head and the long sword.

Meng Xiong stuffed the dragon head back into his arms, stretched out his hand to take the long sword, and looked at it carefully, of course, except that the appearance might be a little more handsome than the ordinary long sword, he couldn't see anything at all.

"Master Meng, can you show me?"

Nie Feng also suddenly became curious about this long sword, and he also wanted to see what kind of sword it was that even a high-grade iron sword was helpless, and even broke it when it was touched.

The size of the long sword is similar to that of the high-grade iron sword, and the weight of the hand is similar, and the tail end is engraved with two words "Feijin", so it seems that the name of this sword is the Feijin Sword.

The sword body was laid flat, and Nie Feng used his ability to enter the essence of the sword.

When his mind sank into the sword body, a huge wall of light suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was a faint golden light on the wall of light.

Isn't this the same as a high-grade iron sword?

Nie Feng's mind did not withdraw from the sword body, but searched for it inch by inch. Since the long sword in his hand can easily cut off the high-grade iron sword, it must have its special features, and the most direct embodiment of the special feature is the organizational texture of the sword body, but the results of the search made Nie Feng very disappointed, the organizational texture of the long sword in his hand is indeed completely consistent with the high-grade iron sword, if you want to say that it is special, it is just more uniform than the golden light of the high-grade iron sword cast by Jin Lao.

"No, I'm sure I'm missing something......"

Nie Feng muttered to himself, and immediately immersed his divine sense into the sword body again, making Meng Xiong and Luo Yuan, who were accompanying him on the side, stunned.

Suddenly, just as Nie Feng's divine sense entered it, a ripple seemed to pass extremely slightly on the pale golden wall of light, and the ripples spanned a large area of the wall of light, like the afterglow caused by water waves, quietly fading into the distance, and when Nie Feng followed the trail carefully, he didn't see anything.

"Is this the ripple?"

Nie Feng's mind suddenly flashed the scene just now, when he used his divine sense to enter the sword body for the first time, he also felt this ripple, but the ripple faded away in an instant, he thought it was caused by his blurred vision, but this time he clearly saw the existence of this ripple.

But why do the ripples disappear?

No, since the ripples exist, they don't disappear for no reason, and there must be some reason for this. Thinking in his heart, Nie Feng withdrew his divine sense again, and then entered again, and sure enough, the ripples appeared again.

"I see!" Nie Feng sighed secretly.

Originally, Jin Lao's spirit into the sword essence had reached the realm of Xiaocheng, so he should have some guidance to Nie Feng, but because Jin Lao himself was also confused to reach this realm, he was almost unable to explain the knowledge in it, and Nie Feng was only self-taught by mistake.

Every time the essence of the sword was used, almost Nie Feng was instantly sent to a wall of light, and for the lines on the wall of light, Nie Feng naturally looked at it very carefully, but as everyone knows, it was the attention that focused too much on the details, and ignored the integrity of the sword itself. It's like if you keep your eyes glued to a picture, what you see may only be a point of the painting, even if you understand the fragrance of the ink in the painting, but it is still difficult to see the painting as it really is.

And only by retreating a certain distance can the whole picture be presented in front of you.

Nie Feng chose to retreat a distance, and only then did he really see clearly, it turned out that there was always a faint ripple floating on the wall of light.

The ripples run through the entire height of the light wall, like water ripples, slowly sweeping from one end of the light wall to the other end from beginning to end, and under the sweep of this ripple, almost all the parallel stripes and the beads between the stripes everywhere they go, are buzzing and vibrating violently, the distance of the parallel stripes is shortened a lot when the tremor is shaken, and the volume of the cylinder is also reduced a lot, and when this wave sweeps, the stripes and the beads return to their original appearance.

He had heard Jin Lao say that even if it is the same high-grade iron sword, its sharpness and toughness will also be different, and the difference between these is to look at the width of the horizontal stripe of the sword body and the size of the middle bead body.

Obviously, it was precisely because of this fluctuation that the sword in front of him was able to reach unimaginable sharpness and strength in a short period of time. It's just that what Nie Feng doesn't understand is, where does this fluctuation come from?

After thinking hard to no avail, Nie Feng had no choice but to shake his head slightly.

Although his sword-casting skills have also been cultivated to the point of a swordsmith, it is easy to forge a low-grade iron sword by himself, but the sword-casting skills are broad and profound, and he still dare not say that he has already started, not to mention that he is now forcing himself to figure out the nature and origin of this extraordinary sword in front of him, he is really overestimating himself.

Raising his head slightly, he saw Meng Xiong and Luo Yuan staring at him in front of him in a daze, and then he suddenly reacted, the thinking just now did treat the two people in front of him as empty things, and the politeness was really a little inconsiderate.

"Hehe, I lost my temper just now, which made the two of you laugh!"

Nie Feng arched his hand slightly, and handed over the long sword in his hand, but was unexpectedly gently blocked by Meng Xiong.

"Hehe, little brother, you have a great kindness to my giant bear group, this long sword should be taken as a thank you gift, I just hope that the little brother will not be polite!"

Meng Xiong was so generous, which made Nie Feng a little embarrassed, and he just wanted to excuse himself, but he was blocked by Luo Yuan's words.

"Brother Nie, this is also a little bit of our group leader's heart, if you refuse, you will look down on us!"

Luo Yuan's words directly made Nie Feng dare not accept it.

"This ...... Okay, I'm welcome, so thank you to Master Meng!"

Nie Feng has just reached the realm of the swordsman Yizhongtian, these days, he has seen clearly, the swordsman Yizhongtian is really the existence at the bottom of the kendo cultivation, if he wants to become stronger, if he wants to protect his relatives, if he wants to become a real master, his road is still far and difficult in the future, so it is one point to be able to improve one point in terms of strength, and this flying gold sword is an excellent weapon to improve his strength.

In fact, Nie Feng didn't know that it was the flying gold sword in his hand just now that made his ability to enter the sword essence finally rise to the realm of Xiaocheng.