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The speed of the two people has exceeded the speed of sound, and there is no sound in their ears, because the speed of the sound can no longer keep up with the two of them.

The masked monk's speed was also very fast, but after all, he didn't have the perverted body like Xiang Qing, so he could only ensure that he followed closely and didn't get thrown off.

If it weren't for Xiang Qing's injury at this time, and his speed couldn't reach its peak, perhaps, the masked monk would be easily thrown off by them.

With the onset of the effects of several healing pills, Xiang Qing felt that his body began to slowly improve, and he slowly radiated his mental power.

At the same time, he took out a jade bottle from the rebellion, this jade bottle, he once put the white jade beads with healing effects in it, and even filled it with a bottle of water.

Xiang Qing hadn't taken out this white jade bead for a long time, and the water inside had now become viscous and milky white, so Xiang Qing took a small sip very carefully.

The milky white viscous liquid ran down Xiang Qing's throat, giving Xiang Qing a sweet feeling, and then, the liquid completely dispersed in his body, moisturizing his injured internal organs.

The white jade beads have been immersed in water for many days, and the medicinal effect of this medicinal liquid is amazing, Xiang Qing feels that his own injury, under the effect of this medicinal liquid, is recovering quickly.

Moreover, during the period of time when Xiang Qing was seriously injured and escaping, the mysterious spiritual power light cluster in his body overflowed with a trace of golden spiritual power, which merged into his limbs and bones.

This golden spiritual power is very magical, directly integrated into every cell of his body, making the pain in his body disappear and more comfortable.

At the same time, the body's absorption of medicinal power was more thorough, and even the big wound on his arm began to heal, and new flesh could be seen growing, which was amazing.

In the end, he felt as if his injuries were completely healed, and a large part of this was due to the effect of the golden spiritual power in his body.

At the same time, Xiang Qing felt that his body was getting stronger and stronger, and his strength had increased greatly compared to before, and now if he wanted to resist the knife again, he believed that he would definitely not be as embarrassed as before.

Many means were used together, Xiang Qing's injuries were completely recovered, back to the peak, and even more refined, he felt that he was now stronger than ever, and he was no longer afraid of those people.

Expanding his spiritual power to the maximum extent again, Xiang Qing unexpectedly found that the masked monk was the only one following him now.

"Monk of the Backfire Sect, is that all you want to kill me?" Xiang Qing's eyes shot a cold light, like a substantial electric light hitting the canopy of the tree in front of him, causing it to shake for a while.

"A person dares to chase me down here, do you really think I'm easy to provoke?" Xiang Qing was moved with murderous intent, especially after knowing that the masked monk was the Backfire Sect, he made up his mind to get rid of him.

Because Xiang Qing didn't have a good impression of the Backfire Sect.

Once, in the Shenglong Valley, the disciples of the Backfire Sect directly regarded him as a prey, and a group of people hunted in it, without taking their lives in their eyes at all.

If it weren't for Xiang Qing's presence, the Bamboo Qing Sect of Shenglong Valley would inevitably be completely wiped out by the Backfire Sect that time, and in the end, the Backfire Sect itself would be wiped out, so the hatred for Xiang Qing was very high.

Moreover, Huang Qian's spiritual weapon, the iron fan, is still in the process of slashing against Xiang Qing, it is estimated that this masked monk knows this, so he has been chasing Xiang Qing so far.

"Everyone thinks of me as a moving treasure house, but I just want them to know that the treasure house can also kill!" Xiang Qing stopped, and he quietly appeared in an open space, waiting for the masked monk.

The masked monk had been following closely at the edge of his spiritual power perception, and it was not too far, his speed was very fast, and he had already reached Xiang Qing's front in a few breaths.

"Are you waiting for me?" Huang Feiheng stopped in front of Xiang Qing, the flame on his feet quietly extinguished, it was precisely because of the blessing of the flame that he could have such a fast speed.

Huang Feiheng was wearing a black square scarf, and his voice was very low, showing a kind of calmness and confidence.

"Do you want this?" Xiang Qing stared at Huang Feiheng, he took out the iron fan he had snatched from Huang Qian's hand from the rebellion, and waved it in front of Huang Feiheng.

Huang Feiheng's obvious eyes lit up, he clenched his hands into fists, he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, his face began to be full of smiles, and he said very easily: "You are very good, not only strong, but also very smart." ”

I have to say that Huang Feiheng is very strong, Xiang Qing can see it in his previous moves, and the wound on Xiang Qing's arm before is due to him.

Xiang Qing knew very well that Huang Feiheng had not used all his strength before, after all, he was a monk of the Backfire Sect, and the Backfire that belonged to him had not yet been used.

"I'm not smart because I'm not going to give it to you. Xiang Qing knew what Huang Feiheng meant by being smart, he shook his head, and then put the iron fan into the rebellion.

"Then you just want to die!" Hearing Xiang Qing's words, Huang Feiheng's eyes turned gloomy and cold, and he held his long sword in his hand.

"You don't have to pretend to be a ghost, for fear of being seen by others, for fear that stealing my things will attract a siege, because ...... You will die!" Xiang Qing also took out his double hammer, his eyes were solemn, and his words were full of murderous intent: "Today, I will kill you against the ranks!"

"Hmph, killing you is like killing a dog!" Huang Feiheng's long sword reversed, and the spiritual power on it was shining, and at the same time, it was also attached to a layer of flames unique to the Backfire Sect, making his long sword even more mysterious.

The momentum on Xiang Qing's body is also not weaker than Huang Feiheng, although he has only cultivated the strength of the late stage of the Spirit Realm, it will also be like a big river rushing in his body.

At the same time, Xiang Qing ran Tai Chi, at this time, the killing intent on his body was awe-inspiring, boom, the spiritual power in his body accelerated again, and his Tai Chi once again entered that mysterious realm.

His strength was blessed, and Xiang Qing maintained this mysterious state this time, the blessing did not disappear, and all the functions of his body were improved.

Xiang Qing swung the double hammer, and at this moment, his heart was full of confidence, and he felt that nothing could stop him.

"With a little means, it seems that if I kill you, I will gain a lot!"

Huang Feiheng muttered to himself, and at the same time, his whole person seemed to be on fire, the flames were rising, the scene was gorgeous, and it was very unreal.