Chapter Forty-Eight: Life Hangs by a Thread

Seeing this, Jing Ziru couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, no matter what a genius you are!

How do you know? Dozens of wind arrows had already quietly condensed behind him, and as soon as he relaxed slightly, he shot straight like an arrow from the string, piercing into the muscles and bones, and the red blood stains bloomed in the air like red cherry blossoms, bit by bit, falling into the world. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jun didn't say anything, pursed the corners of his mouth lightly, and at the moment when he fell to the ground, he dragged his body with the wind, and took dozens of steps back in a row and hit a tree trunk before he could stabilize his body.

There was a loud bang on his stomach, and Jing Ziru fell down.

Jun Wuyan endured the severe pain, pulled out the sword inserted into his abdomen, drenched in blood, he held the hilt of the sword hard, and then the child carried the power of water into the wound in his abdomen, and another cold stinging pain, sweat fell from his forehead.

And one more!

A stronger existence than this sword-wielding man! At least it's the first sea realm double!

After stepping into the First Sea Realm, each level is extremely difficult, requiring a high level of talent, understanding, and tenacity.

Jun Weiyan looked at the young man walking towards him step by step in the distance, holding the silver spear in both hands, and his steps were steady and powerful!

"I really didn't expect you to be a little doll!" Xi Yingfei smiled kindly.

Jun didn't say anything and was on guard, but he was a little tired and panting.

"If I hadn't seen you, I would have been able to imagine that a young boy had actually reached the fourth level of the Spirit Formation Realm! What's even more incredible was that he could even leapfrog and kill a martial artist of the First Sea Realm!" Xi Yingfei walked to Jing Ziru's side and looked down at the man lying in a pool of blood.

Jing Ziru did not die, but was seriously injured and unable to move, and his eyes still showed disbelief. He wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, bright red blood bubbled out.

"Brother, go in peace! I'll let this little imp bury you. After Xi Yingfei finished speaking, he raised his spear and stabbed it into Jing Ziru's heart!

"He's just seriously injured, and he can still be saved!" Jun Weiyan frowned and said with some displeasure.

Xi Yingfei shrugged his shoulders and pulled out his spear and said: "The dantian has fallen, the sea of qi has dissipated, and it is a waste to be rescued!" He said in a tone as if he was discussing that the weather was a little bad today, and the sun was not out.

Jun Weiyan felt a chill in his heart, the realm of the man in front of him was one weight lower than Zhao Shi, but the child's instinctive feeling was that he was more difficult to deal with than Zhao Shi!

This is just a gut feeling from Jun Weiyan!

And Xi Yingfei is dressed in a red and black robe, his posture is as tall as a pine, and he looks quite masculine and upright, not like that kind of indifferent person at all. He walked towards Jun Weiyan like a leisurely stroll, step by step, without hurry.

There was no murderous aura on his body, and his gaze was also soft.

Jun Weiyan sang in a low voice, and dozens of wind blades flew straight at Xi Ying, and with a wave of Xi Yingfei's spear, the true qi that was running showed a faint yellow, like a layer of blades, cutting away the oncoming wind arrows.

"I'm not the fool you've defeated! Xi Yingfei said with a smile.

"But standing and waiting for death is not my style!" Jun said fearlessly.

Xi Yingfei nodded and said, "You're very interesting, maybe I can not kill you?"

"No need!" Jun Weiyan said coldly, and a circle of wind currents blew around his body, getting bigger and bigger, forming a small hurricane, blowing towards Xi Yingfei, menacing, rolling up a place of sand and gravel. Xi Yingfei lifted his true qi and ran towards Jun Wuyan, his steps were light, and he stepped on the ground silently, as if he wanted to avoid the hurricane that slaughtered this little mage, and the little mage's skills in controlling the wind element were excellent, and his body shape moved there, and the hurricane would follow there, if it weren't for his agile pace and fast speed, he would have been encircled a long time ago!

It's really not an ordinary little mage!" Xi Yingfei sighed in his heart. Just a slight distraction, the hurricane has followed in front of him, he immediately flew up the tree, and then jumped in the direction of the child, it was not easy to think of it, but suddenly a few more wind arrows in front of him came towards his head door nail, Xi Ying flew busy with a backflip, his body was still pierced twice, blood flowed, and then he was swept into the hurricane!

In the center of the hurricane, it was like being cut by countless knives, and the wound was not deep, but after only staying for a short time, he felt that it was very difficult!

Xi Yingfei couldn't calm down now, his guns shook, and his strong true qi broke through the shackles of the hurricane and rushed towards the child.

Jun Weiyan frowned, his wind prison couldn't even trap this martial artist for three breaths!

He is definitely much more powerful than Zhao Shi!

With a wind shield in his hand, he seemed to want to block Xi Yingfei's gun, but Jun's unspoken defense was like a void in Xi Yingfei's eyes, and the gun penetrated the child's shoulder as soon as it came out.

The wind shield dissipated without a trace.

"You can hurt me, you're very powerful!" he kicked the child to the ground.

Jun Wuyan endured the pain in his body, and struggled to get up, his body swaying slightly.

Xi Yingfei sighed, very surprised by the child's tenacity!

"It's very unusual for you to arrive!" After speaking, the spear stabbed at the child again, Jun Weiyan hurriedly took advantage of the wind and dodged with him, and with a kick of his hind foot, he opened the distance between him, and more than a dozen wind blades condensed and formed again, and shot towards Xi Ying!

"I've told you that this trick is useless!, or is there not much spiritual power left?" Xi Yingfei's spear smashed the wind blade, tilting his head and saying to Jun Weiyan.

Jun Weiyan raised his head and looked at Xi Yingfei and nodded noncommittally.

Xi Yingfei was amused by his honest appearance, smiled and said, "Do you think I will believe it?"

After speaking, as soon as the gun came out, it stabbed the child's chest like an arrow from the string, and the child hurriedly jumped into the air, but Xi Yingfei was already in the air, stretched out his foot, and stepped on Jun Weiyan on the ground.

The back of his head hit the ground, and the leader was dizzy, and he wanted to fight back, but he had no strength.

Xi Yingfei grabbed his throat with his hand and twisted Jun Weiyan off the ground.

"Come, see what other tricks there are, continue to use them!" Xi Yingfei said to the child with the qualifications of a winner, and his fingers began to slowly retract the cage.

Yes, this martial artist is completely different from what he has seen before, he is calm and does not underestimate his opponent! But! His words seem to be a bit much! Jun Weiyan is thinking, if he encounters an enemy weaker than himself in the future, he must not talk too much nonsense with him! It is really inhumane to directly kill a hundred and let other people's ears be destroyed!

He was now very uncomfortable being choked by his throat and couldn't breathe, and his two little hands instinctively grabbed Xi Yingfei's hand and tried to break his fingers apart. But those fingers were like iron claws, cold and hard, making it difficult to move.

Jun Weiyan's vision was a little blurred, and his consciousness dissipated a little, and at this moment, a mechanical cold voice suddenly sounded in his head.

The system prompts: "The children of Nameless Mountain Villa have learned the first form of cloud tricks." The host did good deeds, successfully educated 28 young children, and received a reward of 1,000 holy points!"

The system prompts: "The host is now 10,000 and 200 holy points, and has reached the second seal to be lifted, asking if it needs to be lifted?"