The Iron Law Alliance couldn't scare the Blue Dragon Gang, maybe the Gale Wind Sect was a good envoy, Wei Feng was bold and threw the envoy token towards Bao Xiong. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bao Xiong didn't dodge either, grabbed it in his hand, and smiled, "Boy, with a cultivation like you, you can also become an envoy of the Gale Wind Sect?"

"My grandfather is the Great Elder!" Wei Feng said.

"I don't know your grandfather. As soon as Bao Xiong threw it away, the envoy token turned into a small black dot and disappeared.

Wei Feng's ideological struggle was fierce, and he still didn't take out the token of the Treasure Pavilion in the end, and at present, it seems that the Blue Dragon Gang has made up its mind to kill people and seize the treasure, and they are reckless about the consequences.

If the token does not scare Bao Xiong, it may also become the capital of extortion.

The three of them leaned close together, holding the blood escape charm in their hands, ready to flee at any cost.

Bao Xiong didn't look at Wei Feng and the three of them at all, and the sum was not enough for him to slap him, he stared at Zhao Lei who was holding a steel knife with his hands behind his back, and suddenly smiled: "It is said that your mercenaries have been forged and their bodies are abnormally strong, it is better for us to compete in the last game, four against four, as long as you can win a game, I will let you go, and I will never break my word." ”

"Is this true?" asked Zhao Lei.

"Of course! I am the most reputable person in the Blue Dragon Gang. Bao Xiong's expression was calm.

Unintentionally tried the competition, Zhao Lei also had a plan, if he could kill the next four people, then he would have one more chance of survival, and nodded: "The ugly words are ahead, life and death are at your own risk." ”

Bao Xiong laughed and beckoned back, "Brothers, practice!"

The four robbers of the Blue Dragon Gang, holding steel knives in their hands, immediately rushed over, which was considered reputable, among them, the second-level high-level martial artist went straight to Zhao Lei, and the other three second-level middle-level soldiers faced Qian Zhuang, Sun Ding, and Li Jia.

Bao Xiong's figure swept backwards, holding his arms and watching the battle below with interest.

Wei Feng and the three of them were also retreating, and Bao Xiong noticed it, kicked a stone under his feet, and landed behind the master and apprentice in the air as a warning.

The four mercenaries and the four robbers fought together in an instant, the sword light shattered the afterglow of the setting sun, the wind stirred up the dust in the sky, and the shouts were deafening.

Meng Yao was so frightened that she lost her face, and she pulled Wei Feng's arm, while Zhou Fatong looked at the front solemnly, always looking for the best time to escape.

Bang bang bang!

The robber punched several times and hit the fat Sun Ding in the chest, and he spewed out a mouthful of bloody arrows, staining his front placket red, and still slashing at the opponent with a knife.

These robbers had obviously deliberately practiced the skill of dodging, only to see that this person dodged several knives in a row, and suddenly swung the knife and slashed at Sun Ding's waist.

Sun Ding rolled on the spot and could dodge, and this person's blade suddenly became faster, sticking to the ground and slashing like chopping vegetables.

Sou!

The blade slashed across Sun Ding's shoulder, cutting off a piece of flesh and blood, causing him to let out a loud cry of pain, roll into the distance, and staggered to his feet.

"These people are also specially trained, and mercenaries are not opponents at all. "Circumferential passage.

The format on the field was obvious, the robbers completely had the upper hand, and the mercenaries were losing one after another.

Not only Sun Ding, but also Zhao Lei and the other three were scarred.

Boom!

Qian Zhuang was kicked away by the other party, his body drew a parabola in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, his clothes were all wiped off, and the exposed skin was blurred with flesh and blood.

"Hold on, go! We're here, and we're only going to drag them down. Zhou Fatong said in a low voice and straddled Wei Feng's arm.

"Yao'er, are you ready, cheer up!" Wei Feng said.

"Hmm!" Meng Yao nodded heavily.

With a gesture from Zhou Fatong, the three of them bit their middle fingers together and applied them to the blood escape talisman in their hands.

"What are you doing?" Bao Xiong realized that something was wrong, and his feet flew into the air and galloped forward.

On top of the blood escape talisman, a purple-red light suddenly bloomed, wrapping the three of them in it, and when the light dissipated, Wei Feng and the three disappeared out of thin air!

There was a blur in front of him, his chest was almost bursting, Wei Feng only felt the sound of the wind in his ears, and his brain was roaring, and he didn't know where he was going.

He eventually passed out, and when he woke up, it was already a starry sky, leaning against a lonely tree, with a foreign object on his head, reaching out and touching it, and being knocked into a big bag.

Wei Feng got up and shouted, "Master, Yao'er!"

His shouts echoed in the wilderness, but there was no response, and Wei Feng suddenly realized that his previous thoughts were wrong.

Although the three masters and apprentices were pulling tightly, because the blood escape charm had no fixed trajectory to move, and the impact was so great that it could not be controlled by man, they were still separated and had already dispersed.

I don't know the whereabouts of the two, I don't know where they are, and I don't know what time it is, whether the robbers of the Blue Dragon Gang will chase after them.

Wei Feng took out the transmission note in his arms, hesitated or did not start, this is by no means the best time to find someone, hiding is the last word.

Wei Feng, who has night vision, walks alone in the desert, and sees the surrounding scenery clearly, in a leeward place, he found a haven made of two boulders, and hid in it

Sitting down cross-legged and adjusting his breath, Wei Feng was stunned to find that his cultivation had declined, the martial artist had become a first-level one-stage, and his true qi had decreased even more, and Xiao Zhoutian had re-closed and directly descended to the third layer of the Peiyuan period.

This is the side effect of the Blood Escape Talisman, this kind of powerful teleportation, there is a price to pay for reducing the cultivation.

Can't release the true qi, and can't even open the storage bag, but fortunately, the transmission notes are left outside, and there are still a few high-grade spirit stones.

In the desert, the night wind was even stronger, whistling like a whimper, Wei Feng held a high-grade spirit stone in his hand, and began to absorb the spiritual energy inside, striving to recover his cultivation as soon as possible.

Cultivation needs to be accumulated, how can it be so simple, the night passed, the sky lit up, Wei Feng still failed to break through Xiao Zhoutian, and he could only give up.

At this moment, the transmission note lit up, Wei Feng rubbed it against his ear, and heard Zhou Fatong's voice: "Xiaofeng, where are you?"

"I don't know!" Wei Feng jumped out of the crack in the stone shelter and said, "There is a hill of stones not far away. ”

The transmission note was extinguished, and he couldn't hear Zhou Fatong's words, Wei Feng strode towards the stone mountain, Zhou Fatong was a foundation building period of cultivation, and his actions must be very fast.

Just when he was close to the stone mountain, Zhou Fatong's figure appeared in the rocks, his clothes were torn, but there were tears of excitement in his eyes.

I really didn't expect that the distance between the master and apprentice was less than a kilometer, and Wei Feng couldn't help but secretly thank God for his fulfillment.

"Little Wind!"

Zhou Fatong stepped forward, grabbed Wei Feng's arm with both hands, looked up and down, the bag on his head had subsided, and the apprentice looked safe and sound.

"Master, your cultivation has also been reduced!" Wei Feng said.

"It's insignificant, let's descend, it's good to see you alive. Zhou Fatong wiped his tears, and for the rest of his life, he had fallen from the middle stage of foundation building to the early stage.

Wei Feng thought of Meng Yao, she only had a first-level martial artist cultivation, could she withstand the weight of the blood escape talisman teleportation?