Rumble!

The Red Flame Sword fell, and Zhao Wouji did not dodge or dodge this time, and directly punched the sword blade, directly hitting the suspended Red Flame Sword upside down, causing Chen Gong's heart to shake, and at the same time, a sense of dizziness struck, causing his spiritual consciousness scattered in a radius of ten meters like tentacles to be dispersed at once.

Chen Gong hurriedly withdrew his spiritual sense and opened his eyes, at this time Zhao Wuji had already withdrawn the stealth rune and pressed up murderously.

Chen Gong had no sword in his heart, and in the turmoil of the Yuan Shen, he couldn't control the Red Flame Sword to come back, so he had to tighten his fist and punch it out with the same punch.

There was no longer the super strong body that he had before, and there was no mana that was vigorously compared, Chen Gong naturally didn't dare to really fight with Zhao Wouji, and at the moment when his fists were solid, he directly unloaded his strength and retreated backwards.

However, the mana gap between Chen Gong and Zao Wou-Ki was obviously not small, even if Chen Gong's actions reduced most of the power in his hands, he was still invaded by the energy on Zao Wou-Ki's fist, and the person was still in mid-air, and he was already shocked to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Wouji's body was only slightly stunned, and he immediately chased after him again, and the gray talisman on his fist became more and more intense, and he hit Chen Gong with another punch.

Like a bird with folded wings, Chen Gong fell upside down from the top of the mountain and fell into the churning river on the edge of the mountain range. Seeing Zhao Wuji rushing down in the air, and the killing opportunity was complete, Chen Gong's state of mind completely calmed down, and his mind communicated with the Red Flame Sword again.

Zhao Wouji rushed straight down, punched out again, and at the same time showed a bit of hideousness on his face, and said coldly: "Even if your swordsmanship is a little bit good, what can you do with me? Today, I just let you die here!"

Looking at the defenseless Chen Gong, he was extremely confident in the power of the punch he had just made, at this time, Chen Gong was just a fish to be slaughtered by him, and this was the best time to kill Chen Gong.

Although he was disdainful of Chen Gong's swordsmanship, he knew that Chen Gong was definitely a dangerous person, and if he didn't die today, he would definitely pose a great threat to himself one day.

So under this punch, it is like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, and he has tried his best, if this punch makes Zao Wou-Ki hit it solidly, Chen Gong will die, and Zao Wou-Ki has absolute confidence to hit the other party before Chen Gong falls into the river.

At this moment, Zao Wou-Ki saw Chen Gong, who was still in the air, showing a sneer of sarcasm to himself, and just when he felt that something was wrong, he heard Chen Gong pointing at him like a sword, wiping it towards him, and shouting in his mouth: "Chop!"

The back of his head was cold, like falling into an ice cellar, which made Zao Wou-Ki cold from head to foot.

He was horrified in his heart, he never thought that when Chen Gongyuan's spirit was turbulent and his meridians were damaged, he would still be able to resist the sword. However, his reaction was not slow, his body instantly reversed, and at the same time waved his arm to protect himself, he was already extremely cautious about the Red Flame Sword, but in his heart, he always believed that swordsmanship was not the right way, and once he was frustrated, he would no longer have a sharp momentum.

It's a pity that how could Zhao Wuji see through Chen Gong, the Red Flame Sword, and the Martial Dao Swordsmanship! A dark red sword light slashed down from behind him, like a bloody sword light, exuding a thick killing intent.

A muffled snort sounded from Zao Wou-ki's throat, and at the same time, a sharp pain came from his arm, and a patch of blood spilled from the void, and one arm fell towards the river.

Boom!

Chen Gong fell directly into the river, and the moment he fell in, the Red Flame Sword returned to his hand.

Zhao Wou-Ki couldn't care about Chen Gong, who had fallen into the water, and walked quickly, catching up with his arm that fell into the river, turning back to the top of the mountain, and then looking at the surging river, where could he still see Chen Gong's figure, which had already been swallowed up by the extremely fast river waves.

Blood dripped from the top of the mountain, staining red in just a moment. Zao Wou-Ki grabbed his severed arm, his face was cold, and he stood on the top of the mountain for a long time, until night fell, and he could still vaguely see a figure there.

The moment Chen Gong fell into the river, his whole heart had relaxed, and the past and present lives were like the moonlight in front of the windowsill, quietly flowing through his mind.

Chen Gong slowly closed his eyes, although his injury was not serious, but the last blow consumed all his mental mana, he felt so tired at this time, he just wanted to sleep well.

However, he was not an ordinary cultivator after all, and he knew that this was the critical moment of his life and death, and he quietly regained his strength as the river flowed forward.

This long river starts in the Guxiao Mountains and flows along the mountain to the outside of the mountain, its momentum is long and winding, and finally it can flow into the sea.

However, Chen Gong could not wait for the long river to enter the sea, and by the time the long river passed through a gentle inlet, he had already regained some strength, and at the same time, sensing the slowing of the current, he swam towards the shore with all his might.

This place is still between the mountains, after Chen Gong went ashore, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seems that no matter where he is, he must have strength. Since he entered Xiuzhen, he has really rarely been forced to be so embarrassed.

Walking along the river, it should be possible to find populated villages and towns, but Chen Gong walked ahead but found that there was a cliff in front of him, and the long river around him had turned into a waterfall and plunged down, and the mountains on both sides were steep, but it was extremely dangerous.

If it was placed in normal times, Chen Gong would naturally be able to fly down, but in his current state, it was really not suitable to use mana in vain, not to mention that the fierce fight with Zhao Wuji before consumed a lot of his strength, but now it was rare to experience the feeling of hunger again.

It seems that you can only go to the mountains to find some wild things, and then fill your stomach first. Chen Gong thought to himself, so he had to turn around and walk towards the mountain forest next to him.

However, as soon as he walked into the mountain forest, Chen Gong already felt that something was not right, he had been sneaking in the Guxiao Mountains for more than three months, and he was naturally very familiar with the environment in the forest, but it was too quiet here, except for the tall trees and dense vegetation, there was not a single living thing to be seen, not even a bird in the sky.

A sense of crisis rose from the bottom of his heart, and Chen Gong wanted to withdraw, but suddenly stood still, his body motionless.

Whew!

A wolf howled, followed by a snow-white figure from behind a big tree in front of Chen Gong, but it was a white wolf with white fur and the size of a calf, from the wolf eyes that flashed with smart light, Chen Gong knew that this wolf was about to be psychic, and the flesh and blood of the cultivator could make it take this last step, which was an extremely fatal temptation for it.

In the world ruled by man and god, there are not only people and gods, but also countless demons and monsters in the rivers and mountains of this Void Immortal Continent.

Chen Gong didn't dare to retreat now, he knew that with his current speed, it would be impossible to escape the pursuit of a wolf who was about to turn into a demon in the mountains, and the only way to survive was to do his best to slash this one under the sword.

It's a pity that now his spiritual sense is damaged, his Yuan Shen is shocked, and he can't even use the sword technique, and the only thing he can rely on is the Red Flame Sword in his hand and his martial arts comprehension.

In normal times, the beasts in the mountains that have not yet turned into demons will never dare to provoke cultivators, no matter how weak a cultivator's strength is, as long as they master one or two spells, they can make these spiritual beasts unopened, and the beasts without demons have no power to fight back, and their instinctive sense of danger makes them avoid these monks with mana and magic movements early.

However, the current Chen Gong has the flesh and blood of a cultivator, exuding an incomparably tempting aura of life, but he does not have the self-preservation strength that can be compared with it.

The battle broke out without warning, but fortunately, Chen Gong had extremely rich experience in moving and dodging in the mountains and forests, and marching forward quickly, otherwise in front of this giant wolf, I am afraid that he would have to hide in the wolf's belly in a few rounds.

This white wolf failed to pounce several times, but was cut by the Red Flame Sword in Chen Gong's hand with a few small wounds, which made it extremely angry, and it couldn't help but roar angrily, and the action of the pounce became faster and faster.

A man and a wolf seemed to be unable to hold each other, but as time passed, Chen Gong began to secretly complain in his heart. He had already been wounded, and although he had regained some strength in the river, he had already consumed most of it in the battle during this time. What's more, he has not yet fully reached the level of Bigu, it is the time when hunger is unbearable, and if he continues to fight like this, he is afraid that he will not be killed to death, but will be exhausted to death.

Although this white wolf has not yet become a demon, the fur around his body is extremely tough, even with the advantage of the Red Flame Sword, it can only cause very shallow scars between the strokes, and if you want to really inflict heavy damage on the white wolf, I am afraid that you can only stab head-on.

However, with the huge body and speed of the white wolf, if he stabbed the sword head-on, Chen Gong would have to pay a considerable price, and might even die with it.

In a desperate situation, Chen Gong became more and more calm, although the power in his body was constantly being consumed, but it was always like a squeezed sponge, desperately squeezing out a little strength, so that the red flame sword in his hand was swung to block the fierce attack of the white wolf.

Seeing the fierce light flashing in the white wolf's eyes, Chen Gong's eyes narrowed slightly, and a resolute look appeared on his face, as if he had made up his mind, and at the moment when the white wolf pounced, the whole person retreated, and then let out an exclamation in his mouth.

It turned out that there was an inconspicuous stone under Chen Gong's feet, and when Chen Gong retreated, his heel tripped up, causing him to lose his balance, and his body involuntarily fell backwards, and the empty door in front of him was wide open, full of flaws.

The white wolf, who was extremely impatient, actually showed a trace of extremely humane joy, his front legs stretched more and more, and the wolf's head, which was originally pounced on Chen Gong's lower abdomen, leaned forward, and went straight to Chen Gong's throat to bite.

But just when the white wolf's huge body was pressed down like a hill, the corners of Chen Gong's mouth escaped a strange smile, and the right foot that was tripped by the stone actually hooked the stone violently, shrank quickly, and the whole body moved forward half a meter in the opposite direction of the white wolf's pounce.

It was this half meter that completely exposed the belly of the white wolf's weakest defense in front of Chen Gong.

When the white wolf saw Chen Gong's figure flashing, he had already noticed that something was wrong, and with an angry roar, his body spun hard in mid-air, and then a pair of wolf claws fanned down fiercely.

Oh!

The roaring wolf howl instantly turned into a miserable hiss, and the white wolf felt a heart-wrenching sting pain coming from his abdomen, and then the strength of his body continued to leak out, and after the wolf claw that went out slapped an object away, he could no longer lift it.