Seeing Ling Zheng stop, Kong Xuan and Dou Bi were a little puzzled. After seeing the cyan warship flying over in the distance, the latter hurriedly said, "Why don't you run?!"

"You go first, I have some things to take care of. Ling Zheng stared at the woman standing at the bow of the warship that was getting closer and closer, the ghost bead around her neck.

Kong Xuan and Dou Bi glanced at each other, and did not continue to fly into the distance, but stood beside Ling Zheng left and right.

Dou Bi frowned and said: "Let's look at the situation first, if the other party's stubble is too hard, Lao Tzu will run away without you care!"

Ling Zheng smiled and did not speak.

The cyan warship flew to Ling Zheng and the others not far away, and the woman named Mingyu at the bow of the boat saw Ling Zheng looking directly at her chest, and smiled a little proudly: "Yo, Daoist friends don't seem to be as decent as they seem on the surface." ”

Ling Zheng ignored her, turned his gaze, looked at the burly man with a strong aura beside Mingyu, and said with a smile: "This is not the eldest disciple of Feihong Zhenren, what's the matter, the three of my brothers are leaving, and Feihong Zhenren still can't send someone to send them off?"

The eldest disciple of Feihong Zhenren sneered, looked at Ling Zheng condescendingly, and said in a deep voice: "I am ordered by my master to take my fellow Daoists back to the city as a guest. ”

"I just refused, what's the matter, Feihong Zhenren understands, you don't understand?" Ling Zheng couldn't see the panic on his face, and said with a smile.

The eldest disciple of Feihong Zhenren was about to speak, and Mingyu, who was beside him, stepped forward and whispered a few words. After that, the eldest disciple of Feihong Zhenren smiled and said, "Oh, I can't see that Daoyou is still a formation mage. Haha, if Daoist friends can join my Feihong City, the power of my Feihong City will definitely be able to expand faster. ”

After he finished speaking, Mingyu beside him looked at Ling Zheng, and said in a soft voice: "Let me introduce you, this is the righteous father of the slave family, and Du Donglin, the eldest disciple of Feihong Zhenren, within this radius of thousands of miles, there is a title called 'Iron Bone War Maniac', I don't know if the three of you have heard of it?"

Before Ling Zheng could speak, Dou Bi beside him tore away the duck-like throat and laughed loudly: "Father-in-law?

Because it deliberately highlights the word "dry", everyone can hear the meaning inside. Mingyu's face instantly turned a little cold, he looked at Dou Bi beside Ling Zheng, and said coquettishly: "Father-in-law, let Yu'er kill that stinky guy in a while, okay?"

Du Donglin, a strong man known as an iron-bone war maniac, nodded, and then waved his hand.

More than a dozen cultivators on the warship flew into the air at the same time, surrounding Ling Zheng and the three of them in the middle, because they knew that Ling Zheng was a formation mage, they each pulled out the spiritual weapons in their hands.

Du Donglin looked at Kong Xuan, who was more beautiful than a woman, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he smiled: "Pay attention for a while, don't hurt that kid." ”

Dou Bi laughed when he saw this, without the slightest awareness of being besieged, and pointed at Kong Xuan and smiled: "Haha, Kong Niangcang, this guy seems to want to go through your back door! Haha, I'm laughing to death......

Kong Xuan's face, which was originally quite calm, directly became extremely gloomy, and with a flip of his palm, there was an orchid in his hand that looked extremely delicate.

Roses make people, orchids kill. Ling Zheng, who knew a little about Kong Xuan, saw this scene and knew that Kong Xuan had already moved his killing intent.

Mingyu, who was standing on the bow of the boat, saw this scene and hurriedly warned: "Be careful, don't be hit by that person's flower thorn!"

After Dou Bi finished laughing, he turned his wrist and summoned the long sword that was as transparent as autumn water again. The Dou Pen who holds the sword and the Dou Pen who does not hold the sword are completely two people, which can be seen from the expression and momentum alone.

Ling Zheng saw that today's battle would definitely not be good, so he stretched out his hand to summon the Xuanwen pen, staring at Du Donglin who was standing in the warship, and pointed at Du Donglin with the spear-like pen, and said with a smile: "Iron bone battle madness, right?

Under his spiritual sense, he already knew that Du Donglin's cultivation was the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Realm, and he was afraid that it was more profound than the white-haired spirit demon at the beginning. But when he saw that Du Donglin was burly, his momentum was as sharp as a knife, and coupled with the title of "Iron Bone Battle Maniac", he felt that this person was mostly a monk who cultivated martial arts.

After cultivating to the Advanced Foundation Building Realm, Ling Zheng had never experienced a decent battle, so he wanted to take this opportunity to test how strong his combat power was.

Of course, the main thing is to see how extraordinary the cultivators of the martial arts cultivation are.

Dou Bi was stunned when he saw this, and said in a low voice: "You really have the guts, that is a master who is only a line away from the Jindan Realm, can you do it?"

"If it doesn't work, let's talk about it. ”

After Ling Zheng dropped these words, he kicked his feet violently, and the whole person flew towards the bow of the warship like a cannonball.

Seeing this scene, Kong Xuan and Dou Bi all found their chosen opponents, one holding an orchid, and the other wielding a long sword and shaking out a green lotus-like sword flower, and began to fight.

For a while, all kinds of light flashed in this area, and the magic light of the true yuan that was blown up scattered flew in all directions, looking at it from a distance, it was quite gorgeous.

Seeing Ling Zheng flying over, Du Donglin was a little surprised. He saw that Ling Zheng didn't use any body technique at all, and that he could exert such a fast speed, most of which was the power of his physical body. He patted his goddaughter's plump buttocks, signaling her to stay away, and then let out a long howl, facing Ling Zheng, who was stabbing over with a Xuanwen pen, he didn't summon his spirit weapon at all, but swung his fist to meet him.

Mingyu retreated a little further and looked at Ling Zheng, with a little regret in his eyes. She knew the depth of her father-in-law's strength, and felt that if Ling Zheng could rely on the formation method, the time of this battle might be able to drag on a little longer, but now Ling Zheng was like a reckless man, without spells or formations, and directly faced Du Donglin, who cultivated with martial arts, which was no different from looking for death.

Originally, she also wanted to have a fun time with this young and handsome array mage after capturing Ling Zheng, after all, Ling Zheng had stared at her chest for a long time, and her body was faintly itchy. But now, it is estimated that with Ling Zheng's cultivation that has just entered the second order of the Foundation Building Realm, Du Donglin, who is eight orders higher than him in the upper cultivation, and is also a martial cultivator, just Du Donglin's punch is estimated to be able to cripple Ling Zheng.

But the expected scene of Ling Zheng screaming and vomiting blood and flying upside down did not appear, and when Du Donglin's flickering metallic fist hit the tip of the Xuanwen pen, he felt a tingling pain, and finally realized how much power was contained in the strange spiritual weapon that was like a pen and a gun.

"Boom!"

The fist collided with the tip of the gun, and there was a loud explosion like an explosion, Ling Zheng was swept out by a strong force to stabilize his body, but Du Donglin also slipped some distance after the volley, and his right fist had already begun to drip blood, obviously blasting Ling Zheng out, it was not very easy.

Seeing this, Mingyu's eyes widened.

"If you're just a formation mage, if you're brought back to Feihong City by me, you'll probably only be my junior brother. Du Donglin showed a sneer on his face: "But I didn't expect your physical body to be so strong, coupled with the qualification of the epiphany of the view, tsk, it seems that if the master accepts you as an apprentice, my status as a big disciple will not be able to be maintained at all." ”

Du Donglin unabashedly revealed his killing intent towards Ling Zheng, and looked at Kong Xuan and Dou Bi, who were fighting with more than a dozen cultivators around the fifth order of the Foundation Building Realm in the distance. One of the two of them has a strange method, and the flying flower is dead, and the other sword technique is extremely sharp, and the green lotus-like sword flower has already crushed the bodies of the two.

"None of them seem to be ordinary. Du Donglin said, and a layer of true yuan shining with iron-gray light appeared on the surface of his body: "It is said that it is very refreshing to kill geniuses, it seems that I can kill three today, will this pleasure be multiplied by three times?"

Ling Zheng smiled: "If you can kill a mutated metallic spirit vein, it must taste good, don't you say?"

No wonder he has the title of Iron Bone War Maniac, this Du Donglin is simply a metallic spirit vein cultivator. The spiritual vein with this attribute is naturally one level stronger than others in terms of physical body, and it is very suitable for cultivating with martial arts.

"Just the second order of the foundation realm, dare to blow the atmosphere here!" The iron-gray light on the surface of Du Donglin's body became even stronger: "Today I want to tear you alive!"

Ling Zheng didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he picked up the Xuanwen pen and rushed up.

Because of the extremely high requirements for the material, and the fact that many array spirit patterns were engraved when refining, the array path magic weapon itself was extremely hard. Therefore, Ling Zheng was not worried that his weapon would be shattered.

The two burst into each other at the same time, and in the piercing wind whistle, one punch and one shot collided again. Unlike last time, this time Ling Zheng had no intention of tempting, and Du Donglin shot out angrily, and the moment the fists and guns collided, a violent energy spread out, like a storm on the ground. almost lifted off Mingyu, who was standing on the bow of the warship watching the battle.

Dou Bi, who was disgraced by the smoke and dust rolled up by the energy, glanced at Ling Zheng's side, looked at the two people who hit the big pit from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the sky, and could smash out the ground with one punch and kick, and said with some horror: "I'm cǎo, is this guy a human being?!"

Du Donglin also wanted to ask this sentence.

In his opinion, he cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Realm with his martial cultivation path, and he was only a line away from the Jindan Realm, and with the metallic spiritual veins in his body, even the masters of the Jindan Realm might not be able to surpass him in terms of physical body. It was expected that even if that formation mage kid also cultivated with martial arts, he would definitely be unable to compete with himself because his cultivation was eight orders behind him.

Who knows, after really handing over Ling Zheng, Du Donglin felt that the power contained in the other party's body was not inferior to his own. From the beginning of the war to the present, in less than half a cup of tea, Du Donglin and Ling Zheng have already dismantled nearly a thousand moves, only to feel that Ling Zheng's strength is becoming more and more amazing, and it is becoming more and more difficult to shake it.

Is this kid a demon beast who has become a demon? After Du Donglin slammed Ling Zhengding out with a knee, he only had this thought in his heart.

Ling Zheng fought against a martial cultivator for the first time, and it was not a grade worse than Du Donglin in terms of moves, but in the same way, Ling Zheng, who had experienced two burning pills and shaping spirits, had a strong soul power and a keen spiritual sense, and it was not that Du Donglin's soul power could only be compared to the first level of the imperial micro level.

Although he is inferior to the other party in terms of combat skills, he doesn't know how many levels, but with his keen spiritual sense, Ling Zheng can always dodge Du Donglin's killing moves dangerously and dangerously, from the beginning of the war to the present, although he was hit by Du Donglin several moves in succession, but it was not a fatal injury. With or without the amazing ability of the attribute spirit vein, although Ling Zheng had a blue nose and swollen face, he was not worried.

And as the battle time became longer and longer, Ling Zheng gradually became familiar with Du Donglin's body and combat skills, not only did he defend well, but even occasionally Du Donglin's moves counterattacked, making Du Donglin, who was bearing Ling Zheng's increasingly fierce power, even more difficult to parry.

This kid is definitely not human!

As soon as this idea came to mind, Du Donglin was hit by Ling Zheng's right punch to his body, and the attributeless true yuan that had been stored but not released poured out and hit Du Donglin's body.

Du Donglin flew out upside down, and after stabilizing his body, he felt that the metallic true element in his body had been dissolved by nearly half of it, and he was even more shocked.

Ling Zheng was holding the Xuanwen Pen, and there were already smiles on his face that were bruised and swollen in many places, and deep down he felt that this way of fighting was really smooth. He looked at Du Donglin and said loudly: "Come again!"

Du Donglin gritted his teeth, the light flashed in his hand, and he took out a thick-backed machete, judging from the aura released from the machete, its grade was obviously a fourth-grade, and it seemed that the grade was not low, it had to be at the level of a fourth-grade high-level spiritual weapon.

Seeing Du Donglin show off his weapon, Ling Zheng shouted again, picked up the Xuanwen pen and rushed forward, looking like he was not afraid of death.

Although Dou Bi and Kong Xuan in the distance were a little wolf, after such a while, the two of them had already worked together to kill nearly half of the Foundation Building Realm cultivators in Feihong City, and the pressure gradually decreased. In addition, the remaining half of the cultivators were already a little frightened in their hearts in the face of the delicate and threatening fighting method of the two, and under the influence of one another, the two of them had already suppressed the remaining seven people to the death, and it was only a matter of time before they all killed them.

After smashing the spirit weapon in the hand of a foundation building realm cultivator, Dou Bi slashed the long sword in his hand and shouted at Ling Zheng with the male duck's throat: "Carry it for a while, the two of us will be done!"

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Dou Bi was hit by a second-order spell shot by a water-attribute spirit vein cultivator, and the whole person fell to the ground. But seeing the schadenfreude on Kong Xuan's face, the ruffian dressed as a scholar shouted angrily, his body turned strangely, the long sword in his hand was thrown violently, and the transparent light like autumn water flashed away, cutting off the right arm of the cultivator who attacked him.

"Bang!"

The Xuanwen pen and the machete in Du Donglin's hand shook hard, splashing the sky with fire. Du Donglin, who was holding a machete, had significantly improved his combat power, coupled with his ruthless and tricky knife skills, the machete brought up an iron-gray knife aura as soon as he moved, although Ling Zheng tried his best to dodge, but after a few moves against him, several knife marks had been cut on his body.

Ling Zheng, who finally knew that he was a few pounds and a few taels, no longer concealed it, his body flew backwards one by one, and raised his hand to throw out two flame bomb talismans.

Two large dark red fireballs suddenly appeared, startling Du Donglin. This iron-boned war maniac didn't expect that Ling Zheng, who had been fighting with him with martial arts, would suddenly throw away the talisman, shout angrily, and split the flame bomb with two swords, but he was also blown to ashes.

"Coward, do you dare to fight with me again?" Du Donglin stood in the air, his expression was hideous, the machete in his hand pointed at Ling Zheng, and he asked sharply.

Ling Zheng didn't speak, just smiled, and reached out again to throw out two flame bomb talismans.

After that, he summoned his Phantom Mirror from his body and silently recited the mantra. The Phantom Mirror trembled slightly, and a Soul Soul Yin Thunder burst out from the mirror, and after the flame bomb flew out, it attacked Du Donglin's Heavenly Spirit Gai directly.

Du Donglin only felt that Ling Zheng was really shameless and courageless, and he didn't realize how shameless he was in his request to fight with martial arts with a cultivation rank eight higher than Ling Zheng. Seeing Ling Zheng throw out two more flame bombs, the eldest disciple of Fei Hong Zhenren let out a loud shout, and smashed the two flame bombs again, and was about to rush up and slash Ling Zheng's head with a knife, but he was not at all guarded against the flickering ghostly soul thunder.

"Wow!"

With a soft sound, Du Donglin's right hand holding the knife was hit by the Soul Death Thunder, only to feel that the whole arm was cold for a moment, and then he was completely unconscious, his brain seemed to be hit by a giant hammer, and his vision became a little unclear.

After the last Feihong City Foundation Realm monk was hit by Kong Xuan's orchid and the whole person turned into a puddle of pus, the two of them didn't stop and flew straight towards Ling Zheng.

Mingyu, who was standing on the warship, didn't expect so many of them to come out, and it was still like this, seeing that the demonic man and the lowly scholar who had killed fifteen foundation realm monks in a row had already flown over, he subconsciously shouted: "Father-in-law!

Du Donglin, who was in a daze, heard Mingyu's voice, and couldn't care about anything else, his feet moved, and his body method was unfolded, and he flew towards the cyan warship where Mingyu was standing.

As long as they can board the warship, at the speed of these three people, they will definitely not be able to catch up. When the time comes, return to Feihong City and let those few Jindan Realm worshippers or Feihong Zhenren personally go out, and these three hateful boys must be tortured to death!

Du Donglin's speed was very fast, and he was about to fly onto the warship, but he heard the three people behind him suddenly roar in unison, and a sense of foreboding suddenly surged in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Du Donglin felt as if he had been stabbed in the back by a needle, his body was paralyzed first, then cold, and then the meridians in his body began to break.

Du Donglin felt fear at this time, but as soon as this fear appeared, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw a sword blade like autumn water silently passing through his chest, shining in front of his eyes.

This is the sword of the boy dressed as a scholar?

This was the last thought in Du Donglin's mind. The next moment, his head was stabbed to pieces by Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen.

"Poof!"

Red blood, white brains, scattered and splashed, like a rotten watermelon that has been poked.

Only then did Du Donglin realize that his head had been shattered, and his soul flew out of his body, and finally flew to the warship.

The physical body is gone, and the foundation of martial arts cultivation is completely lost. Even if Feihong Zhenren can reshape his physical body for him, it will have to wait for the Year of the Monkey to recover. In this way, his status in Feihong City will definitely be much worse than before.

Just when he was depressed, he suddenly felt as if he was being targeted by an extremely terrifying beast, he subconsciously glanced in the direction where Ling Zheng was, and found that a broken black ancient mirror was flying towards him.

The ancient mirror only shook slightly, and Du Donglin, who was in a state of soul, felt an unbearable pain.

After a miserable scream, Du Donglin's soul directly exploded into bits and pieces, which were absorbed by the black ancient mirror.

Mingyu on the side was already frightened.