"Want to run? Leave your life behind. ”

As soon as he saw Chen Ping leaving, Deng Fengcheng immediately shouted, and then waved at the golden wings on both sides, and with a flash of brilliance, the golden wings instantly turned into two meteors, and they chased after them in a hurry.

Jin Peng's wings were added, his speed was obviously faster than Chen Ping, and the black light only flew out for a few miles, and he was chased by Jin Mang.

Deng Fengcheng smiled coldly, and with a grip of the void in both palms, the two big hands mixed with thunder and lightning suddenly soared several times, and they were taken down, as if they were about to lift Chen Ping up.

Now that he has fought for dozens of rounds, he feels that he has almost figured out the bottom of this person.

The spells that are proficient in puppetry, swordsmanship, body refining, and cultivation are also very powerful, far exceeding the average strength of monks in the early and middle stages of the Yuan Dan.

Even the ordinary Yuan Dan late stage was not its opponent.

But fortunately, he is also a strong Lei Xiu, and ordinary means cannot pose an absolute threat to him.

When the thunder and lightning hand grabbed down, Chen Ping made a dangerous and dangerous spell, and the pure yang sword that originally seemed to be free from the outside let out a clear sound, and suddenly the spiritual power was connected, and then the sword lotus on the soles of his feet was surrounded, turning into a piece of green glow and flying away through the air.

In an instant, it was a full three percent faster.

The two big hands that flashed with thunder and lightning naturally disappeared, and floated back to the top of Deng Fengcheng's head, hovering uncertainly.

Deng Fengcheng was not in a hurry, and began to inject mana into the wings, but the golden light of the wings behind him shook violently, and the person "swished" and easily chased Chen Ping again.

"How powerful is the old man's Golden Wings Talisman?"

Deng Fengcheng's eyes narrowed, and his divine sense once again locked on Chen Ping, who was not far away.

This third-grade flying talisman was bought by him at the centennial auction of the Twin Cities, and for this reason, he did not hesitate to offend a native Yuan Dan monk in the Twin Cities cultivation world.

As a hole card treasured for decades, has never been used.

Increasing the speed by two times and lasting a hundred breaths, such a life-saving thing, if it weren't for the secret technique that Chen Ping cast was too mysterious, and ordinary retreat light couldn't reach it at all, he wouldn't be willing to crush it.

After a trace of coldness hung on the corner of his mouth, the golden light on his body flashed, and he was about to drive the thunder palm down again.

But at this moment, Deng Fengcheng suddenly noticed that the aura that had been locked had disappeared strangely, which made him frown and stunned, and his body was stagnant.

But immediately he seemed to remember something, and hurriedly exerted the scope of his divine sense to the limit, and finally found Chen Ping somewhere on the ground.

However, before he could track it down, Chen Ping's breath suddenly disappeared again.

"The art of concealing breath, and at least the mystical product."

Deng Fengcheng snorted, and his face became more and more cloudy.

Although his divine sense was still constantly scanning, he had to penetrate a high-quality hidden qi technique, unless the other party stayed still for a breath and waited for him to sweep it with his divine sense.

This is naturally impossible, with Chen Ping's cunning, how could he recklessly reveal his flaws.

"The old man is also despicable and shameless today, I want to see how far you, the head of the clan, can hide your head and show your tail."

Deng Fengcheng's eyes were fierce, and he deliberately spread the words around him with spiritual power in his mouth, and then rushed to the battlefield below.

"Boom!"

Halfway through the journey, he found a place where the sound of fighting was frequent, and then without hesitation, he knocked down the two thunder hands, the hurricane howled, the dust was noisy, and there was a huge pit on the ground, and the cracks several feet deep were like fresh scratches, and the nearby half of the miles were almost in ruins.

In the center of the crater, bright red blood flowed all over the ground.

The two foundation-building monks who were ruthlessly shot to death by Deng Fengcheng were the patriarch Chen Tong and Chen Zhengchu, one of the "gossip double bears".

"Still not coming out?"

Deng Fengcheng's face sank, and he quickly flew into the air and rushed to the next location, where four Chen monks were teaming up to deal with his Deng family's two foundation building consummations.

But before he could approach the battlefield, with the movement of his mind, he finally caught the familiar breath again.

Deng Fengcheng's expression was cold, and he immediately abandoned the target and continued to pursue Chen Ping.

Ten miles away, a beam of green rainbows galloped in the direction of the light.

In the light, Chen Ping kept taking out all kinds of healing pills and recovery pills from his body, poured them into his mouth, and swallowed them into his stomach like a date.

Now his face was pale without a hint of ruddy, and his eyes were gloomy, as if he had exhausted too much mana.

At his feet, there were two monks with their eyes closed, suspended for a few inches.

But judging from the regular rise and fall of the chests of these two people, it is obvious that they are only unconscious.

"Chen Ping, you villain, you dare to be so mad when you are dying!"

The next moment, Deng Fengcheng discovered that the two monks who didn't know their life and death in the retreat were all the mainstays of his Deng family.

"Fifty steps and a hundred steps, Deng Daoyou just killed the contemporary patriarch of his clan, why, Chen is not allowed to return a tooth for a tooth?"

Chen Ping replied slowly, his voice starting to languish a little.

His attitude was not all done to paralyze Deng Fengcheng.

The Qinglian Sword Technique, Spiritual Fire, and Ziwei Breath Technique were released one after another, and the mana in the body was fully consumed by sixty percent.

Coupled with the loss of the essence blood of the Demon Luo Shadow Step, he really can't get rid of the weak state for a while.

Fortunately, he also collected several high-grade fire spirit stones, which could instantly restore two percent of his mana.

"Flim Flam!"

With the power of the flying talisman, Deng Fengcheng caught up in an instant, and he didn't want to shout loudly, and with a wave of his hand, Xuan Ce Pan smashed towards Chen Ping.

As soon as this treasure was struck, it turned into more than ten zhang in size, and the wind whistled and screamed.

Chen Ping stared at Xuan Cepan expressionlessly as he flew closer and closer, and when the shadow immediately fell on his head, a pair of fleshy palms struggled upward, and he actually carried it hard.

In order to preserve the few mana, Chen Ping did not hesitate to show the power of physical cultivation with all his might.

"I really don't know what level of heaven and earth treasure this guy has swallowed, and at a young age, he has cultivated a body comparable to a medium-grade defensive Dao weapon."

Deng Fengcheng's face suddenly darkened, and his gaze spread with extreme ferocity.

The stronger Chen Ping's supernatural powers became, the more determined he was to destroy this person no matter what the cost.

"This simple defense burned three drops of essence blood."

Chen Ping couldn't help frowning, the back of his hands was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and on the sides of his shoulders and neck, blood vessels and green tendons protruded, as if they were about to burst.

After all, the Xuan Ce Pan is a high-grade Taoist weapon, and it was driven by a Yuan Dan's late overhaul, which is not something that his half-hung body cultivation supernatural powers can compete with.

Suddenly, Chen Ping blinked at Deng Fengcheng, and the bodies of the two Deng family juniors pressed up vigorously.

Seeing this scene, Deng Fengcheng was shocked and angry, a little natal dao device like a conditioned reflex, and the piercing sound of "buzzing" breaking the air was paused, and the Xuan Ce disk stopped sinking.