The night shrouded the earth, the waning moon hung high, the dim moonlight sprinkled down, like a silver veil, in the dense forest poured by the moonlight, the two figures were intertwined like lightning, and between the collisions, there were bursts of cracking sound spreading.

Zhao Xiaoyi was naturally very careful about the collision with the soul master, he had to admit that Feng Ying, a second-level soul master, had an extraordinary speed when using spiritual power, but he was also a soul master, and he had deliberately practiced speed, although it was not as good as Feng Ying, but Feng Ying wanted to kill Zhao Xiaoyi with speed, and he couldn't do it for a while.

The fist slammed into his chest, Zhao Xiaoyi didn't dodge, the long sword was pulled back, and he slashed at Feng Ying's arm.

This kind of lifeless fighting style made Feng Ying slightly stunned, his punch, with the liliang of the second-order martial artist, without any hindrance, would definitely make Zhao Xiaoyi seriously injured, but in that case, I am afraid that Zhao Xiaoyi's sword would also be cut on his arm.

Feng Ying gritted his teeth, so he had to withdraw his arm, and at the same time, his body dodged the long sword and retreated a little.

"Sure enough, it's a guy who doesn't want to die!" Feng Ying's face was gloomy, he didn't stop after dodging this sword, his footsteps just stopped on the ground, followed by another step, and his body swept towards Zhao Xiaoyi like an arrow off the string again.

Zhao Xiaoyi's long sword is suitable for opening up distance attacks, but melee combat will not have an advantage, Feng Ying's speed is too fast, he can't retreat, Feng Ying arrived in front of him in an instant, and his fist smashed down on Zhao Xiaoyi without hesitation.

At this time, it was impossible for Zhao Xiaoyi to use the long sword to fight back, and with a twist of his wrist, the sword body was horizontally in front of him, and Feng Ying's fist was also just on the sword body.

Bang! The long sword blocked Feng Ying's fist, but the strong force still made Zhao Xiaoyi take two steps back, originally he wanted to use these two steps to widen the distance between him and Feng Ying, but Feng Ying didn't give him a chance at all, when Zhao Xiaoyi retreated, his figure was directly pasted, and his fist was raised again.

"Savage Fist!" With a soft snort in his mouth, Feng Ying was like a wild bull, and his fist slammed into Zhao Xiaoyi's face and slammed down.

Savage Fist, Feng Ying's Yellow Rank Advanced Martial Arts, the jishu content of martial arts is not large, but the strength emitted is not comparable to ordinary people.

A slight cheer fell, the light on Feng Ying's fist rose against the storm, Zhao Xiaoyi was close, and before the fist fell, he felt a powerful oppression, from the oppressive power that made him frown, you can imagine how fierce this punch is.

This kind of strong liliang, Zhao Xiaoyi didn't dare to touch it, and the wide long sword became his shield, and it was in front of him again.

Bang! Bang!

Feng Ying's fists rained down on Zhao Xiaoyi, although there was a wide long sword in front of him, but the strength of the impact again and again still made Zhao Xiaoyi's chest feel stuffy, and the qi and blood in his body surged.

This kind of suppressed style of play gave Zhao Xiaoyi quite a headache, and if it goes on like this, it will not be Feng Ying who will die.

Bang! Zuihou fell with a punch, and Zhao Xiaoyi was so shocked that he withdrew five or six meters, and this, this was only a little away from Feng Ying.

"Do you really want to force me!" After a pause, Zhao Xiaoyi's brows furrowed tightly, Feng Ying's overall strength was stronger than him, and if he continued to fight like this, he would not do any good, and the only thing that could make Feng Ying hit hard was the Xuan Heavy Hammer.

Whew! With a deep breath, Zhao Xiaoyi's long sword was retracted, his right arm was raised, his body shook slightly, and the vitality in his body surged towards his arm like a tide.

And just as Zhao Xiaoyi was about to rush towards Feng Ying, suddenly a white figure swept out like a ghost.

The speed of the comer was very fast, and by the time Zhao Xiaoyi and Feng Ying reacted, the white figure had already arrived less than five meters away from them, and the target seemed to be Feng Ying.

Seeing this ghostly figure, Feng Ying's pupils shrank suddenly, being able to have such a speed is definitely not a good stubble, in a hurry, Feng Ying's eyes flashed, and a spiritual power blasted towards the comer.

In the dark night, although Zhao Xiaoyi didn't see it very clearly, he still knew that Feng Ying's spiritual power didn't seem to cause much hindrance to the comers, and the white figure was only slightly sluggish, but it still flew towards Feng Ying.

Feng Ying's face climbed into a panicked color, and when the white figure swept by, he punched forward.

Bang! A muffled sound sounded in the dense forest, but it was not a white figure that flew out, but Feng Ying.

The slender palm shook Feng Ying away, and the white figure also paused, and as her figure paused, Zhao Xiaoyi naturally saw her face clearly.

"Sister Zitong?" Seeing the delicate and charming face and long hair flowing in the wind, Zhao Xiaoyi's eyes widened in surprise.

I haven't been with Zitong for a long time, but Zhao Xiaoyi still knows a little about her, but this does not include Zitong's strength.

Zhao Xiaoyi had always thought that Zitong was just serving the three masters in the bandits' den, but he didn't expect her to do this, and Zhao Xiaoyi could feel that Zitong's strength was not low, and the fluctuation of his breath should be around the second-order martial arts.

Zitong turned her head, her beautiful eyes glanced at Zhao Xiaoyi, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she didn't speak, and then she stepped a little on the ground, and her figure swept over Feng Ying, who had just gotten up from the ground.

The sudden change caught Feng Ying a little off guard, and he wanted to find the Wang family's rescue, but this place was some distance from the Wang family's compound, and no one could hear the words just by shouting in his voice, he knew that he was not Zitong's opponent, and as soon as he got up, he quickly fled towards the Wang family's compound.

Although Feng Ying is a soul master, a second-level soul master can't be compared to a martial madman, Zi Tong's body is a few vertical leaps, zuihou blocked Feng Ying, his slender arm was raised, and under the wave of the white sleeve robe, a slap was thrown on Feng Ying's face, pulling Feng Ying back.

The loud sound spread in the dense forest, Zi Tong looked weak, but the strength of this slap was terrifying, Feng Ying's figure suddenly flew upside down, and a tooth was thrown out in mid-air.

Bang! Feng Ying's figure fell heavily to the ground, and he was about to get up, but Zitong's figure swept over again.

Another resounding slap, this time Feng Ying fell directly in front of Zhao Xiaoyi, and a mouthful of red blood sprayed on Zhao Xiaoyi's legs.

The two loud slaps had already made Feng Ying stunned, his face was swollen like a pig's head, he stood up with difficulty, and his eyes staggered back with a strong look of horror.

Zhao Xiaoyi was right in front of Feng Ying, how could he let go of this kind of opportunity, when Feng Ying stepped back, he quickly took out the long sword. The long sword in his hand shook, and the vitality in his body surged out, and he deftly grabbed Feng Ying's arm, and the tip of the zuihou sword was inserted into Feng Ying's chest without any hindrance.

Poof! Feng Ying's figure stiffened suddenly, and he glanced at Zhao Xiaoyi with a resentful look, and then a mouthful of red blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Let's die!" Zhao Xiaoyi's murderous aura surged all over him, he didn't hesitate, the long sword was pulled out of Feng Ying's chest, and then with a flick of his arms, the wide sword body slashed through the air, and Zuihou cut off Feng Ying's head.

The blood mist flew in the air, and under the cool breeze of the night, the rich smell of blood instantly spread around, stimulating Zhao Xiaoyi's nose.

This is the first time he has killed someone, but he didn't have the fastest heartbeat as he imagined, stimulated by the strong smell of blood, Zhao Xiaoyi felt that the battle intent was aroused, this kind of war intent was very subtle, making his blood surging, just like a fierce beast in the forest, bloody madness.