First update!

My daughter-in-law is more than 5 months pregnant, and I went to do four-dimensional color ultrasound in the afternoon, asking for blessings!

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Unwilling to use tactics again, unwilling to delay any longer, thinking of the villagers who died tragically at the hands of mercenaries, Ji Feng couldn't wait to use the sword in his hand to pierce their chests and dig out their hearts, to see, is TMD red or black?

Who gave them the courage to stretch out their butcher knives to the helpless villagers?

These scumbags, damn it, especially damn it.

Ji Feng held the sword of his son and mother, and suddenly, pointed at Lan Xiang with the tip of the sword, and sneered: "Ha, have you ever thought that feng shui would turn so fast, and soon, you will taste the taste of the sword piercing your chest?"

"From the moment I became a mercenary, I was ready to die every day, but I didn't expect to die at the hands of a hairy boy like you. Lan Xiang used his sword to support his body, and he felt a sense of crumbling, but he didn't choose to beg for mercy, maybe this is the dignity of the mercenaries.

"Come out and mix, you always have to pay it back!" Ji Feng sparked the sword on the ground, and said to Lan Xiangyan, "You have the ability to shatter spirit insects to improve your cultivation in a short time, and the method of burning your life in exchange for a short period of life, I advise you to do it, anyway, you are bound to die, why don't you fight me vigorously?"

"Okay! If you want to die, you have to pull a cushion!"

Lan Xiang took a deep breath, and in an instant, a terrifying amount of power erupted in his body, and the air actually formed a vortex on his body, Ji Feng could clearly feel the surge of his original spirit, and the original appearance of exhaustion of qi and air disappeared in an instant. The improvement of cultivation, accompanied by the inexplicable fire in his body, all of Lan Xiang's injuries were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, sweeping away the crumbling appearance, he was very strong at this moment.

Ji Feng could clearly feel that the terrifying primordial spirit surging in Lan Xiang's body was powerful enough to compete with his mid-stage spirit cultivation.

Then at this moment, Lan Xiang's cultivation is-a mid-stage spiritual scholar.

"Come on!"

Lan Xiang picked up his sword. The original spirit gushed out, and in an instant, the aqua blue original spirit made the entire cave seem to sink in the sea, giving people a surging feeling.

"Lower Star Rank Martial Spirit: Blue Sea Sing!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword danced chicly, and the dense sword qi turned into a wave of angry sea, surging towards Ji Feng with a deafening vastness, and it felt like standing under a thousand huge waves. Very shocking.

"Lower Star Rank Martial Spirit: Blue Sea Sing!"

The same moves, the same dancing chic, when Ji Feng used Lan Xiang's martial arts, he also performed a mirror shot, exactly the same moves, exactly the same surging feeling. Thousands of sword qi accompanied by a deafening sound, rushed towards Lan Xiang, like a huge wave of annihilation.

Rumble!

The two forces met in the cave, and the explosion resounded through the sky. The stone pillars in the cave instantly turned into powder, and the entire bend felt like it had collapsed, and the ground shook and the mountains shook.

Within the boundaries of Dinghe Village, the Tiger mercenaries, who were still searching around, suddenly focused their eyes on the shaking mountain range. Then they looked at each other.

"Get here!"

And in the cave, while Lan Xiang was stunned and distracted, Ji Feng held the Zimu Sword through the rolling waves of qi that had not yet dispersed, and went straight to Lan Xiang's chest.

Poof!

The tip of the sword pierced through Lan Xiang's chest without hindrance. Blood gushed out, slowly dripping to the ground along the cold sword, shattering.

Lan Xiang held Ji Feng's sword blade with his hand. Still incredulous, he asked, "You, how could you, know my martial spirit?"

"Because, I'm smart!"

Flutter!

Without giving Lan Xiang the response he wanted, Ji Feng decisively pulled the sword out of his chest, blood gushed again, and life completely disappeared with the collapse of the curve.

Returning to the place where the bodies of Hei Laojie and his sister were hidden, Ji Feng was shocked to find that their bodies had disappeared inexplicably.

"Huh, is there anyone else?"

After talking to himself, Ji Feng's spiritual power was directly vented, and the pictures of each bend were accurately fed back into Ji Feng's mind until ......

"Here!"

Ji Feng flickered away like a ghost, relying on the path transmitted by spiritual power, and soon reached the bend where the bodies of Hei Laojie and his sister were hidden, but at this moment there was a strange person standing next to them wrapped in a black windbreaker, no need to guess, Ji Feng also knew that he was the strange person in Hei Laojie's mouth.

"Hand over the spirit worm shell and Dinghe Zhu, and I will give you the bodies of the two, otherwise I will destroy them, and then snatch them from you. The strange man in black said lightly.

Ji Feng glanced at the man in black, and actually noticed any fluctuations of the original spirit under the black clothes, but he did not show fear and worry, and still said lightly: "Ha, there is still a yellow finch!"

But in his mind, Ji Feng hurriedly asked Mo Cangli, "Master, what is the origin of this person? Why didn't I feel any fluctuations of the original spirit under the black clothes?"

"Because his primordial spirit flows inside the bones, not the meridians. "Mo Cangli is like an encyclopedia, able to provide Ji Feng with the information he wants, of course, this is completely dependent on Mo Cangli's experience.

"Then what should I do?" Ji Feng asked worriedly.

"Look at it. Mo Cangli is unwilling to let Ji Feng develop the habit of counting on himself when he encounters a little problem, because in that case, it will be difficult for Ji Feng to grow up, he needs Ji Feng to grow up in blood in the battle of life and death, and only with every bloody exercise will Ji Feng become a real strongman.

After speaking, Mo Cangli fell silent, no matter how Ji Feng shouted, there was no movement in the jade bracelet.

Ji Feng understood that Mo Cangli would not make a move.

Cleaning up his disappointment, Ji Feng could also understand Mo Cangli's intentions, although he was a little unhappy, he did not complain about Mo Cangli, but locked his eyes on the strange man in black again, looking for a breakthrough.

The strange man in black saw through Ji Feng's thoughts, and said lightly: "Don't try to find my flaws! ”

"Really?"

After saying that, Ji Feng suddenly launched an offensive, he couldn't waste time here, the big battle with Lan Xiang just now was bound to attract the attention of other mercenaries. If you can't leave the cave while the mercenaries arrive here, it will be another battle.

A quick solution is Ji Feng's biggest goal at present.

While running, Ji Feng directly took off the sword and threw it at the stranger in black. Because the Zimu Sword has the effect of suppressing the vitality of the spirit insect, the richness of the original spirit in the body will also be affected, as long as it touches it, the entire cultivation will be pulled down.

Ji Feng planned to take advantage of the time when the Zimu Sword affected the original spirit of the black-clothed stranger, and used the martial spirit "Fire Dance" to catch the black-clothed stranger off guard, and out of the Zimu Sword, Ji Feng's cultivation will go straight to the mid-stage spirit, and the "Fire Dance" played is naturally much stronger, although it can't defeat the black-clothed stranger, but at least it can hurt him a few points!

The situation is going step by step according to Ji Feng's plan. At the same time, Ji Feng's "Fire Dance" reappeared in the dust, and the scorching air made a "zizi" sound, and his right palm seemed to be burning, and it suddenly became a raging flame, attacking the stranger in black. And the strange man in black also reached out to catch the Zimu Sword as Ji Feng expected, but what made Ji Feng's heart tremble was that he saw the hand that caught the Zimu Sword. It turned out to be the skeleton of a hand.

Under the black clothes, what is hidden is a skeleton?

In any case, how could it be possible to recover the arrow from the string? Ji Feng stiffened his head. slapped at the black-clothed stranger, but what frightened Ji Feng even more was that the black-clothed stranger was not affected by the Zimu Sword at all.

Raising his hand, the cold and black air gathered instantly. It seemed that a miserable ghost scream could be heard inside, and then, the strange man in black shot out at Ji Feng violently.

"Hah!"

The black air conjured up the appearance of a skull. made a numb scalp sound, facing Ji Feng's fire palm.

Rumble!

The two forces met, touching the dazzling light, and the deafening sound waves shattered the stone forest hanging upside down, and the air waves rolled away, and the entire cave seemed turbulent. Although Ji Feng had reached the middle stage of the spiritual warrior, he did not hurt the black-clothed stranger in the slightest, on the contrary, his internal organs were damaged because of the rebound of his strength.

Burst!

After Ji Feng took a few steps back, his throat was sweet, and when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, and he looked at the mysterious strange man in dismay, what kind of cultivation is it?

The black-clothed strange man held the Zimu sword and said lightly: "This sword has the effect of suppressing cultivation. The baby had a good idea, and he actually came up with the idea of using this sword to suppress my cultivation, and then took the opportunity to do it. It's a pity, this sword is only effective against spirit worms, but I don't have spirit worms. Ha Lu Ha ......"

"Without spirit worms, where did the original spirit come from?" Ji Feng asked suspiciously.

"My primordial spirit came from hell and then injected it into my bones. Of course, this sword has no effect on me, aren't you ready to hand over the Dinghe Bead and the Spirit Worm body now?" The black-clothed strange man explained as he touched the Zimu Sword and approached Ji Feng.

"Don't hand it over! If you have the ability, you can grab it yourself!" Ji Feng must provoke the black-clothed stranger, only if the black-clothed stranger uses his martial arts, his "Mirror Shooting Move" will work.

"It's very backbone!" The strange man in black didn't have the slightest worry about Ji Feng, because he had the cultivation of an early spirit envoy, could he still be afraid of a mid-stage spirit warrior?

"Inferior day-level martial arts: the pen sentences life and death. ”

The strange man in black raised his hand and danced, and the cold and black qi instantly condensed into the appearance of the judge's pen, permeating with the most ghostly aura, as if thousands of souls were gathered, and the miserable screams penetrated people's ears. And the black-clothed strange man picked up the judge's pen, soared into the air under the black air, and wrote the word "death" in the air, and then the judge's pen was lightly tapped, and the huge word "death" pressed towards Ji Feng like a hill.

And Ji Feng ......

"Inferior day-level martial arts: the pen sentences life and death. ”

At the same time as the black-clothed monster used martial arts, Ji Feng also decisively displayed the medium-grade martial arts "Mirror Shooting Moves". Exactly the same movements, exactly the same identity, in the eyes of the strange man in black, it is like fighting in the mirror.

Two huge "death" characters meet in the air.

Bang!

The mountains and rivers shook the eight wildernesses, and the bend was swayed by the huge energy, and in just a moment, it was blasted out of a big gap, and the rolling air waves actually made a vacuum here, and then the air was replenished, setting off a hunting wind.

Poof!

Although it is the same move, but the cultivation is different, and the amount of power played is also different, the black-clothed monster is the cultivation of the early stage spirit envoy, but Ji Feng is only a mid-stage spirit master. The two forces met, Ji Feng bore the brunt, the previous residual strength was not dissipated, and at this moment, a new injury was added, and a few mouthfuls of blood cut a perfect arc in the air, dripping in the bend of the cave. (To be continued......)