Flying and jumping on the tallest branch of a tree, Lu Zhongming stood on tiptoe with his hands on the pergola, admiring his masterpiece.

"It's supposed to be dead, right?"

The fire cloud rose into the air and slowly dissipated, Lu Zhongming muttered in his heart, thought about it, and decided to go back and take a look.

"If there's a baby, his knife is really good..."

The moment the crystal rune erupted, Hu Renguang heard the loud noise, looked back in shock, and looked at the fire cloud that was soaring into the sky, and his face changed greatly.

"This is...[Fire Dragon Yin]?Falling Moon Guan's [Fire Dragon Yin]? Damn, how can he have this thing in his hand, when did Falling Moon View even sell his own unique magic weapon?"

After watching for a moment, Hu Renguang's expression was slightly relaxed.

"The power is not right, it is too weak, it should be a defective product, if it is the real [Fire Dragon Yin], all the people who come in will die. ”

That being said, the power of the remnant [Fire Dragon Yin] is still not to be underestimated, especially the close-range hits, thinking about Qiu Rui's fate, Hu Renguang's heart sank.

There was no time to be sad, he retracted his gaze and turned around to continue chasing Feng Zhiping.

Feng Zhiping was more than 100 zhang ahead of the monkey and galloped all the way on the tree, and when he heard the loud noise, he was so frightened that he almost didn't fall, and hurriedly grabbed the branch and hung it in the air, turned his head to look back, and his face trembled.

"Liar! I know you've got a hand!"

Lu Zhongming insisted that the basic talismans he prepared were hallucinogenic talismans, and the five element talismans were few and powerless, at most they were used to harass him, but now this fire cloud proves that this guy is talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Harass?

You can feel the heat wave from such a distance, and if you are hit at close range, Feng Zhiping has no doubt how bleak his fate will be.

"I'll settle accounts with you later. ”

Feng Zhiping swayed for a moment, jumped to another tree and continued to run. In the gallop, his eyes looked at his left waist from time to time.

The clothes on the left side of his waist were torn, and the white and tender skin was exposed, with a slap-long knife wound on it, and a zigzag mark that was more eye-catching than a bloody wound.

The mark is like a birthmark, purple-red in color, and it contains a strange power that not only hinders the healing of the knife, but also exudes a unique aura fluctuation that echoes with someone in the distance.

He knew who the other party was, Blood Knife Gate, Hu Renguang, and this mark was left by the other party.

He tried his best to erase this mark, but there was no way, although Yuan Li had been consuming the power in the mark, but the speed was too slow, and if it continued like this, it would take at least two hours for him to completely dispel it.

Two hours, in his current state, it is unknown whether he will be able to wait until then.

If the mark is not removed, he will not be able to get rid of Hu Renguang, and if he wants to fight back, it is impossible to ambush and sneak attack, so he can only be tough and tough.

Not only that, this mark seems to be poisonous, can produce a certain hallucinatory effect, affecting his sanity, so that he always has a kind of cold dry that is entangled by unjust ghosts, and he can faintly hear unwilling screams and miserable screams in his ears, if he hadn't been bold and seen more terrifying, he might have been too frightened to move by now.

I don't have time to grind with it, and after thinking about it, the fastest way seems to be to cut it off.

Feng Zhiping hesitated.

He is not afraid of pain, not afraid of injury, but he is a normal person, he has no masochistic habits, and as a last resort, which normal person is willing to cut a large piece of skin off himself, or in the most sensitive waist and abdomen?

And even if it is peeled, who can guarantee that it will fall off with the skin?

If the unique secret technique of the Blood Knife Gate can be broken so easily, then it is not qualified to become a unique secret art.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of strong wind behind him burst out, and the spiritual sense detected three foot-long golden needles flying quickly, and the travertine stone pierced through the tree, heading straight for the back of his heart.

"And such a big broken golden needle?!"

Feng Zhiping muttered, and immediately changed direction, who knew that the golden needle actually turned with him, and the speed did not decrease but increased.

"What the hell, Edgeworthy?!"

Some of the best swordsmanship exists in the sword, and the long sword that can be manipulated within a certain range in a short period of time is too difficult to practice, and it takes a lot of energy to control it with spiritual sense, and the gains outweigh the losses, so it is usually used only in the innate above the divine treasure period, and the spiritual consciousness period is used to harass at most.

"This guy fights?"

Feng Zhi was flat-bellied, knowing that it was impossible to hide from the marks on his body, so he could only stand still on the tree, draw his sword and turn around, and take out several swords in a row when the golden needle was near.

His sword is fast, the golden needle is not slow, and it is better than short and dexterous, with his speed and accuracy, more than half of it missed, and it took seventeen swords in one breath to pick off all the golden needles, and one of them still grazed his shoulder and sank into the trunk, dangerous and dangerous.

After delaying this moment, Hu Renguang's figure can already be seen in the dense forest.

Hu Renguang's face was expressionless, his face was slightly pale, and there were faint green tendons on his forehead, obviously manipulating three broken nails at the same time consumed a lot, and he was not better than Feng Zhiping.

Seeing Feng Zhiping's shadow, he perked up, and the speed of his feet was raised again, the bloody knife slashed horizontally, and a knife gang opened the way first.

Seeing that Dao Gang was coming, and the big trees between the two sides were falling one by one, and there was almost no effect of blocking, Feng Zhiping pursed his lips tightly, shook his sword and slashed obliquely, attacking against attack.

Jian Gang swept quickly, intersected with Dao Gang in the blink of an eye, and erupted three zhang away in front of him, and the fierce Gang Qi shot out in all directions, and the surrounding trees were devastated, and the branches and leaves fell, like winter.

Hu Renguang's smile became colder when he saw this, and he slammed two slashes again. 1800 Literature

Feng Zhiping saw that the move was also two sword gangs, and watching the sword gang and sword gang collide again, he suddenly missed the past in his heart.

It's still good when it's the day after tomorrow, the sword qi at that time was not so powerful, and it wouldn't turn, which is so troublesome like now, there is almost no room to dodge, and it can only be consumed.

Taking advantage of this moment, the distance between the two has narrowed a lot.

Feng Zhiping estimated that he couldn't escape, so he simply accepted the idea of escaping, reflexively met it, and threw off the two bundles of blades behind him in mid-air, and any long and short blades were scattered around, leaving only two swords hurriedly prepared on his body.

"How daring!"

Hu Renguang was a little surprised, but more excited.

The knife of the Blood Knife Gate can only exert its full power in hand-to-hand combat, and Feng Zhiping's approach is exactly what he wants.

As everyone knows, Feng Zhiping also thinks so.

The swordsmanship of the Feng family is different from other swordsmanship, based on skill, relying on cultivation for long-range attacks and mutual consumption of long-range attacks in Feng Moxiu's view is a very low-level practice, Feng Zhiping has been deeply rooted in the true transmission of family studies for many years, and has already carved this spirit into the bone marrow, compared to hurting the enemy thousands of miles away, the blade in his hand is more reassuring to hit the opponent.

The two men who were at odds with the mainstream soon met, and the war became white-hot as soon as it was ignited.

Hu Renguang suffered losses again and again, first, Feng Zhiping's "unique cheats" were too weird and powerful, and secondly, he was calculated and lost the opportunity, he was caught off guard and had no ability to show at all.

Feng Zhiping had praised the martial artists of the Blood Sword Sect before as the most suitable person for the battlefield, and he was even more convinced at this time.

In terms of skill alone, Hu Renguang's sword skills are quite inferior to him, but the unique bloody power of the Blood Knife Gate resonates with the blood marks on his body and entangles his body and spirit, if it weren't for the strange sword species to help him calm his mind and suppress the pain, he would probably have fallen into madness by now.

The long sword and the bloody knife fought again and again, and each time it was evenly divided, but it was not.

Hu Renguang consumes internal force, the blood knife is just a channel and a boost, but his sword is a consumable like his internal force, and every time he collides with the spiritual power in the sword, a number of spiritual power will be consumed, and after just more than ten moves, a human-level high-grade sword will be scrapped, and it will be broken into two after another collision.

"Huh?!"

Hu Renguang was stunned, he didn't expect Feng Zhiping's sword to be so unbeatable, could it be that he was holding a human-level mid-to-low-grade treasure blade, or even a mortal product?

He's still hiding his strength?

Feng Zhiping didn't explain, half of the waste sword was thrown at Hu Renguang's face, and with his backhand, he pulled out the sheath of the other sword that was prepared at his waist, took two steps back and staggered his lunge, and put on a momentum start.

"A flash. ”

Silent thoughts in the heart, force under the feet, people are like arrows off the string.

Hu Renguang flew off the sword, and saw a flash of silver light piercing the front door, his eyes did not squint or open wider, and he stood still until the tip of the sword was two palms wide, and then the lightning shot out, and hit the side of the sword blade.

The long sword was inaccurate and tilted to the side, but the sword wind was extremely sharp, leaving a clear red mark on Hu Renguang's eyebrows.

Hu Renguang frowned, and he was about to pursue when he returned the knife, but he saw Feng Zhiping, who was unbalanced, staggered two steps and suddenly disappeared, and almost at the same time, his back was cold again.

So fast?!

Hu Renguang was frightened, couldn't stop it, and jumped forward with the trend.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the giant wolf in the hallucination, one of which was as fast as the legendary immortal method of "shrinking the ground into inches" as it is now, and that illusion must be Feng Zhiping!

The second flash missed, the tip of the sword was maintained two feet away from the back of the heart and chased after Zhang Xu exhausted, Feng Zhiping had no choice but to stop, his steps were wrong, and he moved in another direction before Hu Renguang turned around.

When Hu Renguang turned around, he only saw a trace of afterimage, and his eyes immediately chased after him, and when he saw the main master, he also saw a dazzling silver light.

Three flashes!

The "flash" word formula in the fast sword recipe of the Feng family sword, born from the "Seven Killing Sword" of Diancang Mountain, only pursues speed, exchanges speed for accuracy, and drinks nine flashes in a row, one sword is faster than a sword, and Feng Zhiping's cultivation can only connect five swords in one breath at most.

Now out of the third flash, the speed of the sword is almost twice as fast as the beginning, Hu Renguang wants to hide his body but is fundamentally conscious, and in horror, he can only struggle to lift the knife sideways, the knife is not in the grid, the body avoids the vital point, and the shoulder is wiped by the silver light and takes away a large piece of flesh, but it is not a fatal injury.

The three flashes have passed, Feng Zhiping's breath has declined, and his lungs are hot and painful.

He didn't dare to let go of this breath, as soon as this breath was loosened, not only would the sword force collapse, but his people would also fall into a temporary weakness, and they could only hold on.

Four flashes!

This time, the person did not disappear, even the posture did not change, and he maintained a forward posture of passing by, but the sword turned back strangely and went straight to the throat.

Hu Renguang was powerless to hide, and he forgot to hide, he looked at Feng Zhiping's arm with an exaggerated inhuman reflex in a daze.

Is this an angle that a person can fold?

Dislocated, right?

Why hasn't it broken yet?

Thoughts flashed by, and all that remained was the fear of death.

Time seemed to slow down, and he watched as the little star cold flew towards his throat, and the skin of his throat could even feel its coldness and tingling, and there were only two words left in his blank mind.

Finished!