Ning Baifeng withdrew from Zhang Xu in one step, and opened his mouth to spit out a wisp of white light.

At the moment when the red shadow and the woman in white retreated, the white mang's virtual reality melted through, passed through the body of the woman in white, and directly stabbed the red shadow's chest, passing through, bringing out a gorgeous blood flower from the back.

Red Shadow let out a terrible cat meow.

The sword trick in Ning Baifeng's hand turned.

The white mang flipped in an instant, piercing the head of the red shadow, and then pierced through the skull, hovering three inches from the center of the woman's eyebrows in white.

But this time, Bai Mang didn't bring a trace of blood.

In an instant, the red shadow dissipated, and the shape-shifting monster named the embroidered fox disappeared.

Ning Baifeng's left hand snapped the sword finger, and the white mang turned into nothing, hidden and invisible.

The natal flying sword, the virtual and the real are phased, and one sword can break ten thousand laws.

This is where the unreasonableness of sword cultivation lies.

However, at this time, someone escaped the attack of this fatal sword.

Ning Baifeng didn't see clearly how the other party escaped this sword, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

From beginning to end, Ning Baifeng likes to plan before acting.

Therefore, when he faced the embroidered raccoon, he thought about how to deal with the enemy.

Not letting Nie Hongzhu paint for a long time does not mean that he has forgotten Nie Hongzhu, it is precisely this kind of moment that he unexpectedly summons out, and then cooperates with the natal flying sword to launch a fatal blow.

The effect was brilliant, but it didn't kill with a single hit.

And the scene in front of me is really incredible.

Nie Hongzhu held the sword, looked around vigilantly, and said in a low voice: "Childe, Uncle Yuan once said that the things that transform into demons and spirits have some natural powers. ”

Regarding this point, once on the ferry boat that left Qingdu to return to Yuanshan, Yuantai talked about this matter.

After the demon spirit thing is successfully transformed, with its own body, there will always be some unbelievable means, which are collectively referred to as natural supernatural powers.

Different from the cultivation of the method, it is a spell made by vitality. The natural supernatural power and the demon spirit thing are integrated, and they can be used at will, as simple as eating and drinking, which is also the reason why the demon spirit object is not the Yuan Infant Realm after it is transformed, but it can be compared to the Yuan Infant Realm.

Heaven is ruthless, but it does not spoil the world, and the demon spirit comes from a humble background, but there must be gains if there is a loss.

Even on the miscellaneous collection of some authors' works, he boldly imagined it. Many spells in the world are innate supernatural powers learned from demonic things.

Although it is not confirmed, it is very convincing.

At this time, the instant disappearance of the embroidered raccoon cat is likely to be the tanuki's natural supernatural powers.

Ning Baifeng secretly sighed and disappeared with his innate spiritual purpose.

If the spiritual eyes refined by the Qi Hope Technique are still there, the tanuki's natural powers will definitely not be able to escape his eyes.

"If you dare to hurt my life, I will eat you inch by inch!"

The woman's shrill voice sounded in all directions in the forest, and it was impossible to tell where it came from and where it was.

Ning Baifeng didn't speak, his expression was indifferent.

But from this sentence, he analyzed one thing.

This matter is very interesting, but it is indeed a great threat to Ning Baifeng at this time.

Hurt my life, a very strange statement.

But on the tanuki, it's a very mysterious thing.

Rumor has it that cats have nine lives.

If you practice properly, you will grow a tail every nine years, and you will grow nine all the time, and nine is the most numerous. When the nine-tailed cat demon successfully transformed, one of its tails can be worth one life when it is in crisis, so it is called nine lives.

Thinking of this, Ning Baifeng's right hand bridge was slightly rained, and the sword yuan in his body was lucky.

Suddenly, the stream broke apart.

A figure swept out in an instant, and Nie Hongzhu couldn't react and was knocked out.

In an instant, a red shadow appeared in front of Ning Baifeng.

The embroidered raccoon has been hiding in the stream!

It is said that the tanuki is tired of water, but Ning Baifeng did not expect that this cat demon was hiding in the stream close at hand, and he made a sound just to disturb the audio-visual, in preparation for this unexpected blow.

Ning Baifeng's flying sword was like this just now, he didn't expect the other party to learn and apply it so quickly.

At this time, it was too late for the natal flying sword to protect himself.

Obviously, the embroidered fox already had experience in dealing with sword cultivation.

When there are no means such as sword suppression talismans and cage locks, hand-to-hand combat is the best way to deal with sword cultivation. Otherwise, you can only die under the flying sword, or you will be exhausted.

Ning Baifeng had already expected it.

Since you can't tell the other party's body speed, then protect yourself.

It rained on the bridge in his hand, and he struck out continuously in a blocking style, with the circulation of sword yuan, and the black sword shadow was densely spread all around.

Poop!

Sharp claws slammed into the black spine.

The ferocious force made the blocking style stagnate in an instant, revealing a trace of gap.

Ning Baifeng clearly saw a trace of cruelty flashing in the erected pupils of the embroidered fox.

As soon as the gap came out, another finger claw burst into the air.

Ning Baifeng immediately used the smoke and rain method to move his body, and came out with one foot to avoid this

claws, the figure appears a foot away.

The embroidered fox struck the air with a claw, and was about to pursue, but disappeared in an instant.

A white light pierced the remnants that remained in place.

......

In another part of the battlefield, Nie Hongzhu, who was knocked into the broken tree after being repulsed, had no time to get up, and the figure of the embroidered fox appeared in front of her, and her fingers and claws hit her head.

Nie Hongzhu was startled at first, and then he didn't dodge or dodge, and directly hit his finger claw, allowing it to pass through his skull.

The corners of the embroidered fox's mouth are slightly upturned, and it is easy to kill the sword spirit.

Afterwards, the sword was given to the master, and it was thought that there would be a greater reward.

But in the next moment, the embroidered fox was about to retreat violently, and the cruel and smug pupils were instantly full of terror.

Because the figure of the woman in white was not dispersed.

Ning Baifeng had already guessed what would happen the moment the embroidered fox figure disappeared.

Therefore, the sword yuan in the body is lucky, the smoke and rain under his feet move instantly, the sword trick in his left hand is pinched, and the rain on the bridge in his right hand hits the back of the embroidered fox in a finger style.

In the next moment, Nie Hongzhu, who was pierced through his head, quickly raised his arm.

A sword slashes off the head of an embroidered raccoon.

Blood splattered, accompanied by a terrible roar.

Then the figure of the embroidered fox flashed back again.

But at this moment, Ning Baifeng had already come here, and with a finger blow, he stabbed the head of the embroidered fox flash, and blood splattered again.

Immediately after, the flash vanished, and a wisp of white light pierced over the stream, once again carrying a puddle of blood.

Several times blood was sprinkled, accompanied by a howl.

Bai Mang was once again invisible under the sword technique.

The puddle of blood spilled in the water and went downstream with the stream.

A series of attacks, taking place between lightning and flint.

Ning Baifeng put away his sword and stood still.

The head of Nie Hongzhu a zhang away is still the same, but it is a little thin and almost transparent.

The two looked at each other and confirmed that they were okay.

The seamless cooperation between the master and servant just now, hit several times, but failed to really kill them. It's counted as cutting off three lives, plus the first one, for a total of four.

Nine to four, just to hit the embroidered fox hard.

Cats are cautious, and those setbacks just now are obviously a move to underestimate the enemy, after all, it is a big realm higher, and in many cases, it can almost be crushed.

What's more, in the form of the embroidered raccoon's elusive spirit, facing the normal Sword Pill Realm, it is almost a one-hit kill.

However, Ning Baifeng was an outlier.

Not only is the speed of the flying sword amazing, but even the reaction speed and battle awareness are terrifying.

Not only did the embroidered fox not take advantage, but was cut off four lives and suffered heavy losses.

There was no movement in the woods.

There were thunderstorms in the sky, and there were occasional sword lights shining in the clouds.

A few miles away in the farmland, a farmer raised his head and muttered and cursed the thief. There was thunder on a dry day, and showers were coming, so we had to finish harvesting the wheat quickly.

Ning Baifeng held his breath, and on the black sword in his hand, blood slowly dripped to the ground.

Nie Hongzhu glanced at the blood stains on the long sword in his hand and frowned slightly.

Fusing with the sword, the two are one, and the blood stains on the sword body are undoubtedly smeared on her own body, how not to disgust her.

Time passed slowly, and a wind blew in from afar, bringing the smell of blood from this place into the distance.

The two white-clothed figures stood still, silent.

Although the embroidered fox did not make a sound, or even appeared again, Ning Baifeng did not think that the Fa was gone, because in his intuition, the faint sense of crisis had not disappeared.

There is no movement, which can only mean that the embroidered fox is waiting for the opportunity.

This timing may be Ning Baifeng's laxity, or it may be the end of the battle in the sky.

Perhaps the latter is a little more likely.

After all, it is two to one, especially Yan Zishi and Zhenlong Seal, an imperial sealing weapon that contains luck, even if Jiang Feng's cultivation is high, he will still be hated in the Haoran lecture hall.

The two sides are caught in a race for time.

The sky is a vision.

......

Bang!

Suddenly, an earth-shattering thunderclap rang out, and a bright light illuminated the heavens and the earth.

Ning Baifeng suddenly slashed together.

The white light pierced into a shadow on the rocky beach a few feet away on the other side of the stream.

With a soft thud, several moss-covered boulders shattered in half and plunged into the stream, the sound muffled by the thunder in the sky.

Ning Baifeng frowned slightly, this seemed to be attacking the empty space, but it actually hit the empty space.

The figure hidden there had already retreated long before the flying sword had passed.

The woods, which were full of broken trees, once again fell into a confrontation.

However, at this moment, two figures suddenly appeared upstream and downstream on both sides of the stream, separated by more than ten zhang.

Bai Feng's eyes swept away, and his mind was settled.

On the other side of the stream, the middle-aged man in a Confucian robe looked embarrassed, and the clothes on his body were torn everywhere, without the slightest neat appearance of a scholar, and there were some scratches and blood oozing.

And by the stream a few zhang away from Ning Baifeng, a man in a white sword robe was also torn in many places, and his body was mottled with blood, and the most remarkable thing was that the man was holding a head that was constantly dripping blood.

The three fought, Chen Songfeng and Jiang Feng returned, and Yan Zishi was actually beheaded!

Such a result was beyond Ning Baifeng's expectations, but it was somewhat expected.

Half-step sword immortal, strong to the point.

Jiang Feng looked at the scholar opposite and said indifferently: "Confucian scholar, you shouldn't be used like this, I'll spare your life." ”

Chen Songfeng coughed and looked up at the sky slightly.

Fragments of fine pieces slowly fell from the sky.

Ning Baifeng looked at it carefully, and it was some paper, which was obviously Chen Songfeng's book.

Chen Songfeng smiled and said, "Sword cultivation in the world is unreasonable, I didn't expect you Jiang Feng to be so reasonable and taught." ”

Jiang Feng gently turned his head to look at Ning Baifeng, confirmed that everything was fine, and then threw the head in his hand at Chen Songfeng's feet, and said, "You know what to do." ”

Chen Songfeng shook his head and said, "I don't want to owe favors anymore. ”

Jiang Feng snorted coldly from his nose and said, "I, Jiang Feng, am not the kind of shameless person who wants to repay his kindness!"

"I'll give you the head, I just don't want to see a scholar wandering. Confucian scholars should educate the people in the academy, instead of running to the wilderness to find someone to fight!"

"It's not your job!"

Chen Songfeng coughed again, his eyes fell on the head, and he smiled bitterly.

If he hadn't been chosen, where would he have done such a humiliating thing.

After a while, Chen Songfeng took off his broken robe, put Yan Zishi's head in his hand, and carried it in his hand.

Then he looked at Ning Baifeng, looked at it, and said, "Ning Baifeng, Chen is willing to continue teaching in the Washing Pen Academy, I don't know what you think?"

Ning Baifeng raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Mr. Chen is willing." ”

Chen Songfeng nodded, and after making a Confucian salute, he turned around and left.

Jiang Feng stood in place, not moving at all.

Ning Baifeng glanced around, then nodded towards Nie Hongzhu, and then walked to Jiang Feng's side.

The two did not speak, and the forest was silent.

After waiting for the tea time, Jiang Feng suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, then he squatted down, put his hand into the stream, washed away the blood stains on his palm, and then washed his face again.

After standing up again, Jiang Feng's gaze crossed Ning Baifeng and fell on Nie Hongzhu, and said, "I didn't expect you to have a lot of treasures. ”

Ning Baifeng smiled, didn't answer, and said, "Yan Zishi's cat demon ......"

Jiang Feng wiped the water stains on his face and said, "If you escape, someone will clean it up." ”

Ning Baifeng thought about it and nodded.

A moment later, in the shattered forest, two figures left.

......

......

A few miles away, on a hillside outside a mountain village.

A woman in a red embroidered robe suddenly appeared by a tree, holding on to the trunk and gasping for breath, looking back from time to time, her eyes flustered.

The owner who had raised him for hundreds of years was actually killed, and she couldn't afford to take revenge.

The master who has all kinds of means has been killed, what can she do, she can only escape.

After a moment's respite, she turned her head to look at the mountain village with smoke curling down the hillside, and her eyes flashed with excitement.

When her master died, she was free, and from then on the sky was high!

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly let out a scream.

A bloodstained palm suddenly appeared behind her and grabbed her neck.

The air twisted, and Chen Songfeng's figure appeared.

With a shake of his palm, the woman in the big red embroidered robe immediately shrunk and turned into an orange-red tanuki.

Chen Songfeng lifted the tanuki's neck, stared at the tanuki's eyes, and said: "Yan Zishi is dead, leaving you outside will inevitably be a disaster, although I really want to kill you, but everything has spirits, it is not easy to remember your cultivation, from now on follow me, unless I die, or until you get rid of this habit of eating blood and food, there is no possibility of leaving!"

The tanuki's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he lowered his head as if resigned to his fate.

But in those invisible eyes, the cruelty was still there.

Chen Songfeng carried the cat, looked at the mountain village below, and breathed a sigh of relief.

If it is too late, the mountain village will inevitably be left alone.

......

......

Half a day later, the imperial study room of the Dayan Palace.

The new emperor of Dayan, Ji Wu, received a special guest.

A tattered reader, and a tooth-gnashing human head.