Hearing Gan Ping's fierce words, Feng Xingyuan's originally slightly calmed killing intent was stirred up again. If it is said that the masters of the Yuanying realm can already investigate the way of heaven and speculate on the will of heaven to seek good fortune and avoid evil, monks like Feng Xingyuan, who have already stepped into the Yuanying realm with half a foot, can naturally feel the threat in Gan Ping's words. At this time, Feng Xingyuan had already put away his contempt for the childish man in front of him, and he had already touched the trajectory of the Xuanzhi and Xuantian Dao, and faintly felt that the desperate kid in front of him was likely to threaten his life and the future of the Iron Gate Sect.

After experiencing the previous events, although Gan Ping was young and his cultivation was low, his mental means made Feng Xingyuan look sideways. First of all, he exhausted his means, and with the lowly cultivation of the condensation realm, he actually took his own punch and took the opportunity to escape. Even under the pursuit of his dignified Jindan peak monk, he tried to escape for three days and three nights, if it weren't for his familiarity with this Zihua Immortal Mansion, he forced this son into a desperate situation. Maybe the spirit stone is gone, and the real yuan is not good, but it is himself.

After all, his worth is not comparable to this loser's boy, thinking of this, Feng Xingyuan couldn't help but glare at Gan Ping again. Good boy, this kind of mental means qualify perseverance, just thinking of the pain when he swallowed a large amount of pills and escaped with the power of the pill explosion. Feng Xingyuan couldn't help but shudder, this son is not a friend or foe, and he must not stay, otherwise it will become a big disaster if he is allowed to grow.

"Hmph, ten years, today next year will be your death day! When I capture you alive, and then refine you, and take out the true dragon essence blood, my brothers and sisters will definitely become immortals. At that time, my brother will be in charge of the sect's immortal weapons, and I don't think that Miaocheng Sect will fight with our Iron Gate Sect because of you. Gan Ping heard Feng Xingyuan's words but was not moved, he already knew that today's things would be difficult to be good, so he had already started to think desperately. Even if I can't help this great monk at the peak of Jindan, even if I die, I have to drag him into the water together, don't think that I Gan Ping is a soft persimmon kneaded by everyone, if you want to eat me, you also have a good tooth.

"It's okay if I want to be caught, but there's one thing you need to promise me. A cold light flashed in Gan Ping's eyes, and he said in a deep voice. Feng Xingyuan couldn't help but secretly rejoice when he saw that Gan Ping's mouth was loose, he was also afraid that this kid would plunge into the witch tomb when he was young and vigorous, and he would want to cry without tears at that time. "Tell me what the hell is going on. Feng Xingyuan is not a fool, and he didn't say yes.

"Eat me, I want to see how big the gap is between me and the monks at the peak of Jindan. Death must also be a ghost who understands!" said Gan Ping's erected index finger, a faint knife shadow flashed, because Gan Ping's mind commanded, that day the Demon Blood God Knife had already converged the breath of the whole body, and it looked no different from ordinary Gang Qi.

I see, Feng Xingyuan couldn't help but laugh dumbly, it turned out that this kid didn't give up, since he could see that he was a monk at the peak of Jindan, this kid's vision was not bad. After distinguishing the dim crimson sword light, Feng Xingyuan pursed his lips, "Since you don't give up, then I will fulfill you, but in the front, if this knife can't hurt me, you will obediently go back with me and be at my mercy." Gan Ping smiled coldly, a cloud demon fire Xuan Thunder and a wisp of propylene fire Yuan Gang were wrapped around the blade, one green and one yellow, and the two rays of light surrounded the blood-red sword, which was extremely gorgeous and dazzling.

Feng Xingyuan's expression was slightly abrupt, this kid has been using endless means, and he doesn't want to capsize in the gutter. But although this kid can't detect the magic of the escape, but the current competition is the power of the true yuan mana, if he is at the peak of the golden pill, he is injured by this kid at the beginning of the condensation, wouldn't he be laughed at when he says it? Feeling the sword light, the aura of the Yuntian Demon Fire Xuanlei and the Binghuo Yuangang made Feng Xingyuan kiss a little vigilant, although the power is greater, it can't hurt himself.

It's ridiculous that this Feng Xingyuan has eyes and no beads, where can he understand the power of this Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife, this magic knife is famous in the Kyushu space, if it can exert all its power, it is enough to kill the master of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. At the moment, it is just a faint ray of sword, which has not reached its heyday, nor has it forged the supreme magic knife form, but if you underestimate it because of this, you will suffer a loss.

Seeing Feng Xingyuan's full of promises, Gan Ping sneered slightly in his heart. His wisp sword is still extremely weak, if he wants to kill this monk at the peak of the golden pill, it is a fool's dream that the sky is thick. But if it is not prepared, it is enough to make the monks at the peak of Jindan suffer a loss, especially this Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife can devour the essence and blood soul of the monk the most, and if it is slashed by it, even Mo Yifeng will have a slight headache, not to mention this Feng Xingyuan.

Gan Ping is ready to die here at the moment, but he is not willing to be killed silently like this, since he has done it, he has to be vigorous, you Feng Xingyuan actually wants my life, you must be prepared to withstand your desperate blow. Although Feng Xingyuan looked indifferent on the surface, he was actually secretly prepared. This kid is scheming, and the number of means is eye-catching, Feng Xingyuan is loose outside and ready to stop, and waved his hand, "Come on, boy, let me see what you rely on." ”

With the gap between the cultivation of the two, even if Gan Ping is given a Xuanbing with a handle and a product to attack Feng Xingyuan, it is difficult to hurt him in the slightest, because the Xuanbing of this product, Gan Ping's cultivation cannot exert its power at all, and it is just a joke. Seeing that Feng Xingyuan's face didn't care, Gan Ping was overjoyed, and the little True Yuan mana left in his body was violently sent, and the dark red sword that was wrapped around the Xuantian Demon Fire Xuanlei and the Dragon Pattern Binghuo Yuangang slowly flew up, heading straight for Feng Xingyuan.

At first, it was extremely slow, but it suddenly accelerated as if tearing through the space and came to Feng Xingyuan, leaving a long black mark on the tail of the sword, which was the crack left by devouring the split space when the demonized blood god knife accelerated that day. This sudden speed and power also surprised Feng Xingyuan, and with a wave of his robe sleeves, he bombarded the sword. If you have to use a magic weapon to deal with the attack of a condensation realm disciple, you don't have to mix it up as a Jindan monk.

The flesh power of the eight thousand stones and the power of the true yuan swung out, slamming into the blade of the sword, and the strong force made the Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife let out a trace of wailing. The dark red sword light also dimmed a lot, and the Yuntian Demon Fire Xuanlei that surrounded it suddenly exploded, bringing a strong gust of wind. However, although this Yuntian Demon Fire Xuanlei was known as strong, it was only among the cultivators of the same level, and it was not regarded as a matter in the eyes of masters like Feng Xingyuan. Without frowning, Feng Xingyuan's hand continued to think about the sword swinging, although the Xuan Thunder exploded, it was difficult to resist his power, and it disappeared in an instant.

The dragon pattern that had transformed into a mini dragon suddenly became powerful, turning into a huge spark and rushing up, heading straight for Feng Xingyuan's face. Feeling the power of the powerful in-line flame, Feng Xingyuan frowned slightly, and the palm of his hand shook the domineering flame into the air. Gan Ping, who was connected to his heart, spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale and his body was shaky, and he couldn't support it. Obviously, the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuangang that was connected to his mind was crushed, and it also caused great damage to his divine sense.

Now only the smooth and slippery knife was still thinking about Feng Xingyuan's face, Feng Xingyuan grabbed it a few times, but this knife was like a slippery swimming fish that wanted to slip through his fingers. With a cold snort, Feng Xingyuan's palm swelled violently, and he grabbed the knife in the air, crushing the knife, didn't Gan Ping at the end of the strong crossbow be captured?

Feng Xingyuan, who had such a thought, pounced with a palm, he was already a little impatient, seeing that this hateful boy had reached the point of running out of oil and running out of lamps, and was already crumbling there, he took this knife himself, and he could directly capture it. Therefore, most of Feng Xingyuan's mind was on Gan Ping, and he didn't notice the light of the sword that floated like a boat in his own strength.

Although Gan Ping's face was pale, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, because he had already seen that Feng Xingyuan's giant hand had touched the tail of the demonized blood god knife that day, and his plan had been achieved. Since you are bullying, don't blame me for being ruthless, after this time, I will see if you still have the ability to impact the realm of the primordial infant in this life!