Tang Hong escaped death, and as soon as he was free, he immediately retreated, retreating far away, slowly fanning the black bat wings behind him in the air, and looking at Qian Bufeng who held the Xuanbing Fire Sword in his hand again with horror.

The bloody thunder just now, although Tang Hong didn't know where it came from, it did save his life.

Now that he knew that this sword spirit had mastered the power of time and space, his fear and defense against it had deepened.

And now Qian Bufeng, after the sword spirit suddenly left his body, although he was shocked, his expression remained unchanged, holding the Xuanbing Fire Sword in his hand, maintaining the posture of the previous sword spirit possession, he must not let Tang Hong see the clues.

Fortunately, although the sword spirit was separated from his body, the white circle of light was still wrapped around Qian Bufeng, which allowed him to still stand in the void.

However, this is not the way to go.

Although Tang Hong was afraid of the sword spirit now and did not dare to make a rash move, after a long time, if he saw that Qian Bufeng had not moved, he would inevitably have suspicions.

The situation is temporarily stable, but without the help of the Sword Spirit seniors, what should I do next?

Qian Bufeng's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and he didn't come up with a good way for a long time, so he had to grit his teeth and say secretly: "So far, I can only fight, and a dead horse is a live horse doctor!"

The voice in his heart fell, Qian Bufeng's expression remained unchanged in his eyes, his face remained indifferent, he raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Tang Hong in the distance, and then slowly raised the Xuanbing Fire Sword in his hand, aimed at Tang Hong's heart in the air, and slowly stabbed out with a sword.

The posture, speed, and direction of the bland sword were exactly the same as the sword stabbed out when the sword spirit was possessed.

Tang Hong saw this familiar sword in the distance, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly, and was shocked: "Come back?!At such a distance, can your power of time and space still trap me?!"

He really wanted to take a gamble, find out where the boundaries of this sword were, and then try to crack it.

But he didn't dare.

Just now, he had indeed felt the breath of death under this sword, and he had never felt that death was so close to him.

At that time, as long as the sword stabbed forward so much more, he Tang Hong was afraid that he would have returned to Huangquan.

Or maybe if the red thunder reappeared in the night of that moment, what was waiting for him was still death.

If this sword can still freeze the time and space where he is at this time, then will the red thunder that saved his life just now still appear to break the siege?

There are too many variables in this, and if there is a slight deviation, the price Tang Hong will pay will be his life.

Therefore, after some quick weighing, Tang Hong decided to flee first!

Since a decision has been made, then there will be no delay, this is Tang Hong's consistent style.

So after he glanced at Qian Bufeng, who was stabbing out with his sword, he suddenly turned around, his wings turned into a blurred black shadow, and he fled away with the hurricane, and disappeared into the distant sky after a while.

After Tang Hongyuan escaped, Qian Bufeng still maintained the posture of stabbing out with a sword, and it took a long time to recover and let out a long sigh of relief, and then he realized that the clothes behind his back were all wet with sweat.

But fortunately, his pretentious sword finally scared Tang Hong away.

This time, Qian Bufeng was startled into a cold sweat, fortunately, his psychological quality was excellent, after the sword spirit was separated from his body, although he was shocked in his heart, he did not show any flaws on the surface, which successfully scared Tang Hong, a terrible opponent, away.

Qian Bufeng took a few deep breaths, adjusted his somewhat unstable breath, and called Xiao Xingzi back, muttering to himself, "Tang Hong, I remember you.........."

At this time, Xiao Xingzi had already flown over, Qian Bufeng scattered the white aperture with a thought, and gently fell on its back, saying, "Little Xingzi, let's go to Sister Yan and Bai Bai!"

Xiao Xingzi let out a clear roar when he heard this, and then his wings suddenly turned into a white light and shadow, and he flew through the sky.

On the way, Qian Bufeng's mind was rummaging over and over again thinking about three things: First, what is the relationship between the sword spirit and the mysterious white jade orb?

Second, why does summoning the Sword Spirit need to be mediated by blood?

Three, where did the blood-colored thunder and lightning that suddenly appeared just now come from?

A series of questions turned over in his mind, but Qian Bufeng had no clue, and he just felt that his whole head was about to explode.

This kind of thing that can't be clarified and can't be imagined, but it can't help but think about it, money has always been the most annoying.

You think about it, you can't think of a reason.

If you don't think about it, you don't even know what terrible things you've provoked, and maybe one day something terrible will pop up and kill him.

When he was on Earth, he was a top researcher, and he specialized in bombs, which was so dangerous that there was no room for error.

Every piece of data, every piece of material, every step, it has to be clear and clear.

Because once there is a slight deviation, it is very likely that the little life will be put into it.

Therefore, when encountering something that threatens his life, Qian Bufeng is bound to make it clear from beginning to end.

Because of this, he now feels that his brain is about to explode, his heart is a mess, he is anxious and dry, and he has begun to grab his hair.

But if you want to solve something, you can't solve it without finding out where it comes from.

Don't talk about grabbing your hair, you just want to bald your head, and that won't help.

Qian Bufeng is in this state now.

In a distraught mood, he directly backhanded Cong and pulled out the Xuanbing Flame Sword from his back, stood up on Xiao Xingzi's back, and slashed at the wind whistling past his ears.

Swinging, stabbing, slashing, chopping, messing around.

After a while, the turmoil in my heart finally calmed down a bit.

Qian Bufeng sat down again, closed his eyes slightly, took a few deep breaths, and then opened his eyes gently, just in time to see the white jade bead on the hilt of the Xuanbing Fire Sword in his hand.

At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, patted his head, and said, "These three things have one thing in common, that is, they are all related to this mysterious white jade orb." ”

In other words, this bead, which contains the mysterious power of Tai Chi, is the source of all the doubts in my mind. As long as you figure out its origin, then all doubts will be solved!"

Speaking of this, a thought suddenly flashed through Qian Bufeng's mind, and he said to himself: "I must have missed something very important." What the hell is it?"

After thinking for a while, he suddenly shouted, "Little Xingzi, turn around and go back to the Ice and Fire Spring!"