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"You came down from the cultivation realm?" Suddenly, Chen Feng's brows raised, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

This cold man's performance was very strange, whether it was the demon beast egg or the means of nourishing the spirit with blood, or the eyesight that could call out Yi Rong Dan in one mouth, as well as the treasure-level flying sword, this series of things added up, allowing Chen Feng to judge that this cold man should be from the cultivation realm.

The next cold man's performance made Chen Feng believe that his judgment was correct.

I saw that after listening to Chen Feng's words, the cold man's body suddenly shook, and the speed of the flying sword slowed down a little, and he was chased by Chen Feng in an instant.

Without any hesitation, Chen Feng pointed at the cold man, and with a terrifying energy, he shot straight at the cold man's head.

"Whoosh-" The cold man's head turned away, but he dodged this finger, but the speed was slightly slow.

Chen Feng didn't expect that one blow would be effective, the cold man's speed slowed down, it was Chen Feng's calculation, at this time, Chen Feng had already surpassed the distance of the cold man's sword body. Without hesitation, the Qiushui Sword under Chen Feng's feet suddenly flew up, and instantly came to Chen Feng's hand, and was violently swung by Chen Feng, blocking and slashing at the cold man.

Chen Feng's attack, to the surprise of the cold man, this attack was not something that could be sent out casually. One point earlier, you can't cut it, and if it's a little later, you can't catch it. Chen Feng was able to complete such an accurate attack in a rapid pursuit, how terrifying should that calculation power be?

Unable to do so, the cold man gritted his teeth, and the flying sword under his feet instantly detached from his feet, and the horizontal slash of the Qiushui Sword was sealed with a "dang" sound. Then, the cold man held a flying sword and quickly attacked Chen Feng.

The sound of "jingle bell" was endless, Chen Feng and the cold man collided all the way in the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the two people were in free fall and fell rapidly.

The powerhouses of the Fake Dan Period, driven by the True Yuan, can already stay in the air for a long time, so the fall from a distance of 10,000 meters seems to be thrilling, but in fact, it is just thrilling. Sure enough, when they were about to reach the ground, Chen Feng and the cold man's bodies were all slow, like a falling goose feather, and they fell gently to the ground.

"Fight-" A cold light suddenly flashed, piercing Chen Feng's figure like lightning. Before the cold man could be happy, a sense of crisis suddenly came from behind him, and a green light pulsed wantonly, slashing at the back of the man's neck like lightning. The man sneered, and his body moved strangely, like a swimming fish, bypassing the invasion of the Qiushui Sword and attacking Chen Feng again......

The confrontation between the two sides was extremely intense, and in a breath of time, they had already attacked each other with dozens of moves, and the fierce confrontation still did not stop.

"Ding-" I don't know how long it took, the tips of the swords struck, the strength collided, and the cold man's body kept retreating.

"How come, it's obviously a fake Dan early stage, why is your true yuan so much ahead of me!" The corner of the cold man's mouth was a hint of red, and he said with surprise.

Chen Feng was also a little dignified, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect that Your Excellency is still a sword cultivator, no wonder you can fight against me for so long." "But ......" Chen Feng smiled coldly, and the autumn water in his hand waved sharply: "In front of me, you are not enough to see at all!"

"Huh-" The turquoise sword light was as straight as a green viper, straight to the throat of the cold man.

"Hmph, don't force me!" the man let out a long shout, and the treasure flying sword in his hand suddenly bloomed with a strong white light.

"Roar-" A low dragon groan sounded, and a small white dragon shot straight out, instantly entangled the sword body of the Qiushui Sword.

The white dragon is only two meters long, as if it was carved from white marble, and it looks extremely beautiful. However, the dragon's head looked fierce, the two dragon's eyes were like copper bells, exuding a trace of coldness, a chapter of dragon's mouth fangs made up, and between opening the mouth, a fierce cold gushed out.

Xiaolong's size seems to be small, but the weight is not bad, after wrapping the Qiushui Sword, Chen Feng only felt that his hand was sinking, and he almost couldn't hold it.

"Roar-" Xiaolong swam all the way along the Qiushui Sword, and bullied Chen Feng's body like lightning, and a cold current erupted from his mouth quickly, hitting Chen Feng's head. This cold current is extremely cold, and even a strong person in the False Dan Stage can't get any benefits.

At the critical moment, I only heard Chen Feng's "bah", and a red light suddenly erupted from his mouth. The red light emitted scorching heat, instantly steaming away the cold current spewed out by the white dragon.

The red light shimmered and stopped in mid-air, like a shrunken sun, emitting a raging heat, which was the fire of the earth's heart. Entering the False Dan Period, Chen Feng is more handy with the Imperial Envoy of Earth Soul Fire, and can already be used to attack preliminarily.

"This is the true fire of samadhi? No, there is only a false Dan stage, how can there be a true fire of samadhi?" the cold man exclaimed in surprise, full of incredulity.

Chen Feng didn't explain, but just controlled the Earth Spiritual Fire to shoot rapidly towards the white dragon coiled on the Qiushui Sword.

"Little Dragon, run!" the grim man shouted, the long sword in his hand stabbed at Chen Feng desperately, obviously, this little white dragon was very important to him.

The white dragon instantly took off into the air, trying to dodge the attack of the Earth's Psychic Fire. However, while Chen Feng blocked the man's attack, he controlled the spiritual fire that suddenly exploded, splitting into hundreds of flowers, like a fire net, heading towards the white dragon cover from all directions.

This method of controlling the flames was already more handy after Chen Feng entered the Fake Dan stage.

"Roar—" A low groan of pain rang out, and the net of fire had shrunk abruptly, enveloping the little white dragon. The white dragon was originally an ice dragon, and the flame happened to be its nemesis, not to mention the more advanced earth soul fire, which directly injured its origin.

"Little Dragon, come back quickly!" the grim man hissed and exclaimed, the flying sword in his hand emitting a stream of white light, like a bright light in the night, guiding the white dragon on its way home.

"It's too late!" Chen Feng sneered, his eyes flashed, and the fire in his heart suddenly rose.

"Roar—woo—" The little white dragon let out a mournful roar, and the cold light in his eyes gradually dissipated, gradually becoming hollow. The body that had been struggling in mid-air was also weak, and it fell straight to the ground, fluttering a few times, and then there was no movement.

Chen Feng looked coldly at the dead white dragon, without the slightest guilt in his heart. The way of cultivating the truth is the law of the jungle, no one is right or wrong, and there can be no mercy on the enemy!

"You killed my little dragon, this is my good brother, you actually killed him......! You forced me...... I want you dead!" a stream of blood rose under the cold man's tearful eyes. The next moment, a red elixir appeared in his hand.

"Cultivating the Demon Pill?" Chen Feng looked abrupt and shouted in a lost voice.