"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" long knife is like electricity, the knife is deadly, Leng Fei uses a flying knife to protect his fist, and Taiyue Zhen Soul Hammer to meet it.

While trying his best to resist, he secretly complained bitterly, and at the same time branded the knife technique, Heming's eight knives were far from the original middle-aged man in Sun Heming's hands, and the power was ten times different.

The middle-aged man and his apprentice had already been killed by themselves, and they didn't even have time to use the Eight Swords of the Crane Ming.

Sun Heming's knife posture is concise, a knife is as fast as a knife, and the power of Leng Fei's counterattack was borrowed by him, making the knife faster.

Leng Fei's strength is not inferior to him, but his internal qi keeps rushing in, aggravating his injuries, and if he continues like this, he will die of injuries sooner or later.

"Snort!" Leng Fei suddenly struck a flying knife.

This knife is extremely abrupt, and it was originally held with a long knife to resist, and it was impossible to prevent it.

The "Ding ......" long knife lit up violently, suddenly accelerated, and slashed the flying knife accurately and quickly.

Leng Fei's eyes lit up.

This knife is not the sword momentum in the eight knives of Crane Ming.

It turned out to be the Nine Swords of Crane Ming!

"Whew!"

"Ding......

"Whew!"

"Ding......

Two throwing knives were shot, and they were slashed by two more knives.

"Good knife technique!" Leng Fei laughed, turned around and fled, and when he turned around, a white light floated from the bottom of his sleeve.

"Ding ......" Sun Heming slashed down with a knife, his face gloomy.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

I was almost fooled just now, and as soon as Leng Fei turned around and ran away, he wanted to chase him.

Leng Fei moved too fast, and made him lose his normal heart, and he involuntarily rushed to catch up, and was almost stabbed.

He paused, suppressed his impatience, and regained his composure.

Leng Fei galloped under his feet, urging the green ox to hit the sky to recover from the injury, and the jade ginseng Xuelandan was also playing a role to slow down the injury.

He ran faster and faster, turning into a shadow, but Sun Heming's speed was faster, and the distance gradually narrowed.

"Look at the knife!" Leng Fei suddenly flew out.

"Whew!" roared.

"Ding ......" Sun Heming swung his knife and slashed down, and the speed of his progress suddenly decreased.

The power of the flying knife is extremely large, the speed is too fast, Sun Heming can only swing the knife to block hard, but the knife momentum can't remove all the power, and the speed can't help but slow down.

He gritted his teeth in anger.

It's impossible to catch up like this, and the flying knife is too hateful to avoid it as it gets closer.

"Look at the knife!"

"Whew!"

"Ding......

Twenty miles later, the distance approached again, and Leng Fei threw it off again: "Look at the knife!"

"Whew!"

"Ding......

The speed of the two is extremely fast, and they have left Heming Mountain for two hundred miles unconsciously, and they are still moving away, chasing and escaping at a very fast speed.

Leng Fei's physique is not as good as before, and with the green ox hitting the sky to make up for it, you can run away without sleep.

Running from night to dawn, they were thousands of miles away from Heming Mountain, and both of them were steaming.

Leng Fei shot a flying knife from time to time, and sometimes he let it go, shouting to see the knife, but he didn't throw it.

Sometimes it's pebbles that are thrown.

But the speed was too fast, and I only saw a white light, and I couldn't see whether the flying knife was a small pebble.

Sun Heming could only keep swinging his knife and slashing away, in vain.

The ninth sword of the Nine Swords of Heming was fast and desperate, but it was extremely powerful, and Leng Fei saw this weakness.

"Look at the knife, look at the knife, look at the knife!"

He shouted in his mouth, his hands did not stop, and white light shot out one after another, endlessly, making Sun Heming scramble.

"Ding Ding ......"

Some are stones, some are flying knives, and the stones are like tofu when they meet the treasure knife, but the power on the stones is still transmitted to the knife.

Leng Fei's injuries have recovered and his strength is stronger.

Sun Heming's face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth.

The power of this kid's secret weapon is getting stronger and stronger, and if he goes on like this, he really can't take it.

"Drink!" he snapped, his shirt bulging like a ball, and then quickly deflated and wrapped around his body.

His speed increased dramatically, and his body and sword merged into a single light.

"Ding ......" Leng Fei flew out upside down.

The power of this knife was twice as strong, and a sharp cold energy was like an awl piercing through the internal organs in an instant.

He opened his mouth involuntarily and shot out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

The body was hollowed out in an instant, and all the strength disappeared at once, and he was weak and weak, and he no longer had the same vigor as before.

"Hehe!" Sun Heming let out a sneer.

His blow was a secret ice pick, a secret technique that could only be performed by a qi practitioner, and a blow that a master of practicing strength would never be able to stop.

The key is internal strength.

The ice pick is the result of his adventure, and he has worked hard to condense the strength of several taps, which are stored in several acupuncture points, and when he fights the enemy, he is the most vicious and powerful.

Leng Fei knows that it's not good.

I'm afraid I'm going to die here.

Could it be that he relived this life, struggled for so long, just obtained the Nine Dragons Locking Heaven Secret and the Purifying Pill, and was about to show his might all the way up, but then abruptly died at the foot of the mountain?

He was not reconciled!

"Ah——!" he hissed and roared, and two jade ginseng snow landans entered his mouth, fighting for fate to turn the green ox into the sky.

In anger, he completely turned into a green bull and questioned the sky.

Why is it that as a green ox, he can only be driven by others, why can he only bury his head in pulling the plow and cannot control his own destiny, why is he born destined to only eat grass, be a weakling, and not dominate the lives of others?!

All anger turned into a collision with the sky, to smash this blue sky, to smash this fate, to change the world, to completely change their own destiny, and to dominate their own destiny!

"Boom!" seemed to explode in my ears.

The springs of his feet seemed to open at once, and the emptiness turned into two large holes, completely becoming two springs.

The power of the earth came in an endless stream, instantly drowning the body.

This force drove away the feeling of weakness at once, and when his thoughts moved, he still pretended to be weak, and ran slower and slower, and staggered.

"Haha!" Sun Heming laughed.

If you can escape this time, you have nothing to say.

He leapt to his feet, bent in the sky and swooped down, his blade turning into a white rainbow.

One of the two rays of thunder instantly broke away from the thunder seal.

Heaven and earth slowed down.

He could see it more clearly: Sun Heming sneered triumphantly, and the sword flashed with a chilling light.

Leng Fei sideways avoided the treasure knife, and his right hand shot out a white light.

"Huh!" the flying knife broke through the air and instantly reached Sun Heming's eyebrows.

Sun Heming's face changed, and he leaned violently.

Heaven and earth recovery speed.

Leng Fei's heart sank, and another ray of thunder detached again.

"Huh!" The flying knife broke through the air and shot at Sun Heming's eyebrows again.

Sun Heming was no longer able to change direction for the second time.

"Poof!" he suddenly spewed out a black light, and a tooth in his mouth hit the throwing knife.

The flying knife flew out against the scalp, shaving off a piece of the scalp, and the surging blood blocked one of Sun Heming's eyes.

Leng Fei's heart sank again.

Two rays of thunder can't clean him up, the master of the twelve-story building is so terrifying, one killer after another!

He suppressed his despair, turned and fled.

The springs in his feet were like two springs, and the power of the earth poured in endlessly, urging him to speed faster.

Sun Heming's eyes were red.

The slightest mistake is dead!

He was palpitating, furious, and murderous.

You must kill this kid at all costs, even if he is a genius of the White Elephant Sect!

He pulled a silver nail out of his bosom and threw it violently.

Leng Fei's body swayed, and he moved a foot sideways to avoid the silver nails, but his speed did not decrease.

Sun Heming stopped in place, his face changed several times, cloudy and uncertain, as if he was about to make a great determination.

Eventually, as soon as he stomped his foot, his body suddenly became as light as a feather, fluttering lightly in the wind but as fast as electricity, several times faster than before.

He caught up with Leng Fei in an instant, and the long knife was swung out.

"Ding ......" Leng Fei turned around to block the knife, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the ice pick penetrated through the internal organs.

The power of the green bull hitting the sky map quickly repaired his body and expelled this power, but he was already injured, and his speed slowed down a little because of this.

"Bang!" Sun Heming caught up and threw a punch.

Leng Fei turned around and took a hard punch, staggered back, the blood in his mouth gushed even more, and Sun Heming's eyes lit up.