"Bang bang......" fists intersected, Leng Fei staggered back, blood gushing from his mouth.

"Haha......" Sun Heming laughed, extremely happy.

Smash this kid so hard that he can't get up with one punch, extinguish the arrogance and arrogance, and then kill again, this is really happy!

Leng Fei gritted his teeth, blood flowing from his mouth.

"You kid, you're quite tough, kneel down and beg for mercy, and I'll spare your life for the sake of your fellow disciples. Sun Heming laughed.

Leng Fei "banged" and flew out upside down with a punch, and ran away.

Sun Heming chased unhurriedly.

It is best to avoid its edge and slowly grind to death.

This kid was seriously injured, and the more he ran, the more serious he became, two ice picks and so many punches, he would definitely die.

Leng Fei ran slower and slower.

Sun Heming was not fooled, he had a deep understanding of Leng Fei's cunning, and his iron heart was to seek stability, and slowly grind him to death with his own cultivation.

In addition, he also has to erase Leng Feiliu's secret mark, so as not to get out of the way halfway to bite the gold to block, which is annoying.

The secret mark of the White Elephant Sect made him no longer doubt Leng Fei's identity.

Leng Fei hissed: "Kill me, you must also die!"

"That was later than you died. Sun Heming said.

Leng Fei stopped talking, but just hurried desperately, his speed getting slower and slower, and his face became more and more pale.

"Surrender honestly, don't struggle in vain. Sun He shouted.

Leng Fei panted like a cow and slowly stopped.

Sun Heming stopped at a distance, looking at Leng Fei, looking for his flaws.

Leng Fei said: "The cowardly guy is like a mouse, I really don't know how to become the master of Heming Mountain, come!

He slapped his chest hard, as if he was crazy, his face twisted and hideous, obviously collapsed under the huge pressure of life and death.

Sun Heming breathed a long sigh of relief.

This time it's really no problem, this kid finally can't stand it, no matter how cunning he is, he still lacks experience, and he can't pass the level of life and death.

He has seen too many such people, usually arrogant or witty, but once it comes to life and death, he immediately looks like a different person.

He shouted in a deep voice: "Kneel down and spare your life, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless and cut off your head directly!"

Leng Fei hissed and shouted: "Come on, come on, my head is here, you just cut off the wine or the night pot, hahaha!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed maniacally.

Laughing and laughing, the blood choked and he coughed violently.

Sun Heming's eyes burst with cold lightning, and with a wave of his fierce long knife, he slashed towards Leng Fei.

"Huh!" Leng Fei waved his hand casually, and white light shot out.

"Bastard!" Sun Heming hurriedly swung his knife.

But the knife was cut short.

Leng Fei induced him to slash several times, and he had already completely understood his knife, calculated the speed of the knife, and calculated that the flying knife would be faster.

"Whew!" another white light shot out almost simultaneously.

Sun Heming leaned back desperately, his body was pressed down to the maximum, but he still couldn't avoid it, and the flying knife cut off his nose.

"Bang!" Sun Heming flew out upside down.

He was stabbed in the chest again, as if he had been hit by a battering ram, and flew five feet away, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah——!h

He landed in the air, glaring at Leng Fei like a poisonous snake.

There are only two blood holes in the nose that are gurgling and bleeding, and the appearance is terrifying.

Leng Fei laughed: "Sun Heming, how does it taste?"

"Good, good!" Sun Heming's voice squeezed out from between his teeth, and there was no nostril vibration, and his voice was particularly strange.

Leng Fei laughed: "You are really afraid of death, the Qi Practitioner of the Twelve-Story Building still has treasure clothes to protect the body, ridiculous!"

Sun Heming stopped talking, reached into his arms, and wanted to take out the porcelain bottle to apply medicine, but found that everything in his arms was broken, and all kinds of medicines were mixed together.

No matter how good the elixir is, it can't be eaten after it is mixed together, and the medicinal properties react, and the elixir will become poison.

He took out the pills and threw them out violently, furious.

Leng Fei laughed: "Let's go!"

He turned into a shadow and swept away, burrowing into the woods, as fast as ever, but better than before.

The green ox hit the sky to refine one layer, and the power of the earth drilled into the spring was surging, making his body light, and when he kicked the ground lightly, the power of the earth supported him, as if a spring was installed on the sole of his foot.

He suddenly had faith that he might be able to escape!

"Dead ——!," Sun Heming gently spat out a word.

This word is like a bead of ice, revealing the cold air, the eyes are blood-red, and the nose has become two bloody holes.

His hair stood on end, and he flicked his sword.

"Snort!" Leng Fei kept looking at him with his peripheral eyes, avoiding the treasure knife lightly!

He didn't pick up the treasure knife, and desperately urged the moon to float the incense step.

Sun Heming drew a shadow, his speed increased sharply, and in the blink of an eye, he reached behind him, and slapped lightly.

"Bang!" Leng Fei urged the Taiyue Town Soul Hammer.

Sun Heming took a step back, and Leng Fei accelerated.

In a simple competition of strength, the Taiyue Town Soul Hammer can repel him.

An icy force burrowed into the body.

Leng Fei's face changed slightly, and the power of the earth kept pouring in to wash, fuse, and dissolve, and his internal organs were still injured.

The internal qi of the twelve-story floor qi practitioner is as pure as a knife, and even if the internal organs are tempered by the white elephant swallowing diagram, they still can't bear it.

"Bang!" Sun Heming rushed again like a ghost, and with another punch, Leng Fei used the Taiyue Town Soul Hammer to meet him.

Sun Heming was knocked back a few steps, and then entangled.

Leng Fei fought and retreated, urging the moon to float incense steps, and the power of the earth surged in to help, but instead accelerated the recovery from internal injuries.

The harder he pressed his feet, the faster he was, the more turbulent the earth's power, and the faster he recovered from his injuries.

But this subtlety did not make Leng Fei happy, but his heart sank slightly.

Sun Heming was already crazy, desperate, the giant elephant's fist was powerful, clumsy and exquisite.

"Huh!" Leng Fei shot out with a knife.

"Bang!" Sun Heming put his cross arm in front of his eyebrows, and took a blow hard, as if he was hit by a giant hammer, he flew out more than ten zhang.

Leng Fei's eyes froze.

Sun Heming smiled.

Leng Fei listened to this voice, like wood not wood, like iron not iron, not treasure clothes, obviously a strange material.

This Sun Heming actually tied his armguards.

Sun Heming pounced again.

Leng Fei turned around and fled, but Sun Heming obviously urged some kind of secret technique, and the speed was better than him, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up and punched again.

Leng Fei knew that the flying knife was in vain, so he drew his sword out of its sheath.

"Ding ......" Sun Heming punched the sword, and suddenly the sound of the sound was endless, and the spirit snake sword trembled non-stop.

Leng had to dissolve the ice pick through the trembling of the sword body.

The Flying Dragon Sword Technique is subtle, but its strength is far inferior to that of the Taiyue Town Soul Hammer, and it cannot expand its strength several times, and it cannot repel Sun Heming.

The swordsmanship could not dissolve its internal qi, and the internal qi like a cold cone once again penetrated through the five internal organs.

"Wow!" he spat out a mouthful of blood, returned the sword to the sheath, and struck another Taiyue Town Soul Hammer, knocking back Sun Heming, who had pounced hard.

Another cold cone pierced through his body, and his injuries were even more serious, and he turned around and fled.

Sun Heming pestered him to death.

Leng Fei used a stone as a flying knife, the flying stone was like a locust, Sun Heming blocked his eyebrows with his arm, and advanced towards the flying stone, like crazy.

"Huh!" Sun Heming suddenly shook his hand, and a silver light appeared.

Leng Fei has been on guard, engrossed in his every move, worried about the plot.

But Sun Heming looked crazy, but he was extremely calm, and there was no warning of this handshake, obviously he had practiced hard.

The silver light is too fast, the distance is too close, and more importantly, the thunder light has run out.

Silver light instantly pierced his heart.