Feng Long walked in the air, his spiritual sense was hidden, so he scanned the ground with his eyes, and hurriedly glanced at the nearby landforms for dozens of miles, and even skipped directly when he encountered complex mountains and forests, and he couldn't bear to fly away.

He is a small scattered cultivator in the north of the Jiuyun Country, and the low-grade spiritual root qualification, he originally cultivated to the end of the Qi cultivation consummation, but I don't know what shit luck he took, he actually swallowed a spiritual grass inexplicably, and used it to promote the foundation building realm.

Feng Long still has some prestige in the northern scattered cultivation, but his own cultivation resources are lacking, so he has been relying on hunting demon beasts and collecting precious materials to obtain the resources needed for cultivation, but he has also been intermittent, and his cultivation resources are also full of food.

No, as soon as he heard that Lin Han was haunting the Fudong Mountains, he immediately rushed here, and he didn't have the idea of killing Lin Han to get a bounty, he just wanted to wait for Lin Han to be captured, and then he could share a little resources, so he had an indifferent attitude, and he didn't even want to waste his spiritual sense to search.

"I didn't expect Lin Han to be so strong, and he was seriously injured and could kill Zhuo Wennan in such a quick time......"

Feng Long thought of Fang Cai Zhuo Wennan's burning charred corpse, and his heart was afraid for a while.

He was also sad in Zhuo Wennan's hands, and now that the latter was killed so easily, wouldn't he be killed in front of him?

Therefore, he didn't dare to really bother to search for Lin Han's traces, if he really found it, what if he attracted everyone?

He still had to die in the hands of Lin Han.

If it weren't for Xu Weihong's might, he would even want to run away directly, if he didn't look for it, would this Lin Han still chase me and kill me?

Slowly and leisurely flying through a dense forest, Feng Long's gaze swept casually and boredly, and then he didn't look any more, and leisurely landed on the trunk of a tree, lying on it and resting.

But what he didn't notice was that the moment he lay down, a yellow light wriggled out of the shade of the tree, and a figure that he had feared most emerged from it.

Swish!

A rough wooden sword with strange words written on it crookedly rushed like lightning, and a touch of demonic scarlet spread on the brown wooden sword, gradually spreading.

As if sensing the killing intent and spiritual power fluctuations, Feng Long jumped up from the trunk of a carp and saw the wooden sword that was about to slash his face, and was so frightened that the soul of the dead appeared, and the spiritual power light shield appeared in an instant, and he hurriedly picked up a magic trick in his hand, and a wide sword like a door panel floated out of the storage ring, stopping in front of him.

"Lin Han is here—"

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the strange wooden sword seemed to have spirituality, and the blood light appeared, and a trace of blood thunder with the thickness of a thumb swam out of the sword body, and the speed that was already fast and terrifying was actually accelerated a few points again, and the sharp sword shadow was almost mapped onto Feng Long's neck through layers of defense, which frightened him to drum up his spiritual power and scream.

Crackling!

The blood thunder was incomparably powerful, and with the aura of annihilation, it directly shattered Feng Long's spiritual power shield, and then, like a big net, covered his entire person on the tree, unable to move.

And the wooden sword was even more swaying with a layer of five-element five-color halo, circulating endlessly, and finally slowly stopped on the gold, and a thin layer of golden light lit up around the blood-colored wooden sword, heading straight for Feng Long's neck.

Smack!

With a crisp sound, a dark blue light shield condensed by Feng Long's magic technique was as fragile as a piece of glass under the power of the Dacheng Blood Soul Imperial Sword Technique, and it split apart in an instant, and the former was also counterattacked, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The blood soul swordsmanship is complete, the power of the five elements flows, and the power of Zhang Yuanhao's imperial envoy Jin Xing, the wooden sword actually gives birth to a layer of pure Gengjin qi, which is incomparably sharp.

With the help of this layer of Gengjin Qi, the blood-colored wooden sword swirled in the air, dancing in the air, and without even making a sound, the door-like low-level spirit weapon sword split in half, and a trace of blood thread penetrated from Feng Long's head to his lower body.

"No ......"

Feng Long's eyes revealed a sense of despair, and he still struggled and muttered in his mouth, but the blood line became deeper and deeper, and then with a bang, the whole person was directly divided into two halves, a large amount of blood fell down with many organs, and the rich smell of blood spread.

Zhang Yuanhao's figure flew up from the ground, quickly searched for it, and then the yellow light on his body surged, covering his body, and the whole person disappeared.

About half a minute later, the white-haired old woman Xu Weihong and Lin Han's Li Dongwei were late, looking at the blood flow of the corpses flowing all over the ground, they were so angry that they screamed, and their faces turned pale.

Subsequently, a group of monks arrived one after another, and when they saw this scene, they all fell silent, their faces were extremely ugly, and several monks who were in the early stage of foundation building with Feng Long were even more pale, as if they saw what happened to them next.

"One move...... As long as Feng Daoyou holds up one move, I can rush over, but I didn't expect that he didn't even take a move!"

Xu Weihong's voice was as dry as a night owl, revealing a strong hatred.

"However, this time the thief can't destroy the corpse, and we may be able to analyze some of his methods!"

Among the crowd, except for Xu Weihong, another person in the later stage of foundation building spoke. His name is Mu Jianying, he is only over sixty years old, and he can be regarded as a young man under the longevity of the foundation building monk for four hundred years, he broke through to the foundation building realm at the age of thirty, and his appearance is extremely young, and he looks like a beautiful son.

He is the youngest Zhuji elder in the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, but his identity is even more amazing, because his biological father is the current head of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, Jian Lan Zhenren Mu Ningyuan, a sword cultivator in the early stage of the Jiedan, with extremely amazing attack power, once seriously injured a mid-stage Jiedan monk in Jiuyun Valley with a sword, establishing the strong position of the Fuyun Sword Sect in the middle of the Jiuyun Kingdom.

"Senior Xu, Brother Mu, is lowly in the lower cultivation, and I feel that I don't have the strength to capture Lin Han, the devil, so I will go home, forgive me!"

The face of a monk in the early stage of foundation building changed again and again, and finally he couldn't help it, leaving a sentence, turning into a streamer and flying away quickly, regardless of Mu Jianying and Xu Weihong, whose faces were as gloomy as water.

As he left, some people couldn't help but leave, including even a mid-foundation monk.

In the end, there were only five people left, except for Xu Weihong and Mu Jianying, who were in the late stage of foundation building, only two Li Dongwei who were in the middle stage of foundation building and Lin Han were left.

"Senior Xu, what should I do now?"

Lin Han struggled in his heart for a long time before he made up his mind to stay. As soon as he spoke, the faces of the two late-stage foundation building monks present were a little uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, in fact, the beetle snake real person of Jiuyun Valley has already set off to rush here, the beetle snake real person was hunting demon beasts in the extreme north before, I heard that his personal disciple was killed, and he is rushing back at full speed, it is estimated that it will not be long before he can come to this side of the Fudong Mountains, and when the time comes, he will benefit immensely if he can get a few words of advice from the real person!"

At this time, one of the mid-foundation building monks present spoke, startling the other four.