By the time we jumped to the outskirts of the valley, it was pitch black in the mountains......

This night's death mountain range is particularly heavy, usually midnight hunting monsters and the like are quietly hidden, the night sky is like a big coffin lid upside down on the ground, silent, dead silence!

Feng Qingyang's mood was extremely depressed, and for some reason his calm heart was a little flustered tonight, as if some crisis was about to happen. He silently lurked in a natural tree hole above the valley, and the 'Taiyin True Scripture' slowly absorbed the yin qi in heaven and earth.

"I thought you ran away, but you're wise, if you come back half an hour later, you'll be gone!"

Leng Ding came from behind him with such an old and vicious voice, and Feng Qingyang was startled.

When he looked back, he saw that the old man who asked him to hunt Maoshan disciples was already standing behind him faintly at some point, and a pair of old eyes couldn't hide the essence that came out of his body.

"How could I have left like this without getting your Yin Condensing Bead?" Feng Qingyang said with a cold snort in his heart.

I saw that the old man shook off the dust, and a huge mana gushed out and entwined the wind clearly, and the old face looked a little hideous, and said noncommittally: "You'd better not have any crooked thoughts!"

With a wave of his hand, the wind was clear and was thrown against a big tree the size of three people hugging, and the big tree swayed and made a sizzling sound.

Syllable!

The wind was blowing and fell to the ground like a dead dog.

Without waiting for the wind to clear his voice, he spoke again: "You are like an ant in my hands, pinching you to death will dirty my hands." ”

Feng Qingyang's face jumped gloomily, and his heart was already full of anger, but he knew that as long as he made this old man unhappy now, he would be dead.

His light flick before made his bones around him misplaced, and the strength of the power in the later stage of foundation building was really unfathomable, Feng Qingyang secretly added a careful heart in his heart, and there was no trace of expression on his calm face, and said: "Don't worry, I still have self-knowledge!"

"Hmph! I will use the excuse to order two disciples to come here, you better be prepared, don't let me collect your corpse!"

The old man casually threw down a reddened charm and broke through the air with a cold snort.

After he disappeared, Feng Qingyang could no longer control the anger in his heart, and he turned around and punched the big tree behind him that the three of them were hugging.

Boom!

The tree shook, and the uncle, who was as hard as steel, was stunned by him and blasted out a big hole.

"Old horseman, don't let me have a time to turn over!"

But at this time, it is better to find a place to lurk, Feng Qingyang looked at the rune paper on the ground, his eyes lit up, and he immediately picked it up.

I saw that a fixed word was written on it with red blood, and there were incomprehensible lines on all sides, and before I knew it, I was deeply attracted to it.

"Spell-level spell - immobilization spell!"

Feng Qingyang was happy in his heart, with this curse, the chance of hunting was several times more out of thin air.

"This old horseman seems to be a little impatient, and he is even willing to give me such a charm!"

He didn't bother to pay attention to what his conspiracy was, if he thought so, it would be to kill!

Feng Qingyang jumped on the spot in the posture of an eagle spreading its wings, only to hear two crackling sounds, his misplaced bones were immediately put back in place, looking around, Feng Qingyang quietly hid in the tree hole again.

After a while, Feng Qingyang vaguely heard a faint sound of talking in the air, Feng Qingyang's expression was solemn, this time he was facing two monks in the late stage of Qi refining at the same time, and he felt very stressed.

"If you don't go to hell, I'll go to hell, so you must go to hell!"

I saw that the voice of the voice came from far and near, and the sound of breaking the air came from two more young disciples on the ground, their faces were as handsome as white jade, but their eyes were arrogant and extraordinary.

Feng Qingyang's mana ran all over his body, and at the same time pinched the talisman in his hand, at this moment, he had reached the peak moment, and he was only one chance away from delivering a fatal blow.

The two who landed on the ground looked around disapprerovingly, popped out a fire talisman and sat on the ground, and the two of them took out a pot of wine and two roast chickens from their respective storage bags like a trick, and feasted on themselves, unaware that the crisis had befallen them.

"Good chance!"

Feng Qingyang saw that the two of them were eating, and he moved!

Like a cheetah in the dark, his qi locked on to the two people in the field, his speed was so fast that he couldn't even see his shadow, and when he appeared the next moment, he was less than five meters away from the two people who were eating and drinking.

"Oops!"

The strength of the cultivators in the late stage of Qi refining is not weak, and they are one level higher than Feng Qingyang, and the perception of those two people is extremely sensitive, and they have already sensed it when Feng Qingyang moves.

I saw them rolling on the spot to avoid the edge of the clear wind, and then the two of them flew in the air with a bang, looking at the black shadow on the ground in horror, and when they saw it clearly, they were stunned at the same time, and then laughed.

I saw that one of them was obviously happy, he held his stomach and looked at the wind on the ground Qingyang for a long time, speechless, his eyes were full of contempt.

"Laugh at me?"

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, they were not too high hanging in the air, and under Feng Qingyang's eyes, they jumped up with a whizz, and their speed was countless times faster than before.

"Get me down!"

Feng Qingyang shouted, his arm muscles swelled, and his strength in the middle of jumping corpse was no less than a few thousand catties, and one of them couldn't dodge and was caught by Feng Qingyang.

Boom!

I saw him planting an upside-down onion, smashed into the ground by the wind Qingyang, and a round head had been deeply inserted into the soil.

Feng Qingyang is unforgiving, the cultivator cultivates mana to pursue immortality, his body is extremely weak, and he is caught by Feng Qingyang at this moment, where is his way to live.

Feng Qingyang shouted again, and before the man in the dirt could struggle, he grabbed his legs and spun them three hundred and sixty degrees.

There was a click, and at the same time there was a scream.

I saw that his legs were broken at the waist, and two white bones penetrated out of the flesh, which looked so terrifying.

"Demon, die!"

Another Maoshan disciple in the air looked at the miserable situation of his fellow disciples below, his eyes cracked, and a flying sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and with a flick of his finger, the flying sword flew towards Feng Qingyang with a roar.

"Huh, that's fast!"

Originally, I thought that my speed was fast enough, but I didn't know how weak it was in front of this flying sword.

"Huh!"

The flying sword passed straight through his right shoulder, piercing through without pause.

"Ahh Feng Qingyang sighed secretly.

At this moment, he has lost the opportunity, if he fights with the disciples of the sky, he will only suffer the loss, at this moment he can't care so much, covering his own life is the most important thing.

"Brute, where to escape!" The Maoshan disciple in the air saw that Feng Qingyang wanted to escape, he shouted angrily, and the flying sword in the air stabbed at Feng Qingyang with a whirling brush.

"I'm cāo, do you want to be stalked?" Feng Qingyang secretly screamed badly, the speed of the flying sword was too fast, he didn't have time to dodge, and he was stabbed again.

Fortunately, the two swords did not stab him in the vital point, but two large holes were broken in his shoulder, and the bright red flesh turned out, which looked particularly terrifying.

"Brute, did you kill my disciple?" At this time, there was a loud shout in the distance again, and Feng Qingyang turned around to look, only to see a burst of light in the air, brushing straight towards him, and the leader was the old man who instructed him to kill.

"Oh no!