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Feng Qianmu's body flew back, hanging in mid-air, glanced at Han Zixie, who was abnormal at the moment, kicked his feet, flew out with a sword in his hand, the whole person's sword light flashed, the speed was so fast, it instantly appeared behind a man in black, a sword did not enter the opponent's body, the man in black's eyes widened, and he didn't even see how the opponent made a move, so he fell to the ground and did not move.

"Drink. ”

"The Shadow Soaring Technique. Han Zixi let out a low sigh, feeling the pain from his thighs and fists, pinched the seal with both hands, and directly turned into a flying shadow and flew towards the two of them.

When the two black-clothed men saw it, they were taken aback, their expressions were incredulous, the previous Mi Ji Peak made their hearts shake more than once, as a little monk, but they can use more combat power than the little monk, if it weren't for the two of them, they really wouldn't necessarily be able to suppress the Mi Ji Peak.

At this moment, Han Zixie made their bodies begin to retreat involuntarily, and Han Zixie, who was originally the weakest in their opinion, was standing there at this moment, with a steady stream of flying shadows on his body, turning into the sky, and his body turned into the forty-ninth flying shadow and finally rushed out, swarming towards the two people.

"This can't be..."The two men in black retreated as they resisted the attack of the Flying Shadow, in their opinion, this was not a little monk who could use the cultivation technique.

This is indeed not a technique that a minor monk can use, even a monk cannot practice, this shadow soaring technique consumes a very large amount of people's own energy, and ordinary people simply do not have so much spiritual power to support, if they do not cultivate properly, it is not impossible to be depleted of spiritual power by this technique, and it is not impossible to suck away the essence element, so the average great monk is not willing to cultivate.

This seems to be the town technique of the Immortal Cultivation Dojo, but in fact it is just a decoration, like chicken ribs, but here in Han Zixie, he has the ability to perform this method.

Mi Yiding looked at Han Zixie's figure, his heart was a little complicated, even he didn't know what it was like, he suppressed his thoughts, picked up the dagger, and went to help Yan Xitian and Xia Beina, because the second daughter couldn't resist the attack of the man in black.

After these years of exploration, Han Zixie has basically mastered some methods of the Shadow Soaring Technique, which is to condense spiritual power through his own soul element, and use himself as the form to rub out a virtual shadow, which is controlled by the ontology at will.

This shadow soaring technique is very mysterious, not that Han Zixie will fly after learning this shadow soaring technique, but his body can switch between these flying shadows at will, so as to achieve a flying effect.

Han Zixie's body was in the distance, controlling these flying shadows to attack the two black-clothed people, and as long as he had the opportunity, he would switch his body over and carry out a sneak attack.

The two men in black also discovered at this moment that these flying shadows actually didn't have much attack power, but sometimes they were attacked by Han Zixie's body, and they were very angry, but they couldn't hurt Han Zixie's body, and they actually fought for a long time.

The hook-nosed man's body involuntarily retreated, blood flew in his mouth, the spear in his hand broke, and he looked at Feng Qianmu in horror.

There were three corpses lying around Feng Qianmu, letting the rain shower, the long sword in Feng Qianmu's hand was washed by the rain, washing the blood on the sword, he looked as usual, and looked at the hook-nosed man lightly.

"The Burial Sword Immortal really lives up to its reputation, but I didn't expect that even your Burial Sword would not be able to be seen. The hook-nosed man spoke bitterly.

"Did you decide on your own or..."

"Hahaha, I, Huang Chong, have been practicing for two hundred years now, and it is not in vain to be able to die in the hands of the Burial Sword Immortal, but I still have a spell, even if I try my best, I will let you open the sword. The hook-nosed man clenched his hands into fists, all bruised and bloodshot, looking terrifying.

Brush brush brush

His upper body was torn open, revealing his huge muscles, and he was still squirming, slowly growing, and a ball of blood seeped out of his heart, slowly gathering, turning into the head of a spear.

"Ahh

After being seen by Xia Beina and Yan Xitian, she almost vomited during the battle.

This blood-colored spear was held in Huang Chong's hand, and although his body was dry, his breath rose sharply, so that Feng Qianmu saw it and began to pay attention to it.

"This method is called the Sacrificial Refining Spear, do you dare to take a shot from me. "Huang Chongchi's upper body, holding a blood gun, is extraordinary.

"Please. Feng Qianmu could see that Huang Chong was a sacrificial technique, no matter what the purpose of this Huang Chong was, he also had a trace of respect for Huang Chong here.

Huang Chong had a bloody spear in his hand, and the rain falling from the sky slowly revolved around him, gathering more and more, forming a rain storm, with the head of the bloody spear as the center, like a blood-colored long snake, frantically biting towards the wind.

Feng Qianmu let out a sigh here, turning his fingers into a sword, the hilt of the sword was facing his chest, the sword pointed at the blood-colored long snake, and the breath was scattered, spreading out with Feng Qianmu as the center, forming a vacuum area of rain, and the long sword was slapped out by Feng Qianmu's palm, becoming a sword shadow more than ten zhang long, the speed was so fast, like thunder, the blood-colored long snake passed through.

The blood-colored long snake exploded violently, and the blood spear in it also collapsed, destroying all the way, penetrating Huang Chong, who was holding the blood spear, without any resistance at all, and the gap between the two was like an insurmountable gap between heaven and earth.

"Actually... Still..."Huang Chong's body fell into the blood on the ground in a miserable laugh, his eyes were wide open, and he was already breathless.

Feng Qianmu looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and then retracted his gaze, he didn't feel much in his heart, for Feng Qianmu, he didn't know how much he had experienced, and he had long been numb.

Mi Qianding's body turned into an afterimage, holding a dagger in his hand, and the dagger was wrapped in a golden dragon phantom, and he came to the black-clothed man they were fighting in an instant, and the dagger brushed the neck of the black-clothed man.

The man in black couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that he would die in the hands of a little monk, covering his neck with his hands, and he was ruthlessly taken away by death after only struggling for a moment.

And Han Zixie's side, the two black-clothed men had already found out that the one they took the lead was killed, and they were immediately confused, before they received the task, they heard that it was led by Feng Qianmu, although they also knew Feng Qianmu's name, the outside world said that Feng Qianmu killed people without blinking, and his cultivation was even more unfathomable, and he had the strength to kill the same level in seconds.

But they didn't think so in their hearts, besides, with Huang Chong here, they were not afraid at all, because they knew Huang Chong, knew how terrible Huang Chong was, in them, Huang Chong had a very good reputation, and his strength was also outstanding, and they respected Huang Chong very much.

But the more this happened, the more their hearts trembled, and Huang Chong, who was already unfathomable in their eyes, was powerless in front of Feng Qianmu, and was harvested by Feng Qianmu like a mustard.

These two people were terrified, and they began to want to retreat, and even prayed in their hearts that as long as they could escape this time, they must return to the mountains and forests, and never ask about the world, this world is really terrible, and after many years of practice, even a child can't win.

But as soon as the two of them retreated, suddenly the fire flashed under their feet, and the fluctuations of the formation within a radius of five zhang dispersed, and the firelight spread, outlining a circular formation, and there was a flame rising from the edge of the formation, surrounding the two of them in the middle, and their bodies moved slowly, making it difficult to move an inch.

"Formation?" The two of them had a look of despair on their faces, this was something they had never encountered before, there were still people who could use the formation in a battle with people, and what made them even more disheartened was that it was only a teenager who was scorned by them at the beginning.

When Han Zi was entangled with these two black-clothed people, he suddenly found that this place actually had the breath of earth fire, so he came up with the idea of using earth fire to set up a formation, he used the flying shadow to wrestle with the two of them, and began to set up the formation, and then slowly introduced the opponent into the formation, so that the two could be trapped.

All the flying shadows returned to Han Zixie's body, Han Zixie's face turned pale, he limped to the formation, crossed his hands on his waist, and looked at his works happily, secretly glanced at them from the corner of his eyes, and after seeing their surprised expressions, he was very satisfied, and his face unconsciously showed a look of pride.

Hehe, Uncle Han, I'm amazing!

Feng Qianmu walked over, looked at Han Zixie, there was satisfaction in his eyes, for this result, although there was an accident, but more gratifying, this is the first battle of their lives, I believe that everyone will grow after this battle.

"Mentor Feng, what should they do?" Han Zixi said excitedly, waiting for Feng Qianmu's praise.

"Killed. Feng Qianmu said calmly.

"Why, aren't they already a threat to us?" Han Zixie's expression froze, and even a trace of anger rose in his heart.

"In this world, there is only one end to failure, and that is death. If you don't kill people, people will kill you, your kindness to the enemy is cruelty to more innocent beings, understand?" After Feng Qianmu finished speaking, his body shook, and countless sword qi emitted, penetrating the two people in the formation, ending the torment in their hearts.

The formation was extinguished, only two corpses fell there, Feng Qianmu left, Mi Qianxi took a deep look at Han Zixie, turned to leave, the two girls recalled Feng Qianmu's words, and followed, leaving Han Zixi alone to look at the two corpses blankly.

Then he turned his head to look at Huang Chong, who had half of his face in the blood, and he had heard what Huang Chong said before.

"After two hundred years of hard work, but his life was ended like this, what is the meaning of being alive?" Han Zixie stood alone in the rain and muttered to himself, letting the rain wash away.

"Isn't it good to work hard for your dreams like this and enjoy the fun that comes from the road of your dreams? Why?" Han Zixie's expression was a little painful, and he came over for a while.

Suddenly, his eyes began to brighten, and at last they burst into light like never before. There was even a hint of mysterious fluctuations on his body.

Han Zixie's abnormality was noticed by Feng Qianmu, his footsteps paused, he looked back at Han Zixie, and Mi Qian's peak also looked at Feng Qianmu's gaze.

"I, Han Zixie, made a vow today, I will not only become the strongest immortal in the village, but also create a world of bliss without war and strife. Although Han Zixie still didn't figure it out, he figured it out that as long as he was strong, strong enough to control everything, then all problems and all doubts would be solved.

Feng Qianmu didn't speak, and there was no change on his face, he turned his head and continued to walk, and he was even more unimpressed by this.

"Poof~ Who does he think he is? Panxian Ancient Ancestor? Still creating..."Yan Xitian and Xia Beina completely scoffed at Han Zixie's words.

I'm going to make it happen......