"It's you!"

The abrupt voice startled Liao Qing, turned his head suddenly, and said gloomily. He was a master of the ninth layer of sword qi, and he didn't even sense the existence of someone, which made his face a little difficult to look at, especially in front of his enemies. So, without a trace of emotion, there was even a slight sense of caution in his eyes.

"It's me, is there anything wrong?" Fan Xiaodong pretended to be confused, looked at Liao Qing lightly, and said in a calm tone.

"What are you doing here, why don't you get out of here?" Liao Qing glared at Fan Xiaodong with a gloomy face, and threatened viciously with raised eyebrows.

"Hmph, Liao Qing, what are you, don't say that you are at the peak realm of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation, I will be afraid of you, don't forget, you are seriously injured now. Fan Xiaodong's face suddenly turned cold, he snorted coldly, took a few steps forward, his body shook, and the momentum of the sixth layer of qi cultivation was released, and the corners of his mouth were still sneering.

Seeing Fan Xiaodong's strength, Liao Qing's face was also cloudy, "It's not fighting, it's not leaving, it's wasted so much effort to design to fascinate him, I haven't enjoyed it yet, how can I give up like this." Liao Qing glanced at the black-clothed man on the ground, and his heart was measured.

But as soon as he saw it, Fan Xiaodong actually mobilized his body aura, and his face gradually calmed down, and even with a sneer, "Hmph, in this piece of air, I have already put some yin and yang powder, as long as you accelerate the mobilization of your own spiritual power, the medicinal power will quickly enter the body, and it will not be at my mercy when the time comes." ”

This is also the reason why Liao Qing did not use aura when he fought for the black-clothed man of the Wang Sect.

At this time, I saw Fan Xiaodong's body shake and disappear in place, leaving only afterimages one by one, floating in the air. When he reappeared, he stepped on the air with both feet, stood proudly in the air, turned his right palm into a fist, and drew an arc in the air. As soon as the punch was punched, it turned into a huge fist shadow and went straight to Liao Qing.

"What?" Liao Qing was startled, feeling that his face was blown by the strong wind, and knew that this blow was not trivial, so he hurriedly dragged the remnant of his body, flipped to the right, rolled on the ground, and narrowly avoided this punch. But he was still injured by the fist wind, although it was not too ruthless, but for people like this who did not dare to use aura to protect themselves, or were seriously injured, it should not be underestimated.

The shadow of the fist passed, and the trees were all broken at the waist, and the most sluggy back went straight to the ground, and a deep pit was suddenly formed.

At this time, Liao Qing's clothes were torn, her hair was scattered on her shoulders, there was a touch of blood donation hanging from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were full of blood.

"For what? Why do you have nothing to do if you fall into the Yin and Yang Fusion Powder? You can make such a strong move?" Liao Qing glared at Fan Xiaodong unconvinced, clenching his fists, he knew that according to this move, I am afraid that he is in a catastrophe, but he still wants to know the answer to Lu Dao.

The corners of Fan Xiaodong's mouth moved slightly, and he hung a chuckle, "I can tell you two things, first, when you fought with Ping Wangzong, I found that you have not used your own aura, and you can sneak down from the sky, which is completely a trick, and second, that is, the ** just now, is not in the cultivation realm, but in the mortal world, I created my own god-level **, and does not use aura." But he seemed to have forgotten, as if he had used his aura once when he released his momentum.

As soon as Fan Xiaodong finished speaking, he saw Liao Qing, with his legs upright, jumped on the big knife he was controlling just now, and was about to fly away.

Fan Xiaodong sneered, stomped his feet, and a pair of gorgeous, exquisitely crafted boots automatically appeared on his feet, and at the same time, the delicate black boots actually appeared on the side of the boots, and there were two wind blades on both sides of each boot.

It was directly hit with a blue nose and swollen face, and his head was blindfolded, but Fan Xiaodong still quickly rubbed his injured forehead, and controlled the flying boots again, this time he was much more careful, but there was no accident just now, but after Fan Xiaodong's farce, Liao Qing was given a chance to do a good job, and he had escaped more than a mile.

However, the flying boots on Fan Xiaodong's feet are not vegetarian, the speed is quite amazing, and after a period of familiarity, Fan Xiaodong's driving speed is getting faster and faster.

I saw a series of afterimages, running through the air, and the wind blowing the small trees next to them all crooked.

"Hmph, Fan Xiaodong, you wait, when my injuries heal, will you look good?" Liao Qing's face was gloomy, but the smile on the corner of his mouth had a taste of happiness, and he glanced back, and after making sure that Fan Xiaodong was not chasing, he thought fiercely in his heart.

"What, can you escape?" A cold voice suddenly came in from his right ear, and Liao Qing, who was flying with the imperial sword, suddenly stiffened, and looked to the right in disbelief.

His face suddenly changed greatly, and he exclaimed, "Don't!" But it was too late, and I saw that Fan Xiaodong had already pulled the three-pronged slingshot away and hit it in Liao Qing's pupil constriction.

At such a distance, it was Fan Xiaodong's desperate blow, needless to say, it pierced Liao Qing's forehead, including the primordial god, and the primordial god did not escape, and the primordial spirit was directly destroyed. Leaning over, he fell from the broadsword.

Fan Xiaodong waved his right hand, put the ownerless big knife into the storage bag, and with a shake of his body, he was on the ground, a fireball technique, destroying corpses and destroying traces, the most taboo in the Xiuzhen sect is to kill each other, otherwise once it is found, there will be no mercy, and the best way is not to leave clues.

After everything was processed, Fan Xiaodong picked up Liao Qing's storage bag on the ground and put it into his storage bag without looking at it. Fan Xiaodong took a look, and after making sure that nothing was left, he wanted to turn around and leave.

"Brother Tao, do you see?" Zhang Shou, who was sharp-beaked and monkey-cheeked, saw Fan Xiaodong who was about to leave from a distance, his eyes rolled, and he immediately leaned towards Dongfang Tao, who was dressed in white beside him, and whispered.

"I saw it, he can't run!" Dongfang Tao's face was gloomy, his tone was cold, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Since their appearance, Fan Xiaodong has already sensed it, especially the cold murderous aura on his body, which is undisguised, naturally let Fan Xiaodong understand that the comer is not good, Fan Xiaodong didn't say a word, and fled directly in his speeding boots, because he just found out that the other party's cultivation can't see through himself, as the so-called, good-looking doesn't suffer immediate losses.

Then Dongfang Tao and the two chased after each other.

Fan Xiaodong somehow escaped in the process, as if there was an invisible force that made him go to a place, and there was always a voice in his heart, reminding him to go in the direction of the black-clothed man who fainted in Ping Wangzong.

Soon, Fan Xiaodong came to that place, and saw that the man was in a coma, Fan Xiaodong fell to his side, he actually wanted to go to a person he didn't know, only to see Fan Xiaodong bend down, stretch out his hands, and wanted to help her up, but at that moment, Fan Xiaodong was stunned, and then gently pinched it twice, "Soft, very comfortable, this is." ”

An idea came to Fan Xiaodong's brain, and he couldn't shake it off at once, his eyes widened, and he said in a daze: "It's really fake!"