Zhao Hao was so caught by Ye Fei that he used his strength to eat, and in an instant, the two of them crossed more than ten tens of thousands of miles, seeing that the surrounding environment was becoming more and more desolate. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhao Hao was becoming more and more frightened, he did not hesitate to spend the foundation, urging the Zhao family's Nine Dragons Essence and Blood to escape the Heavenly Technique, and the speed was that the monk who was a double immortal could not catch up, but when he looked back, Ye Fei was still hanging behind unhurriedly as if he was nothing.

After a little thought, he secretly said that it was not good, Ye Fei's leisurely appearance obviously had spare energy, how could it be that he hadn't caught up with him for so long, there was only one explanation, Ye Fei was deliberately consuming his true qi, waiting to give himself a fatal blow.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao stopped, stared at Ye Fei, and suddenly smiled: "Ye Fei, we can't talk about deep hatred, how about talking?"

Ye Fei smiled noncommittally, but stopped a few feet away, obviously not letting his guard down.

Zhao Hao secretly hated in his heart, he also wanted to see if there was a chance to sneak attack, obviously Ye Fei didn't give him a chance.

Zhao Hao smiled and said: "Ye Fei, you have the Huaguo Mountain Spiritual Land, which is far better than my Zhao Spiritual Land, so how about we use the Heavenly Dao as a proof to make a non-aggression pact?"

Ye Fei stretched his waist and said, "Why bother so much, wouldn't it be better if the two spiritual lands merged!"

Before the words fell, Ye Fei suddenly burst out and slammed down with a stick.

Boom!

The flying sword in Zhao Hao's hand was smashed to pieces, and he lost the imitation Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, where was there a weapon in his hand that could resist the Sky Devourer.

However, he is also quite wealthy, and in the blink of an eye, he took out a long stick and blocked Yu Wei's continuous devouring of the sky.

Burst!

Zhao Hao is not a dull person, he doesn't need three sticks, he is actually beaten with one stick.

As soon as the true qi on his body was discharged, the Sky Devouring also pressed down, and the long stick in Zhao Hao's hand was broken with a click.

Zhao Hao dodged to avoid devouring the sky, and then sacrificed a long knife, slashed out a knife qi of several zhang with his backhand, and slashed towards Ye Fei.

The two exchanged more than a dozen moves with a snap of their fingers, and Zhao Hao also lost more than a dozen magic weapons, and Zhao Hao couldn't help but complain about whether Ye Fei was the city management or the demolition office, which was too violent.

Rumble!

Ye Fei smashed it down with a stick again, but this time Zhao Hao didn't take out the magic weapon, and split out a gang wind with both palms together.

When Ye Fei's stick shadow was knocked off a few points, he slid Zhao Hao to the side.

Zhao Hao's palms flashed with golden light at this time, it was really similar to a god of war, but he couldn't say it, but as long as there was a magic weapon, he wouldn't use the meat palm to compete with Ye Fei's magic weapon.

Of course, this is all what he thinks to himself, if he knows that the Heaven Devouring is close to the existence of the spirit treasure, he is afraid that he will turn around and run away again.

"Shocking Mountain Splitting Stick!"

Ye Fei snorted, and suddenly smashed out a stick shadow in the sky, enveloping Zhao Hao.

The shadows of the sticks in the air were rapidly decreasing, but the power was getting stronger and stronger, and finally they were combined into a dark black iron rod, and at the end was a golden hoop that flashed golden light, and the mysterious runes on the golden hoop flickered faintly.

Zhao Hao's heart was cold, this black iron rod was actually similar to the iron rod he was blackmailed by Ye Fei, but the power was different from cloud and mud, he gritted his teeth and forcibly transported the true qi in his body, and the true qi went straight up to the twelve-story building, and rushed out with a whining in his palm and turned into two giant dragons and crashed towards the stick shadow.

Poof!

At this time, the real qi was used violently, and a series of farts popped out, and the fierce dragon suddenly wilted.

Ye Fei smashed a stick on the dragon's head, and the dragon rolled upside down and crashed into Zhao Hao, knocking his clothes into tatters and almost exposing him.

Granary!

Suddenly, a little light appeared in the void, and suddenly a wave of qi was pulled out in the air, shooting straight towards Ye Feihou's heart.

The speed of this point of light is only one word faster, and the speed of this point can no longer be described in words.

Ye Fei put his mind on Zhao Hao, how could he notice the situation behind him, and he was only alert when the silent sword qi bullied him, but he only had time to turn away from his body and avoid the vital point.

Wave!

With a clear sound, a puff of blood mist rose on Ye Fei's shoulders.

After the two Golden Immortal True Qi reshaped the physical body, and after the Ancient Demon God Chi You's battle intent quenched, Ye Fei's physical body was not far behind, even if it was not as good as the spiritual weapon, but it was easily broken by an attack.

Zhao Hao shouted into the air: "Jian Qi, why did you come!"

A voice in the air said leisurely, "Now I'm called Jian San." ”

Ye Fei smiled and asked, "Heavenly Sword Sect?"

A person flashed out of the void, but there was no expression, but the whole person was like a sword, full of coldness.

The man looked at Ye Fei, and Ye Fei felt that his eyes were stabbed, as if he had been stabbed by a sword.

The man said coldly, "A certain family is the Heavenly Sword Sect Master Jian San. ”

Ye Fei smiled: "Your swordsmanship is good, you have a bit of kendo meaning, but it's also a shortcoming." ”

Hearing this, Ye Fei's unfazed face suddenly burst into flames, his eyebrows were upside down, the only thing he cared about now was the sword in his hand, and he even did not hesitate to sacrifice the sword and dedicate himself to the way of the sword.

Jian San was originally ranked thirty-nine in the family, so he simply changed his name to Jian Thirty-nine, and traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers to search for famous swords, no matter whether the sword found had an owner or not, he had to get his hands, for which he didn't know how many people were killed, and the back of each sword was stained with blood.

Maybe there is a providence in the dark, he finally got thirty-nine famous swords, and he even practiced the Heavenly Sword Sect's Heavenly Sword Technique, which can control thirty-nine flying swords at the same time, form a sword formation to attack, and I don't know how many sword cultivators in the world are suppressed.

In terms of swordsmanship, he is a peerless genius, but he enters the sword by killing, understands the way of desperation, and kills his wife and son successively, refining himself into a sword, a sword of killing.

The sword in his hand is also getting less and less, and if he doesn't reduce one, the power of the remaining flying sword will be doubled, but he is named after the number of flying swords, and finally when he changed his name to Sword Eleven, he defeated the master of the Heavenly Sword Sect and became the sect master, but he didn't ask about the world, but he was just bent on verifying the way of the sword.

Zhao Hao has not seen this Jian San for many years, the last time he fought with him, he was still called Jian Qi, the two fought for many days, Zhao Hao won the next move with a move Demon Ape Shocking Stick, so he also got a chance to ask Jian San to make a move.

When Zhao Hao was chased by Ye Fei, he crushed the flying sword message that Jian San gave him, and asked Jian San to deal with Ye Fei.

Hearing Ye Fei's insult to the supreme sword path of his sacrifice, Jian San's gaze could kill Ye Fei, and the whole person exuded a sword aura.

As soon as he urged the sword qi, the third sword had become a sharp sword, and with a loud buzz, three flying swords that emitted a murderous aura rushed out of the sea of his consciousness and hung high above his head.

The tips of the three flying swords trembled slightly, pointing at Ye Fei from afar.

Jian San's eyes were cold, and he stretched out his fingers to gently caress the blade of a long sword, but it seemed to gently touch the Miaoman curve of his lover.

Bite!

Jian San flicked his fingers on the spine of the sword, the sword groaned, and Jian San said: "I'll tell you the origin of my flying sword, and let you be a ghost." ”