The peaks of the Ten Thousand Mountains rose up like a stone sword, and the heavy clouds directly covered the top of the mountain, and it seemed that a very wide white quilt fell from the sky, covering the mountain style of the Ten Thousand Mountains and all the sounds in the mountains.

The warm golden sunlight shone directly above the clouds, but it reflected a cold light, and in this way, the heaven and earth in the entire Wanzhong Mountain Range area showed a strange tranquility.

Compared with the boundless silence of the outside world, Wan Feng's heart was in boundless panic under the high-speed speed.

At this moment, Wan Feng's cheeks were extremely pale, and there were several deep wounds on his body, and the red blood was moving at high speed, like a big red flower in full bloom.

At the foot of Wan Feng, he stepped on a raised stone block of the mountain peak as a springboard, and suddenly jumped forward, and his body swept forward as quickly as a roc.

Wan Feng's embarrassed figure desperately fleeing from the road could see that he seemed to be afraid of something, and that kind of fear seemed to be to the extreme, and even from a certain moment of time, in order to increase his speed again, he had already begun to burn the three spirit veins in his body.

The ice attribute aura, which was biased towards the gloomy cold, opened like a hurricane, and the extremely cold cold air lingered around Wan Feng's body, and when he raised his eyes, it seemed that there was a faint snow-white ice edge in the invisible air.

The speed more than doubled again, and only a vague figure could be seen vaguely in the sky.

Wan Feng's ears sounded with the sound of the extreme wind, with this speed of lightning, the originally Wanzhong Mountain Range, which seemed to be an endless mountain range, was rapidly reversing backwards at this moment, and gradually the heavy color exclusive to the mountain range area gradually dissipated, and a gratifying emerald green color slowly appeared in Wan Feng's panicked eyes.

Right now, as long as you get close to that touch of green, you can completely leave the Wanzhong Mountain Range, and at that time, you can sound the special distress signal of the Seven Xuanzong, so that you will be saved.

"Whew!" Wan Feng, whose face was pale, exhaled heavily, and with the speed of a streamer, he could escape as long as he took the next step.

As soon as the extremely cold mist flashed under his feet, Wan Feng's figure was about to completely leave the Wanzhong Mountain Range.

Just under this short distance of a few meters, suddenly, Wan Feng's heart seemed to be shrouded in a huge danger, when this palpitation reached the peak, Wan Feng glanced at the emerald green not far away, and then his body suddenly looked at the side and rolled, because the speed was too fast, causing the body to slide to the side.

The body rubbed against the gravel ground and slid for several meters, and under the force of fierce friction, the skin on Wan Feng's back seemed to be torn apart by sharp claws, and blood came out through the pothole wound, and in an instant, Wan Feng's body seemed to be stained red with blood.

There was no time to feel the intense pain, Wan Feng, whose expression was slightly frightened, quickly cast his gaze to the position in front of him, and when he saw a golden spear stuck in the ground, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the expression on his face quickly froze, and his body was cold for a moment.

This golden spear with an extremely exquisite and domineering shape, and he has a thunderous reputation in the hearts of all the disciples of the Seven Xuan Sect, because his name is the Spear of Judgment.

Wan Feng was not afraid of this gun, but of the owner of this gun, Li Xiaotian.

A figure of golden light with a slight divine aura descended vertically from the sky, with its toes on the end of the spear of judgment, and it was an extremely handsome young man in green shirts, with eyes like stars, delicate facial features like knives and axes, and always a kind of approachable smile on the corners of his mouth, in short, this person seemed to have a mesmerizing magic.

This young man in green shirt is now the pride of the Seven Xuanzong, and his name is Li Xiaotian.

Li Xiaotian looked at Wan Feng, who was lying on the ground, covered in blood, his lips swept up a small arc, and said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Wanfeng, where are you going? ”

I don't know why, although Li Xiaotian's smile at this moment seems to be sunny, it seems to be hiding a whole iceberg under the warmth.

Wan Feng's face turned pale, as if he had seen a devil, the huge sense of oppression and even his breathing was a little unsmooth, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were full of despair.

......

On the gambling table, one blue and one yellow, were filled with a good aura, like two fierce monsters were fiercely entangled together.

Every time the two figures collide and burst out of the strong energy, it will add new cracks to the already scarred bluestone platform.

The two in this battle are naturally Yang Hao and Brute Bear.

For some reason, although the latter is stronger than Yang Hao, after dozens of rounds of fighting, Yang Hao is not inferior to the brute bear in any aspect.

Moreover, Yang Hao relied on his own agile body and the characteristics of his elegant pace that were difficult to capture, and after several fights, he faintly gained a trace of the upper hand.

Such a result shocked the people who watched the battle, and they all looked at the brute bear who was always a beat slower with puzzled eyes.

"This brute bear doesn't seem to be very powerful. ”

"That's right, that's right, I can't even keep up with the speed of a guy who is out of the world. ”

"I think his strength has been bragging over the years. ”

“......”

The gossip of the spectators of the battle penetrated into the ears of the brute bear, but these slightly mocking words made the latter's face burn, and his eyes quickly turned red like an enraged bull.

"Fist of Sand and Dust!" The brute bear suddenly stepped out, the aura in his body poured out like a torrent, and after aiming at Yang Hao's constantly flickering vague figure, his right fist swept away with a terrifying wind howl like a hurricane.

The violent aura wind pressure was like a real sandstorm, with a rolling evil aura, covering most of the range of the gambling table, trapping Yang Hao's figure.

Affected by this hurricane, Yang Hao's speed slowed down accordingly, and the faint white light above his body was correspondingly weakened a lot.

Successfully slowed down Yang Hao's flickering figure, the brute bear grinned, and the feeling of cold made everyone shiver.

The earthy yellow light under the bear's feet flashed away, and the burly figure flickered forward continuously on the stone platform for a while, and the distance of several zhang passed in an instant, and after an interval of breathing, the figure of the former had already jumped in front of Yang Hao.

The brute bear's eyes were extremely cold, his right fist was clenched again, and he immediately aimed at Yang Hao's chest, and swung his fist fiercely.

The huge fist of the fist brought a heavy shadow, and with the whistling sound like wind and thunder, such a short distance was instantaneous.

In the face of a menacing punch, Yang Hao naturally would not choose to take it hard, and it would be a stupid thing to hit hard, the former would naturally not be stupid, after all, it was a second-vein Ning Yuan, and the other party was still a martial artist who focused on physical cultivation.

As the fist marks in his eyes became bigger and bigger, because the distance was extremely close, Yang Hao could even feel the route of the aura surging above the opponent's fist.

When the fist was about to hit, Yang Hao smiled slightly, and the mark in his hand was constantly transforming, and the speed was dazzling.

"Split the stars!"

Yang Hao snorted lightly, several lights and shadows kept changing, and almost in an instant, six identical figures appeared on the table.

"Brush!"

The fist covered with sand aura instantly penetrated Yang Hao's body in front of him, but there was no real touch, but it seemed to hit the air, the brute bear looked at the suddenly twisted Yang Hao's body, and couldn't help but be stunned, and after a while, he seemed to understand something, and immediately looked around.

When he saw Yang Hao, who was exactly the same in the five ways, his face instantly became gloomy.

"You're kidding me, you bastard?"

The brute bear's eyelids jumped, as a person who was considered a casual cultivator, with his dull senses, in the face of several Yang Hao who were exactly the same, it was absolutely impossible to quickly distinguish that it was the real body.

The illusion created by this trick is not a trace of confusion at all if it is faced with some sect disciples or martial artists with an extremely keen sense of smell, and it is purely a chicken rib martial art that wastes spiritual power.

But the brute bear in front of him is different, although the spiritual power cultivation and physical strength are extremely strong, and he inherits the weight of the earth attribute from the aura attribute of a martial artist of his type, so he can't catch up with Yang Hao's speed, judging from his specialization in the physical body, in the previous temptation, it also confirmed Yang Hao's conjecture.

The brute bear's senses are also extremely dull, so Yang Hao has the confidence to use this trick to confuse and even consume the former's aura.

"Your Excellency's fist seems to be a little slow!Otherwise, I'll stand where you are and let you make a move, see if you can find out where my true body is?" The five Yang Hao's figures all smiled, and the words didn't know that came out of that mouth, and some of the brute bears who couldn't touch the north were already a little confused.

"Bastard boy, I'll shut up for your grandfather!"

Yang Hao's faint taunt was transmitted into the ears of the brute bear, which made the latter have a feeling of shame that he had been played, and after the corners of his mouth twitched, he roared angrily, and his body was wrapped in a thick sand attribute aura, and he shot towards the nearest Yang Hao phantom without reason.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several piercing sonic booms sounded, and under the desperate fierce attack of the brute bear, the four illusory figures of Yang Hao were shattered by the former one by one.

At this moment, the brute bear was excitedly staring at Yang Hao's body who was forced into a corner by himself, and under the arrogant laughter, the fat face that was all horizontal meat was really funny when he smiled like this.

"Are you overhappier!" Yang Hao looked at the brute bear whose facial features were about to twist into a ball and smiled helplessly.

"Boy, don't be arrogant there, look at your grandfather, I won't dismantle you..."

However, just as the brute bear hadn't finished speaking, suddenly several figures flashed in front of him, and six identical Yang Hao appeared, and the arrogant smile suddenly seemed to hold the pause button, suddenly stunned, with a helpless expression in his eyes.

Now under the expression of the brute bear crying and laughing, the subtext in his heart is.

"I believe in your evil!"