Ning Lang turned around and cursed: "The fool doesn't run away. Do you think we are like you! The old witch is here to chase you! You can be your ability to chase you when you chase me!"

Under his feet, the golden boots played a role. They ran as fast as the shadows and the wind, which made the evil cultivator behind them not able to chase after them, but they were unwilling to let them go. Therefore, they gritted their teeth and chased them behind, especially when they heard the little fat man in front of them turning back and cursing a few words from time to time, they could not catch him, and even made the evil cultivator angry and almost vomited blood.

"Damn it, little fat! Don't let me catch you! Otherwise, I will have to peel you off!"

The evil cultivator of the Nascent Soul was so angry that he was chasing him with all his strength. What was hateful was that the person in front was provoking him, but she couldn't chase him behind.

Another evil cultivator of Nascent Soul was entangled by Tengyun, and one person and one beast were fighting there. The roar of Tengyun and the rumbling sound of the opponent's air attack sounded from time to time, shaking the ground slightly trembled.

But at this moment, a shrill and unwilling voice came from the hillside. The sound was so sharp and angry that they couldn't help but look at the hillside.

"Fengjiu!"

"You, who are you?"

The middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator's dantian was pierced by Feng Jiu's Qingfeng sword. The Qingfeng sword pierced the back from the front, and blood flowed down the sword blade. The middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator held the sword in both hands and let the blood flow down, and his eyes stared at the red-clothed boy in front of him, as if he would not give up until he asked who he was.

In the air, the boy's red clothes fluttered, his ink hair flew up in a mess, and his handsome and cold face passed through his handsome face.

She held the Qingfeng Sword in her hand, and at this moment, the sharp and green sword that touched the cold blue light was shattering the Nascent Soul in the body of the Nascent Soul Cultivator with one blow, and penetrated through her body. As long as she pulled out the Qingfeng Sword at this time, blood would spew out, and the evil cultivator who had both bloodlines would die due to the surging blood.

Therefore, the hands were holding the blade tightly at this time, and the beautiful eyes with soul-catching charm were also staring at Feng Jiu tightly, just to understand.<>

"I am Fengjiu."

The quiet voice was heard with a cold sound, and the sound was so calm, but there was a strong domineering aura in the calm, which made people's hearts shocked.

Just as her voice came out, she pulled back the Qingfeng sword, and in an instant, blood splattered out. The figure fell from the air as if it had lost support. Looking at the boy in red standing in the air, she swallowed her last breath, but she could never close her eyes staring at the figure.

"Bang!"

A heavy sound of landing sounded. After falling to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, the evil cultivator rolled downwards until he was blocked by a stone, and then stopped. At this time, she was no longer as beautiful as she was originally, because all she could see was the fuzzy piece...

"hiss!"

The sound of air sucking came from the bottom of the mountain. After seeing this scene, the two evil cultivators of Nascent Soul were shocked. They looked at the red figure in disbelief and looked at the handsome young man. They couldn't believe that he actually killed a middle-stage Nascent Soul with the cultivation level of the Jindan monk...

At this moment, fear arises and escapes. They are frightened and shocked, and only one thought comes to their minds.

escape!
Chapter completed!