These ten mosquitoes were scattered around before. When Zhou Fei appeared, Wang Baole immediately analyzed that the difference between the two was quite large. Although it was not impossible to kill the other party, the probability was too low.

So his plan is to kill if he can. If he can’t kill, he must beat the person away!

It was precisely because of this thought that he did not let the mosquito take action, but first took a large number of magic weapons to confuse the situation, and then accidentally cut off the magic weapon. He even recited the Taoist scriptures in his heart, shocking him and assisting himself in completing this ultimate blow!

At the same time, he also thought about the remedy after failure, that is... these mosquitoes!!

It can be said that after experiencing the Chiyun Rain Forest, the ferocious beast tide and the Kelun Basin, Wang Baole's ruthlessness and calculations were increasing day by day. At this moment, even in order to make the mosquitoes succeed, Wang Baole forced his teeth and his body quickly retreated to distract Zhou Fei's attention.

Just as Zhou Fei looked up at him, these ten mosquitoes approached instantly, and a shrill roar suddenly came from Zhou Fei's mouth again. His body swelled up to the naked eye. A sharp pain and indescribable itch made him go crazy. A wave of air burst out from the roar of his body, and his foundation-building cultivation spread in full.

He directly shattered all nine mosquitoes, but the gray mosquito was weird and still rushed in. He bit his arm hard, and suddenly it was blue, which suddenly covered, causing Zhou Fei's face to change drastically. His body suddenly retreated, and directly spit out blood, wrapping the gray mosquito trying to drill into his body, shattering all his strength!

Looking at Zhou Fei who was regressing rapidly, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and did not chase after him. He noticed that in the scabbard inside his body, except for the gray mosquitoes, all other mosquitoes were immediately resurrected. Although the gray mosquitoes were not resurrected immediately, they were obviously condensing and seemed to be able to reappear after a period of time.

He felt relieved, turned around and rushed straight to the depths of the jungle.

This battle made him know the difference between him and Foundation Building. Although this was not the first time he fought with Foundation Building, it was the most intuitive one. After all, it was him, Zhao Yameng and Zhuo Yifan who fought against the Great Perfect Tree of Foundation Building.

And there is actually no such battle with each other as if it was with Zhou Fei.

He understood that it was not that he had no chance of winning, but that the strength of this magic weapon was not something that could be controlled and mastered by real breath. Even if he took advantage of his skills and recited the Taoist scriptures to shock Zhou Fei, making his magic and magic weapons unstable, but after all, he forced his magic weapon to launch the magic weapon with his foundation-building body. Although all the calculations were useful, they were still a little worse after all, and he could not kill Zhou Fei, and his own backlash was not small.

If you use it more than three times, you may collapse without the enemy's attack.

"If you want to kill him, you will not be serious about injury or death..." Wang Baole thought and measured silently, quickly took out the pill and swallowed it. In regret, his figure disappeared deep in the jungle.

Behind him, in the jungle, Zhou Fei, who was retreating, looked pale and found that Wang Baole was not chasing him, so he gritted his teeth. In fact, although he was seriously injured, the retreat just now was intentional, with the purpose of attracting Wang Baole to chase him and thus kill him.

Even when he was going backwards, he deduced it in his mind, but Wang Baole didn't even come.

"Cunning bastard!!" Zhou Fei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, adjusted his breathing, raised his hand to touch the wound on his forehead, and while his heart was palpitations, he looked at the blue of his right arm.

This blue color seemed to be extremely poisonous. Although it was suppressed by his cultivation level, it could not be dispelled. Even his arms were numb and cold at this moment, which made him even more shocked.

Thinking that he was in the middle stage of foundation building, he was actually facing a cultivator with a true breath, and was so embarrassed that he had not even been killed. This made him feel annoyed and depressed, but soon, his eyes showed unprecedented greed, and even his breathing became extremely rapid again.

"He actually has magic weapons!!!" Zhou Fei became more excited when he thought of the battle just now. He knew too much about the preciousness of magic weapons. After all, even he only had sixth-grade spiritual treasures. He had longed for magic weapons for many years, but the value of magic weapons was too high, and he could not afford them and could not obtain them.

And now... a magic weapon appeared in the hands of a monk with the Great Perfection of True Breath. For him, after his palpitations, the surprise and excitement were beyond description.

Especially he had just felt the power of this magic weapon himself. When he thought of the terrifying feeling, his greed became even stronger. In his opinion, this must be caused by the power of the magic weapon.

"This is at least an eighth-grade magic weapon!!!"

"This is mine!" Zhou Fei's eyes showed excitement. At first, he chased Wang Baole, just because of a mission, to silence him. But now, his purpose has changed. silence is just by the way. His real idea is to kill someone and take away Wang Baole's magic weapon.

The thought of him that if he had that magic weapon, he could even fight the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment to a certain extent, which made him even more excited. However, the numbness and coldness in the blue area of ​​his right hand and the blood marks on his eyebrows made him realize that Wang Baole was extremely difficult, so he narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand immediately, took out a round bead, and after crushing it, a ray of black smoke suddenly rolled into the air.

Soon, figures roared in the jungle around it, and they were the remaining eleven or two true breathing Great Perfection Cultivators of the Five-generation Heavenly Clan.

As soon as they appeared, they immediately saw Zhou Fei's embarrassment. They were all frightened and dared not ask more questions.

"Wang Baole is seriously injured. You chase after him. Who can kill this person? I will ask for me and give him twenty pieces to build the foundation directly!" Zhou Fei spoke slowly. When everyone heard this, their breathing was rapid and their faces turned red. They immediately responded to their orders and chased them straight in the direction Zhou Fei pointed out.

Zhou Fei followed behind, looking at the more than ten monks in front of him, with a hint of indifference and contempt in his eyes.

In his opinion, the only function of these people is to consume Wang Baole. It would be even better if Wang Baole could force him to use magic weapons again.

If they are consumed, they can kill Wang Baole more smoothly and obtain magic weapons. If some of these people are not dead in the end and know that they have obtained magic weapons, then the worst thing is to silence Wang Baole, frame him and be perfect.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fei's eyes were filled with excitement and greed, and together with everyone, gradually disappeared into the jungle in the distance.

In the jungle at this moment, Wang Baole was breathing heavily and was extremely injured. The main injury was the backlash from the magic weapon. In fact, if it weren't for the ten-thousand-thousand-the-compression method in his body and the compression method given by the young lady, it would be too much beyond the ordinary true breath. Otherwise, his backlash would be even more serious at this moment.

Fortunately, he had an understanding of the fog beyond others. During this exploration and progress, the fog gradually increased from a slight fog to the direction where Wang Baole went. But at this moment, he saw the figures of the true breath of the fifth generation of heavenly clans from the perspective of the mosquitoes.

"The ghost will not dissipate!" Wang Baole frowned, ignored it, and accelerated until he reached the center of the area where the mist was about to breed. After looking around, Wang Baole suddenly turned around and did not continue to escape. Instead, he raised his right hand and took out the seventh-grade magic sword. With a wave, he drew a circle in the area around 50 feet!

Then he stood there, leaning on the magic weapon, motionless, looking at the jungle in the distance with cold eyes. Soon, figures roared out, surrounding Wang Baole.

"Those who step into this circle will die!" Looking at the people around coldly, Wang Baole picked up the magic weapon sword, pointed the tip of the knife to the ground, and spoke lightly.

At this moment, although his body was slightly round, there was a strong evil aura, which exploded with a bang, and a black storm surrounded him, covering the fog that formed rapidly here. At the same time, in the black storm, the huge crocodile also appeared and was extremely ferocious.

The momentum was astonishing, murderous intent was everywhere, and the coldness spreaded with this sentence, and even when everyone felt it, the temperature around seemed to have dropped a lot.

Cooperating with Wang Baole's blood-stained clothes and his cold gaze, his words seemed to have some amazing power, which shocked all the monks around him, as if... this was a warning from the god of death!!

Gradually, the heavy breathing sound came from the mouths of the monks around them. They were all careful and did not come forward immediately. In fact, the circle and the people in the circle shocked them, and they were not stupid. To them, they could fight against Zhou Fei for the immortals, they were not weak!
Chapter completed!