Liu Ying leaned against the huge ore behind her, and she looked at the scene in despair.

In fact, Thirteen was able to withstand the attack just now, which was beyond her expectations.

But that stupid boy Ning Feng didn't escape at that time.

Is there still a chance?

The key is Ning Feng's sergeant. Ning Shisan's cultivation is too low. He has about three levels of Qi Condensation and is not very sufficient. Even if he uses the Dao and burns himself, he will not be able to kill Chen Meng, who is practicing both physical and physical skills.

Since Chen Meng is a demon cultivator, he must have practiced many tricks that harm the world in private. His physical body of the level, combined with the eighth level of Qi Condensation, even if the person who has the tenth level of Qi Condensation is coming, is it enough to fight?

Escape quickly...

My young master.

I almost lost my strength to roar.

The only thing I hope is to help me revive the Liu family.

...

“Hahaha…”

"It's been a long time since I've been so relaxed... It's so good."

As if he had removed some heavy burden, Ning Feng stopped his crazy laughter. He carefully put down Ning Shisan's body, and then loosened his shoulders.

Although Chen Meng's attack just now was powerful, Ning Feng's body was extremely tough because of the long-term suppression of meridians, so he did not suffer much damage to his body.

Ning Feng shrugged his shoulders and then moved his neck again.

It feels so good that I don’t feel like I’m suppressing my meridians. It feels so numb all over my body, just as comfortable as if I just took a hot bath.

But Ning Feng's eyes were filled with blood.

After his rebirth, he has been trying hard to endure everything that is unfair in the family, and has been acting low-key and not offend anyone, but things went against their wishes. Just today, Thirteen, who has always been his own brother, actually left him.

He found out that he was wrong.

It's really wrong.

If I had known this was the ending, it would have been better to face the disaster vigorously and be killed by the heavenly disaster.

"Will you live well?"

Ning Feng remembered the last sentence Thirteen left in the world.

Then he looked up suddenly and looked ahead.

...

How strong can a person's talent be?

Ning Feng didn't know.

But it is certain that no one in this world has more talent than his.

Before I knew it, the wind blew.

Deep in the ore veins, there should have been no wind, but now it’s windy.

First, the breeze gradually rose, and after a few breaths, the strong wind roared around Ning Feng.

Countless spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to stir violently here, boiling, as if a group of loyal subjects were welcoming their king.

The next moment, the overwhelming spiritual energy rushed towards this side, from the mine vein cave in front, from the deep pit at your feet, from the cliffs of countless natural caves in the distance, from the faults that were excavated nearby, and from the endless abyss underground.

Suddenly a thunder blew up in the sky, as if something that this world could not accommodate suddenly appeared in this world.

“Hahaha…”

Ning Feng laughed again, laughing at him as he was too stupid, too cowardly, and too afraid of death.

The next moment,

Countless rhymes appeared around Ning Feng, lingering, and various strange patterns intertwined, including the big roc with broken wings, the headless immortal king, the evil demon with dark blood flowing all over his body, and the golden crow burning with dark flames...

There was no energy fluctuation in these visions, but anyone who saw them would feel a numbness in their scalp.

Ning Feng looks extremely strange now. Compared with Chen Meng, he seems to be more like a demon cultivator at this moment.

Too many incredible visions condensed behind Ning Feng, but he had closed his eyes.

It was at this moment that Ning Feng's cultivation level broke through to the fourth level of Qi Condensation.

Enough to use the trick.

...

"Little bastard, don't pretend to be a ghost!"

Chen Meng felt a sense of danger in instinctively, so he did not dare to delay at all. The sharp sword light flashed, and the cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Condensation burst out in full swing. The dark sword energy, with the unreserved magic cultivator's skills, rushed towards Ning Feng.

The next second, Chen Meng's sword light had already been cut in front of him, but Ning Feng pushed it away with just a light sword.

Then Ning Feng opened his eyes.

The golden pupils shone with blood-red and strange pupils, and an indescribable aura suddenly emerged from Ning Feng.

It seemed as if a phantom that had been trapped for millions of years slowly emerged, covering Ning Feng's entire body.

A figure holding a golden sword slowly emerged.

He didn't say anything or move, and he looked at Chen Meng indifferently in front of him, as if he was a demon god above the nine heavens, looking down at an ant in the mortal world.

What a dazzling and invincible figure that was, as if just yesterday, he was still fighting with gods and demons all over the sky, encountering gods and killing gods and meeting Buddhas!

It seemed as if just yesterday, he could see the world alone and look down on the people!

That is a legend that has surpassed countless epochs in the entire human race!

That is the peerless genius who opened up this era!

But this phantom only appeared for a moment and disappeared.

After breaking through to the fourth level of Qi Condensation, Ning Feng once again suppressed his meridians.

Otherwise, it would be bad if you accidentally rush to the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

Then he saw Chen Meng, who failed to hit him in front, and Liu Ying, who was already shocked and speechless behind him.

"Want to kill me?"

It seemed that the inexhaustible spiritual energy was used one after another from all sides and eight methods. The shape of a Taoist platform gradually took shape in front of Ning Feng. At the same time, a sword energy that made Chen Meng feel frightened began to form on the phantom of the Taoist platform.

After failing to achieve the attack just now, Chen Meng took a few steps back immediately, and then immediately picked up the third-level magic weapon, the Sky-Shock Crossbow, on the ground.

Then he quickly took out a sixth-level spirit stone from his pocket, gritted his teeth, and pushed it in at a certain position on the Zhentian Crossbow.

So distressed...

That's all his possessions.

If he did not encounter the most dangerous situation, he would definitely not be willing to take out this sixth-level spirit stone for use.

This sixth-level spirit stone can be said to be all the assets he has saved by killing people and robbing people over the past 30 years.

The sixth-level spirit stone is equivalent to one hundred fifth-level spirit stones and ten thousand fourth-level spirit stones!

But there was no way. Ning Feng on the opposite side was so weird at that moment!

If it weren't for his full-strength blow that he easily resolved, Chen Meng would even feel that everything that happened just now was an illusion.

The sixth-level spirit stone was stuffed into the third-level magic weapon. The blazing red light was as dazzling as the first sun, and instantly filled the entire underground cave.
Chapter completed!