"Ba", the antidote bottle was knocked to the ground by Mr. Jing and shattered, and then he stomped the antidote inside.

"You..." Xi Du looked at the antidote that was trampled by Mr. Jing, his face changed drastically, his body trembled. The heart-wrenching pain made him unable to bear it.

Moreover, from the time of his cut, Xi Du's entire arm had become black, showing how violent the poison was. If he had no antidote now, he would definitely die.

"Jing Moxian, if you don't let me live, I will take you back." Xi Du roared angrily, raised his hand and was about to spread poison.

‘Bang’, Old Jing kicked Xi Du away with a kick and said coldly: “You are not qualified yet.”

"Ah..." Xi Du rolled on the ground for a few times, but finally lost his life. His whole body was already black, and even the blood flowing from his broken wrist was all black.

Nangong Jian looked at Xi Du who died of poison, his body trembled, and then looked at Nangong Ying, who also died of poisoning, and said softly: "Eagle, have you seen it? Xi Du is dead. He has been retribution and died under his own poison. Mr. Jing has avenged you for your revenge."

Xi Du died, Old Jing looked at the Red Robe Ancestor again and stepped forward step by step: "Now, it's your turn."

"No..." The old ancestor of the red robe looked fearful: "Jing Moxian, your grandson is not dead, you can't kill me..."

"But you killed my grandson's man. If he wants you to die, then you must die." Old Jing felt a disturbed feeling when he thought of Xiao Feng's grief just now.

"Xiao Feng, I was wrong, forgive me..." The Red-robed Ancestor looked at Xiao Feng. He was really scared. He didn't care about the face of his senior masters and begged.

Xiao Feng slowly raised his head and looked at the red-robed ancestor who was begging, with murderous intent on his face: "Wu Ming, look, I will avenge you now." After that, he gently placed Wu Ming on the ground and stood up from the ground.

"Xiao Feng, I was wrong. Let me go. If I want to kill you, I will kill you the first time and I will not be able to love talent." The Red-robed Ancestor said hurriedly when he saw Xiao Feng walking towards him.

"You killed Wuming and want me to let you go." Xiao Feng said coldly, holding the dragon pattern dagger tightly.

"He, he..."

"Now, I want Wuming to take revenge." After Xiao Feng said that, his momentum became sharp. He took one step forward and actually came to the sight of the Red Robe Ancestor.

Old Jing's eyelids twitched slightly, and the kid actually broke through again. Although he only took one step, his body moved forward for a distance due to the effect of internal strength.

"Grandpa Jing, Afeng was seriously injured. Now I will follow..." Danqing said with some concern.

After knowing that Danqing was the emperor's apprentice, Mr. Jing's attitude towards her became much better. He shook his head: "Let him go. If he didn't kill Hongpao with his own hands, he would probably leave a lifetime of regret."

"Is Wuming really dead?" Danqing looked at Wuming in the black robe on the ground.

Mr. Jing also looked at it, thought for a while, and squatted forward, his fingers pressed against his wrist, and a trace of internal strength was released, but it soon entered his body and began to wander inside him.

On the other side, Xiao Feng had already started a war with the Red Painting Ancestor.

Seeing Xiao Feng's reaction, the old ancestor of the red robe knew that he could not live today. A sharp look flashed in his eyes. Since he could not drag Jing Moxian as a cushion, he could just pull Xiao Feng to cushion. Thinking of this, he also launched a crazy attack, trying to kill Xiao Feng in front of him.

Xiao Feng was seriously injured. If it weren't for the grief and belief in revenge that supported him, let alone fighting now, it would have been difficult for him to move. However, when Wuming died tragically, he would have hated him so much that he would have killed the Red Robe Ancestor to avenge Wuming.

The Red-robed Ancestor was not having a good time. He was stabbed by Wuming at first. Although it was not a vital point, he was a little older after all. Later, he was hit by Old Jing's sword. The wound was also very deep. The most terrifying thing was that he actually felt a trace of internal energy surging into his body at the wound, trying to destroy his vitality.

Therefore, the strength of the Red Robe Ancestor is now half as strong as his peak period, and he still has to keep some strength to fight against the internal strength on his wounds.

However, soon the face of the Red Robe Ancestor changed, and he became more and more frightened as he fought. Xiao Feng's strength was gradually suppressing his offensive and even gaining the upper hand as he continued to become stronger.

"Brother Feng..."

"A Feng..."

Everyone else saw it, all of them were shocked, even Nangong Jian was shocked, and he actually entered the field of madness. In this field of madness fighting, he was constantly breaking through and becoming stronger.

The probability of this kind of crazy field is extremely small, and many experts have never entered it in their lifetime. However, once they enter, they will definitely benefit a lot, and the minimum combat power will rise to the front line.

Xiao Feng did enter the realm of madness. In this realm, he felt that he was God. He had never clearly felt his physical state and the reactions of his enemies as he was now.

In his eyes, except for hatred, everything else has disappeared. He was completely trapped in his fighting consciousness. Every move and every move, without thinking through his mind, was naturally used and was natural.

At this moment, it seems that he is Wu, Wu is him, the two are united and at the highest level.

Old Jing let go of Wuming's hand, looked at Xiao Feng, and smiled with relief. After this battle, he would become stronger. Back then, he also soared into the sky with a mad world.

‘Bang bang bang’, Xiao Feng hit the wound on the chest of the Red Painting Ancestor three times in a row, and directly knocked him away.

The old ancestor of the red robe looked shocked, spit out a mouthful of blood, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "The field of madness is indeed extraordinary."

Xiao Feng followed closely behind the ancestor of the red robe, waved the dragon pattern dagger in his hand, and then used another killing move.

"Don't think that if you enter the mad realm, you can kill me. Let's die together, hahaha..." The Red Robe Ancestor was also violent, no longer distracted from suppressing the internal energy on the wound, and began to fight Xiao Feng with all his strength and kill him.

‘Bang bang bang’, the two people fought continuously, Xiao Feng was shocked, and the Red-robed Ancestor was even more embarrassed. He spat out another mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper, and the internal energy on the wound finally rushed into his body, but destroyed his internal organs.

"Ah..." The old ancestor of the red robe knew that he had not had much time, so he rushed towards Xiao Feng and wanted to launch a blow to kill him.

Old Jing stood up and hesitated for a moment, but still didn't rush forward. Although the attack of the Red Robe Ancestor may have killed Xiao Feng, it can also help him break through the field of madness and give him the greatest gain.

Harvest and effort are often proportional. The field of madness must become stronger, but it is also very dangerous. Since he finally entered the field, after hesitating, Mr. Jing decided to leave everything to Xiao Feng himself.

"Ah." Xiao Feng also roared wildly and punched out.

‘Bang’, the Red-robed Ancestor flew out, and half of his bones were shattered, and he fell to the ground like a mess of flesh. In addition, the internal energy in his body also exploded wildly, and soon blood gushed out of his eyes, nose, mouth, etc....

Xiao Feng was also in trouble. He had broken an arm before. With this blow, he felt that his bones were broken and his internal organs were seriously injured. The previous injuries and the current injuries broke out. He also squirted out a mouthful of blood, shook them a few times, and fell to the ground.

"A Feng..."

"Brother Feng..."

Mr. Jing did not step forward, but smiled. He knew that as long as this kid was injured healed, he would stand at a new height, and he would not even be able to fight him in a few years.

Xiao Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered to stand up from the ground.

"Afeng, what are you going to do?" Heiqing asked with deep affection, holding Xiao Feng.

"I want to kill him and avenge Wuming." Xiao Feng's voice was hoarse, and he walked step by step towards the Red-robed Ancestor who had only breathed a sigh of relief.

"You..." The Red Robe Ancestor had a hard time talking, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

‘Bang’, Xiao Feng raised his foot and stepped on the intact left foot of the Red Robe Ancestor, then went up inch by inch, shattering all the intact bones on the other side of him. Finally, before he could swallow it, he kicked his head and blood splashed out.

Xiao Feng's body shook, and he could no longer stand. He fell to the ground with his strength. He tried hard to turn around and looked at Wuming on the ground. His eyes turned red again: "Wuming, I'll help you with revenge..."

"What revenge? He is not dead." Suddenly, Mr. Jing said angrily.

"What,."

Xiao Feng was stunned and then widened his eyes: "He, he is not dead."

"I'm not dead, but it's almost too." Old Jing nodded: "I used my breath to protect his heart and hang him for the last breath. There was nothing wrong with two or three days."

"Really, really." Xiao Feng didn't know where he had a strength, and he turned over and got up, and staggered over: "Old guy, you didn't lie to me."

"Why am I lying to you? His vitality is very strong. His vital signs have disappeared just now. I thought he was dead, but after I entered his body with internal energy, I found that his heart was still beating slightly..." Old Jing explained briefly.

"That's great." Xiao Feng cried with joy. This feeling of losing and regaining made him unable to help but burst into tears.

"Look at your promising prospect." Old Jing gave Xiao Feng a white look, walked forward, and slapped him a few times: "I am almost dead, and I am still worried about others."

"Ha, I'm fine, I can't die." Xiao Feng wiped his tears and showed a somewhat awkward smile.

"Okay, take him back to China and let Old Man Nangong show him. He will definitely not die." After saying that, Old Jing grabbed Xiao Feng's broken arm, clicked a few times, reset all the broken bones inside, then took out some ointment and applied it.

"Uh-huh."

"You have to go back and treat it well. This time the internal injury is very serious. If it is not treated, it will be aborted after not dead." Mr. Jing said seriously.
Chapter completed!