If they were ordinary children, they would probably still be playing in the mud. But how did Long Fei know about this martial art that was almost extinct?
"It's already in my mind, and I can still remember it! If you don't believe it, Feifei will show you how!"
Long Fei had a serious look on his face. As he spoke, he stood up and spread his hands in the aisle where the carriage was no longer spacious. He closed his eyes very seriously, and then silently recited some mantra very strangely.
After a moment, a faint, almost invisible black mist emanated from Long Fei's small body.
For a moment, the man who was slowly riding towards Li Moge stopped and looked at the carriage behind him with a surprised look in his eyes...
"Soul refining method? The Nuwa Stone really has the ability to pass on, and the power of the seven Nuwa Stones cannot be underestimated..." The man's cold thin lips opened and closed slightly, and he whispered in a voice that only he could hear.
Lowland na na.
As he spoke, he no longer had the intention to look at the person next to him. He just rode his horse towards Murong Feixue's carriage with a clear purpose. If anyone waved a sword at his side, he would just use the seal to seal it.
Resist, knock them all away and forget about it.
As his footsteps got closer and closer, all the people in the carriage came out. Everyone used their eighteen martial arts skills to try their best to stop the man's steps.
However, his arrival was like a tsunami. He rode his horse slowly and all the soldiers who touched him were knocked away without a doubt. The weak ones died on the spot, and even the strong ones were as if they had escaped.
The stringed kites flew straight to both sides of the road and hung on the trees...
"Feifei, take it back quickly! Don't use it here!" Murong Feixue frowned, with an uneasy premonition in her heart. Then she hurriedly called Long Fei to stop.
However, Xiao Longfei’s concentration behind closed doors has merged into a critical moment of self-improvement, and he simply cannot stop!
Long Ming frowned, glanced at Long Fei, and then looked at the fighting situation outside the carriage. Without saying a word, he jumped out of the carriage. He jumped and landed on the Thousand Miles Treasure Horse prepared beside him. The horse rushed forward,
He rushed straight towards the oncoming man.
There was a loud "boom", and dust and smoke rose everywhere. When the smoke cleared, they saw the two people still standing at the intersection. Everyone watched this scene with bated breath, their eyes wide open like walnuts in horror, and they were stunned.
Countless people are still where they are.
The man who had been traveling unobstructed seemed to have suddenly encountered an iron wall. The tall maroon horse stood half-upright and neighed, unable to move forward any further. The man was forced to hang upside down from the horse, and his body was barely stable.
Not only those who were defeated by the man looked at Long Ming in shock, but the man also looked surprised.
"You have the Supreme Level! I never thought that Ziyun Continent would already be a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers in a few years!" The man affirmed with a sinister smile on his face and a slight tone of admiration.
"Haha... there are many masters that you haven't seen. Frog in the well, come and sign your name!" Long Ming shouted coldly. As he spoke, he raised his hand and drew out the Long Yuan Shengxie Sword on his back. The sword's light shone with a cold light.
Shocking.
The man's eyebrows were raised high, and he immediately drew out his long sword and faced Long Ming coldly.
"You don't have to know who I am! Because... you all have to die!"
