Looking at the empty tall masked old man in front of him with cold eyes, he clenched his fists, paced back and forth for a few steps, tore off the veil on his face, crumpled it into a ball, and pushed it fiercely.
Throw it on the ground.
"Master, there must be an ambush ahead, look."
After the veil was torn off, what was revealed was an old face, full of wrinkles, and his beard was almost completely white.
A warrior who is close to the Seventh Realm has such an old look on his face. It can be roughly deduced that this person's lifespan will not be long if he cannot break through the Seventh Realm.
The old man with a white beard looked sinister and said in a deep voice: "I know this, so I didn't act rashly and went to investigate. The three of them have obviously been ambushed and cannot come back. I can't stay here for a long time."
"That's it, Hall Master, you go ahead and gather some people, and I'll come to cut off the rear for you."
The old man looked at the people next to him with satisfaction and nodded, "Be careful in everything."
The masked man seemed a little flattered, and quickly straightened up and nodded in response: "Tang Yan, be careful in everything you do, and I will die with all my heart."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the hall master turning sideways and tilting his head. Before he could understand, he died immediately afterwards.
call out!
A slight crackling sound penetrated the masked man's throat, and with a trace of blood, he continued to rush towards the dodging old man with a white beard.
After escaping this sudden killing move, the old man dodged the flying sword while observing his surroundings, trying to find out where the owner of the flying sword was.
Whoosh!
A black shadow appeared out of thin air and stopped in front of the masked man who was clutching his throat. With a thud, the masked man was punched in the chest and flew backwards.
Bang!
While flying upside down, the masked man's figure was smashed into the ground, which shattered into pieces. He lay in the crater, his mouth under the gauze bleeding continuously, and there was only one thought in his mind: he would never say the word "death" again in his next life.
"I'm leaving not long after I arrived. Don't be impatient, let's have a chat." Feng Ziqing dusted off some dirt on his body and said calmly.
He didn't expect the old man to react so quickly and even dodge his flying sword. He must be from the sixth realm and ninth level, otherwise the sword just now could seriously hurt the white-bearded old man.
This masked warrior from the Four Realms was not so lucky.
The five Orion brothers ran away with the Mountain-shaking Book, and the masked men went after them, but they haven't returned yet. The old man sent several people there but they didn't return. Apparently there was an ambush ahead.
He couldn't let the old man leave like this, otherwise he would find the mastermind behind the scenes. Moreover, the Book of Shaking the Mountain was still ahead. If he followed the old man away and then started to attack, there was no telling whose hands the Book of Shaking the Mountain would fall.
These four major aristocratic families have disappeared, and the storm has subsided. Where can we find those who are unfamiliar with the place?
As for revealing his identity as an immortal cultivator, it is not that important now. So what if Mei and Xia see it. If they know it, they will know what they can do to them.
He has almost figured it out. Compared with the warriors in the secular world, they are far behind the martial arts.
"Immortal cultivator, who are you, and why do you want to kill me?" the old man with a white beard asked with cold eyes.
Feng Zi lightly touched the veil on his face, thought for a moment, and realized that there was no need to cover his face, so he pulled it off, smiled at the astonished old man with a white beard, and pointed at his face.
He smiled and said, "You should know me."
"The wind is not heavy! It's you, you are an immortal cultivator!" The white-bearded old man's eyes widened with surprise.
Feng Zi nodded lightly. Sure enough, he really knew me. It seemed that what he had guessed before was pretty much the same.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that. How about using me as a chess piece, is it fun?" Feng Ziqing slowly called out Fu Wei.
The old man's expression changed and he felt bad. He wanted to know a lot when he asked this question. Even so, he could only fight to the death.
He knew how powerful the immortal cultivator was. The flying sword just now made him a little scared. He didn't know if it was a magic weapon or a natal flying sword. Fortunately, this person's realm was lower than his own. Otherwise, he would have killed the sword just now.
Half a life.
"Why do you say that? Do you have some misunderstandings about me?" The old man slowly moved a few steps, looked around, and made secret calculations in his mind.
Seeing the old man like this, Feng Zi chuckled lightly and shook his head, "Don't admit it, it doesn't matter. You will admit it later."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed towards the white-bearded old man.
He did not choose to continue fighting with the flying sword, but chose to fight in close combat in order to make the opponent think that his flying sword was not his natural flying sword.
Killing enemies with a sword or weapon consumes a lot of energy, but the natal object or natal flying sword consumes relatively little, so this is one of the reasons why the natal object is extremely precious, and it is common knowledge in the cultivation world.
Dang! Dang, Dang, Dang!
Bang! Bang bang bang!
The swords collided, and the breath surged.
The fists and winds collided, causing the tree to fall to the ground and crack.
In just a short moment, the surrounding vegetation was completely destroyed by the two men's swords, shadows, swords, energy, and fists. Wherever the two went, nothing was left intact.
Feng Ziqing is still in the early stage of Chengxu Realm. Although he has improved a lot after the previous period of fighting, he has not yet reached the middle stage. He is facing an old man with a white beard who is already in the sixth and ninth realms and has been in this realm for who knows how many years.
Without using the natal flying sword, for a moment, the two of them were evenly matched.
Even so, he didn't panic at all. His state was achieved through fighting with others again and again. However, the white-bearded old man in front of him had always been planning behind the scenes. This state was not so stable.
If it was the ninth level of the Sixth Realm in the cultivation sect, it might be difficult for him to deal with it, but killing the person in front of him would take some effort, it was just a matter of time.
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In the mountains and forests not far away.
Xia Xu's expression was already a little restless.
He didn't expect that Feng Buzhong was actually a cultivator of immortality, and that he was so powerful. If this person knew what they were doing, what other option would he have left except death?
Just now he said to the lobby master, is it fun to use his chess piece? Could it be that he already knows something!?
No! I have to take the opportunity to go back and tell the young master that this person must be killed!
Meijiu beside him also had some uneasiness in his eyes, but more importantly, he was filled with excitement that was almost uncontrollable.
Yes, excited!
A cultivator of such an age! Is there any better destination than this!? Yes, I must become his person and stay by his side, no matter what method I use!
The eyes of the two of them were full of murderous intent, and the other was full of charm.