Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 339

"Want to run? Save your life."

Seeing Chen Ping fleeing, Deng Fengcheng immediately yelled, and then waved at the golden wings on both sides, the brilliance flashed, and the golden wings turned into two meteors in an instant, roaring and chasing after them.

With the addition of the Jinpeng Spreading Wings Talisman, his speed was obviously faster than Chen Ping's. The black light only flew a few miles before being chased by Jinmang.

Deng Fengcheng smiled coldly, and clasped his palms in the air, the two big hands mixed with thunder and lightning suddenly surged several times, and they were pulled off, as if they were about to lift Chen Ping abruptly.

Now that he has fought for dozens of rounds, he feels that he has almost figured out the background of this person.

Proficient in puppetry, swordsmanship, and body training, the spells he practiced are also very powerful, far exceeding the average strength of monks in the early and middle stages of Yuan Dan.

Even the ordinary late Yuan Dan is not its opponent.

But fortunately, he is also a powerful Lei Xiu, and ordinary methods cannot pose an absolute threat to him.

When Lei Dian grabbed it down with his big hand, Chen Ping made a dangerous and dangerous urge. The Pure Yang Sword, which seemed to be free at first, let out a clear cry, and suddenly the spiritual power was united. A piece of blue sky flew away.

In an instant, the chasing speed was fully [-]% faster.

The two big hands that were flashing with lightning were naturally snatched up, and they floated back to the top of Deng Fengcheng's head, circling unsteadily.

Deng Fengcheng took his time and began to inject mana into his wings. As a result, the golden light on his back shook violently, and with a "whoosh", he easily chased after Chen Ping again.

"How powerful is the old man's Jinpeng Spreading Wings Talisman?"

Deng Fengcheng squinted his eyes, and his consciousness locked onto Chen Ping not far away again.

He bought this third-level top-grade flying talisman at the centennial auction in Shuangcheng, and he did not hesitate to offend a local Yuandan cultivator in the cultivation world of Shuangcheng.

It has been kept as a hole card for decades and has never been used.

Double the escape speed and last for [-] breaths, such a life-saving thing, if the secret technique Chen Ping used was not too mysterious, and the ordinary escape light was beyond the reach, he would not be willing to crush it.

After a trace of coldness hung on the corner of his mouth, a golden light flashed on his body, and he was about to drive the thunder palm down again.

But at this moment, Deng Fengcheng suddenly found that the aura that had been locked had disappeared strangely, which made him frown and froze, and his figure froze.

But immediately he seemed to remember something, and hastily used his spiritual consciousness to the limit, and finally found Chen Ping somewhere on the ground.

However, before he could track it down, Chen Ping's aura suddenly disappeared again.

"The art of concealing the breath, and at least it is a mysterious grade."

Deng Fengcheng snorted, his face became more and more uncertain.

Although his spiritual sense is still scanning, but to detect a high-quality hidden qi technique, unless the opponent stays in place for a while, waiting for him to use his spiritual sense to scan.

This is naturally impossible. With Chen Ping's cunning, how could he rashly reveal his flaws.

"The old man was despicable and shameless for a while today. I want to see how far you, the leader of the clan, can hide your head and show your tail."

Deng Fengcheng's eyes were fierce, and with spiritual power in his mouth, he deliberately spread the words to the surroundings, and then he plunged headlong into the battlefield below.

"boom!"

Halfway through the journey, he found a place where the sound of fighting was frequent, and without hesitation, he knocked down the two thunder hands. The hurricane howled, the dust was noisy, and there was a huge deep pit on the ground, with cracks several feet deep Like fresh scratches, half a mile nearby is almost ruins.

In the center of the huge crater, bright red blood flowed all over the ground.

The two foundation-builders who were ruthlessly shot to death by Deng Fengcheng were the patriarch Chen Tong and one of the "gossip twin bears" Chen Zhengchu.

"Not coming out yet?"

Deng Fengcheng's face sank, and he quickly flew up to the next location, where four monks from the Chen clan were teaming up to deal with the two foundation-builders of his Deng family.

But before he got close to the battlefield, with the movement of his mind, he finally caught that familiar breath again.

Deng Fengcheng's expression turned cold, and he immediately abandoned his target and continued to hunt down Chen Ping.

Ten miles away, a beam of green rainbow galloped towards the direction of the light.

In the twilight, Chen Ping kept taking out various healing elixirs and recovery elixirs from his body, poured them into his mouth, and swallowed them into his stomach like swallowing jujubes whole.

Now his complexion is pale without a trace of rosiness, and his eyes are dim, as if he has spent too much mana.

Beside the feet, lay two Foundation Establishment cultivators with their eyes closed, floating an inch apart, motionless.

But judging from the regular ups and downs of their chests, it was obvious that they had just passed out.

"Chen Ping, you villain, you dare to be so mad when you are about to die!"

The next moment, Deng Fengcheng discovered that the two monks in the Dunguang, whose life and death were unknown, were the mainstays of his Deng family.

"Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps. Fellow Daoist Deng just killed the contemporary patriarch of this clan. Why, Chen is not allowed to fight back with fire?"

Chen Ping replied slowly, his voice began to become a little sluggish.

His behavior was not all done to paralyze Deng Fengcheng.

After successively releasing Qinglian Sword Technique, Spirit Fire, and Ziwei Containing Breath Technique, [-]% of the mana in his body was consumed.

Coupled with the depleted blood essence of Mo Luo Dun Shadow Step, it will really be impossible to get rid of the weak state for a while.

Fortunately, he also collected several high-grade fire spirit stones, which can instantly restore [-]% of mana.

"Grumpy!"

Relying on the power of the flying talisman, Deng Fengcheng caught up in an instant, and without even thinking about it, he yelled and raised his hand, and Xuan Ce smashed hard at Chen Ping.

As soon as this treasure was released, it turned into a size of more than ten feet, and the sound of wind whistling and screaming was astonishing.

Chen Ping stared blankly at Xuance's pan as it flew closer and closer, and when the shadow was about to fall over his head, a pair of fleshy palms pushed upwards vigorously, and unexpectedly held it firmly.

In order to preserve the few mana, Chen Ping did not hesitate to show the power of physical cultivation.

"I really don't know what level of heaven and earth treasures this guy has swallowed, and he has cultivated a body that is comparable to a middle-grade defensive weapon at a young age."

Deng Fengcheng's face suddenly darkened, and his gaze spread with extreme ferocity.

The stronger Chen Ping's supernatural powers were, the more determined he was to destroy this person no matter how much he paid.

"This simple defense burned three drops of blood essence."

Chen Ping couldn't help frowning. Beads of sweat were all over the back of his hands at some point, and blood vessels and veins protruded on the sides of his shoulders and neck, as if they were about to burst soon.

After all, Xuan Ce Pan is a high-grade Taoist tool, and it is driven by a major repairer in the late Yuan Dan period, so it is not something his half-baked body and supernatural powers can compete with.

Suddenly, Chen Ping blinked sharply at Deng Fengcheng, and the bodies of the two Deng family juniors pressed upwards vigorously.

Seeing this scene, Deng Fengcheng was startled and furious, he tapped his natal Dao weapon like a conditioned reflex, and there was a piercing sound of "buzzing buzzing", and the Xuan Ce pan stopped the sinking trend.

　Thanks to Liu Jie for the reward of 1500 points!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)