Jiuxiao Supreme

The next day, before dawn, Ling Feng got up early, took the package, picked up the green rusty sword, and walked out of his room. Grandpa was still sleeping deeply, and the old cotton mattress fell to the ground. He bent over Sleeping on his side, his rickety body looks so old, as if he has melted into the long river of history at any time.
The cold fog was still lingering around. He stepped forward to pick up the cotton mattress that had fallen to the ground, and gently covered it with the old man again. Perhaps it was because of his age or because the night was too cold that the old man did not sleep well. Deeply, he moved his body gently and pushed the covered cotton mattress to the ground.
The more people live, the more childlike they become. He can't even cover himself with quilts. Ling Feng couldn't help but think of the times when his grandfather got up when he was a child. The scene was so warm, and he covered himself with a heavy smile. Cotton mattress.
"Grandpa, Feng'er is about to leave. It will be a difficult and dangerous journey. I vow to hunt the Qingda Soul Beast and live up to your trust." After whispering, he turned around resolutely and opened the door. The afterglow of the waning moon spread down, making The sky was gray, and I couldn't see my fingers clearly when I stretched out my hand. I carefully closed the door again and walked towards the mountains.
The moment Ling Feng closed the door, grandpa opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes shot out a sharp cold light. He didn't move, looking at the afterglow squeezed in through the crack of the door. He didn't know what he was thinking, until Ling Feng After Feng completely disappeared, he slowly got up and lit the candle.
The mountain road is rugged, and some can only be passed by one person. Next to it is the bottom of the bottom of the cliff. It will take a long time to hear the echo of the falling stones. The cold wind blows the branches, making a squeaking sound.
Some of them were even poured into his face, his chest was so tight that as soon as he opened his mouth, it was squeezed into his abdomen, making his lungs in his chest hurt. The wide linen clothes could not block the cold wind, but Ling Feng did not feel the slightest bit of cold. The power of blood contained in the heavenly veins can easily dispel this coldness.
Ling Feng walked very slowly, holding the green rusty sword in front of his chest. He was very alert, not only filtering out the whistling sound of the cold wind, but also distinguishing which ones were the mournful cries of strange beasts coming from the distant mountains, and which ones were It was the movement in front of him. These must be a little difficult for a new hunter, but for him, it was easy. He didn't know the specific reason.
The forest is getting closer and closer. There is not much light passing through the thick cold fog and the sparse leaves. Therefore, the vision in the forest is greatly restricted.
Not only that, the air contained a thick smell of blood, which made my nose feel sore. I couldn't distinguish the smell at all. I couldn't see, ask, or hear clearly. There was killing happening all the time inside. It could be said that every inch of it was filled with blood. The land is extremely dangerous.
Gently exerting force on his wrist, he pushed aside the leaves in front of him. Ling Feng walked forward bit by bit, his alertness increased to the maximum. Not long after he walked in, he felt like a light on his back, as if he had been caught. Something to stare at.
This feeling made him very uneasy. He turned around and looked around. Except for the cold wind that was still blowing and the white mist, the leaves were not swaying at all. He shook his head. Although he didn't find anything, he already felt the danger.
"It's so dangerous. Why is this kid so alert?" Wang Peng patted his chest and muttered to himself, hesitating whether to draw out the sun-shooting bow on his back. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. He couldn't master the spiritual weapon.
If the arrow fails to kill him, and he still has half a breath left, wouldn't it be very dangerous for him to fight for his life? No, it won't work. He should wait until this kid and the soul beast are both injured, and then he appears again. Not only can he take revenge, but he can also take revenge. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to get a piece of blood essence for free?
Ling Feng walked forward slowly. Suddenly, he saw something flashing in front of his eyes, and he saw something coming towards him. Without thinking, he raised his hand and slashed.
"Ding!", a spark flew from the green rusty sword, and the huge force from the sword made him take two steps back. When he looked carefully, he saw a thick, thick bowl wrapped around an old tree in front of him. The green python made him secretly scream that it was in danger.
The green python that missed a hit continued to spit out snake core from the corner of its mouth, making a sizzling sound. Its triangular snake eyes stared at itself tightly, and occasionally emitted a green light, making it look particularly strange.
It tightened its upper body, flicked hard, and opened its huge mouth. The sharp fangs felt cold even before it got close, and it even smelled of a strong fishy smell. I think a green python like this can not only catch live food, but also Swallowing carrion, if you want to be hit, you must not be able to avoid the poison on the fangs.
"You're here just in time, look at the sword!" Although Ling Feng didn't know much about swordsmanship, he secretly ran the "Nine Revolutions of Nirvana" and used the Cloud Crane Step. With his ethereal figure, he avoided the green python's killing blow.
Coming to the side of the green python, this green python was cunning. If it missed the hit again, it would immediately retract, trying to use its huge body to cover its fragile head, but it was already too late now. Ling Feng slashed out with his sword. The snake's blood was flowing, and the head and the snake's body were separated.
Bang, the huge snake body fell to the ground, kicking up a burst of dust. Ling Feng looked forward, but found that the green python was just an ordinary beast, not a spirit beast. Also, he had just entered the forest, so it was impossible for him to be like this. He soon encountered a soul beast, but he was a little surprised that an ordinary beast could be so powerful.
Is it the green python staring at me? If so, the chill should have disappeared. Why is he still a little uneasy? Could it be that he is making himself paranoid?It shouldn't be. The vigilance of cultivating was still very accurate. I didn't figure it out and continued to go deep into the forest in depression.
"Damn it, it must be luck to be avoided like this. I won't be so lucky next time." Wang Peng said from a distance. Knowing that Ling Feng was deeply vigilant, he didn't dare to stare too closely. , just moving far behind, so that it will neither be discovered nor lost.
Ling Feng went through several fights along the way, but none of them were the soul beasts he wanted. He hunted two hares and a fox, and the current time was probably around noon. If he didn't meet any soul beasts, he would kill them.
He was about to return the way he came. It was taboo to stay overnight in the forest. Everyone who stayed overnight in the forest did not show up. Although he did not know what happened to those people, it did not hinder his awareness of the dangers of the forest.
He was a little anxious. At this moment, suddenly a loud noise came from the bush. He immediately squatted down and saw from the leaves. An old and lonely gray wolf was walking forward step by step. There were already many No food for days.
The soul beast that has not eaten will be even more ferocious, but this is indeed a good opportunity. You must know that generally wind wolves move in groups. The reason why this wind wolf walks alone may be because it is too old and was abandoned by the wolves. .
The body of the wolf is very thin, and the shape of the bones can almost be seen. This is a sign of long-term hunger. The hair on the wolf is no longer as shiny as before, and some of the hair hanging down is even stained with dead branches and leaves.
This made it look even older. It kept sniffing with its nose, but its sense of smell had long since deteriorated and it couldn't smell anything. It moved forward silently, not knowing that the people hiding in the bushes had decided to hunt it.
He used the Cloud Crane Step again, and his body turned into an afterimage, but the sound of the leaves under his feet had long exposed his whereabouts. He used huge force and chopped off the head of Feng Lang. Feng Lang, who had already noticed it, reacted quickly. , without turning around, he turned his head and opened his wolf's mouth, and blasted toward Ling Feng with a blast of wind and a roaring sound.
Although Feng Xuan was not huge, he felt the power within it and did not dare to underestimate it. He quickly withdrew the green rusty sword that was slashing at the wolf's head to protect his whole body.
"Dang", the green rusty sword almost came out of his hand, and his body flew back and hit the tree.
"Bang", the tree trunk kept shaking, countless branches and leaves fell down, the back was sore, the tiger's mouth on the palm had cracked, and blood flowed out uncontrollably. Without adjusting his body, the wind wolf rushed over again, sharp His wolf claws shone with cold light, and he had no doubt that if he couldn't avoid such a blow, he would be torn apart.
It was late, then fast, Ling Feng ignored the soreness in his arms, raised one hand, and held the back of the sword with the other, holding it horizontally in front of him to block the wolf's claws from falling. The two caught the wind wolf's attack force.
Coupled with the weight of Feng Lang's entire body, it was completely transmitted to Ling Feng. Ling Feng felt that his feet were digging into the soil, and the muscles in his legs were tense. The muscles in his legs were already trembling a little, and he might be unable to withstand it at any time. .
Seeing that Feng Lang couldn't hit with his claws, he opened his huge mouth and bit Ling Feng underneath him. Ling Feng secretly cried out, "Damn, this is okay. Move quickly to avoid Feng Lang's huge mouth and bite him with his left hand." He missed, his right bite missed, but he showed no intention of stopping.
Ling Feng's legs were already a little bent. If they were bent a little further, his upper body would be under the attack of the wolf's mouth. This was not the solution. Ling Feng mobilized the power of Qi and blood in the ninety heavenly veins in his body and put down the cyan Rusty Sword, Feng Lang's figure dropped, and the sharp fangs were closer to Ling Feng's neck.
"Fuhu Fist!", he shouted loudly, swept away with one punch, and hit the wind wolf's head with the scornful force of the mountains and rivers.
"Bang!" The punch not only caused Wind Wolf to open his huge mouth and hit him back, but also made his head hurt, and he let out a whimper and flew away.
At this time, Feng Lang, who had escaped, turned around and met Feng Xuan again. Ling Feng, who knew that Feng Xuan was powerful, did not dare to block him and quickly evaded it.
"Nima, the old man is so powerful, can he still play happily?"
Ling Feng knew that he couldn't kill him quickly in a head-on competition, so he and Feng Lang worked bit by bit, consuming Feng Lang's physical strength. He recovered faster than Feng Lang, and Feng Lang quickly showed his fatigue. state.
"Fight, fight, it's best to lose both sides." Wang Meng took out the sun-shooting bow from his back. The bow was very long and extremely heavy. The surface was engraved with various patterns of soul beasts. It was extremely gorgeous. The bow line was a kind of Tough metal, with a long feather arrow attached to it.
He opened the sun-shooting bow bit by bit. The bow made a clanging sound and could only be pulled in a semicircle. The surrounding leaves were attracted by a strange force and left the ground. The tip of the arrow Pointing at Ling Feng's head, the power on it was hesitant.
Ling Feng felt a strong crisis again, which made his heart palpitate. At this time, Feng Lang, who was tired, knew that he could not kill the human in front of him. On the contrary, as time went by, he was likely to be chopped down by the sword. He still turned around. escape.
Ling Feng naturally refused to let go. He picked up the green rusty sword and chased after him. He stabbed Feng Lang in the waist and abdomen with the sword. Bright blood trickled down. Feng Lang let out a loud and mournful cry, as if saying goodbye to this world. Ling Feng morning Going forward, he was about to collect the essence and blood of the wind wolf, when he heard a muffled sound behind him.
Turning around, he saw a long feather arrow tearing through the air. The rapid speed caused long rays of light at both ends of the arrow's tail. The arrow flew towards two bright feathers, but he could no longer dodge it. I can only watch helplessly as the arrow hits my head. Is this all over?
Ling Feng whispered silently, a little unwillingly, but more importantly, he missed his grandpa. How could grandpa live without him in his life!Scenes of getting along are replayed in front of our eyes. Grandpa, grandpa, are you okay, kid?