The Strongest Cultivation Small Farmer

Chapter 48 Flying Sword
"Wang Wang Wang-"

Seeing that his companion was killed, the remaining nine wild dogs went crazy and started to speed up, rushing towards Zhao Xiaofei from nine different directions.

Their eyes were red and murderous, and they seemed to have sworn to the sky that they would tear Zhang Zichen to pieces.

"Give me all to die!"

Zhao Xiaofei sneered, his body accelerated instantly, and the red long sword in his hand cut across in nine different directions.

bang bang bang-

Immediately, the nine wild dogs were all cut in half and exploded one after another, turning into balls of water spray, scattered on the ground.

In just an instant, ten wild dogs were killed by Zhao Xiaofei.

And at this time, the ten 'flying swords' sacrificed by Xiang Hai had already rushed in front of Zhao Xiaofei.

However, with the sudden flash of Zhao Xiaofei's figure, the ten flying swords pierced through the air immediately, and finally with the sound of breaking wind, they all pierced into the wall behind, three points into the wall.

If it is stabbed on the body of a person, what's the deal? ?
Isn't that going to be tied into a hedgehog?
"Dodged?"

Xiang Hai in the distance frowned, he had expected that Zhao Xiaofei would be able to subdue Hao Jian's ten wild dogs, but he hadn't expected that Zhao Xiaofei would be able to dodge his flying sword.

This kid really has some skills!

"Hey~~~!"

After Zhao Xiaofei dodged the ten flying swords, he landed on the ground, kicked his feet on the ground, and moved forward again at a faster speed. His speed was so fast that he almost turned into a phantom.

"Master Xiang Hai, be careful!" Hao Jian thought it was bad, and shouted.

But before the voice fell, Hao Jian felt a black shadow rushing towards him, accompanied by a gust of wind, it was Zhao Xiaofei who had already come in front of him.

The distance between the two of them will not exceed ten centimeters.

"What a cheap master, are you safe?" Zhao Xiaofei looked at Hao Jian with a smile, and the red long sword that just appeared in his hand has long since disappeared.

"You..." Seeing Zhao Xiaofei so boldly provoking himself, Hao Jian couldn't bear it, and immediately raised his right hand.

In his right hand, a yellow Dao Talisman appeared.

"You still want to resist?" Zhao Xiaofei didn't care what kind of Taoist talisman it was, and kicked Hao Jian's chest directly.

puff!
one sound.

Hao Jian suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and immediately flew upside down. After about ten meters, he fell to the ground with a bang due to gravity.

There was already a lot of water on the ground, and Hao Jian was drenched immediately, quite embarrassed.

However, a third-level Taoist is a third-level Taoist. He knows that the more dangerous the situation is, the more calm he must be, and he must not lie on the ground and let others slaughter him.

Hao Jian quickly threw the yellow Taoist talisman in his hand, and was about to stand up and pinch his fingers to use the talisman.

But suddenly, Zhao Xiaofei suddenly appeared in front of Hao Jian, and stretched out a foot, stepped on Hao Jian's chest, and stepped Hao Jian into the water again.

"You—you're courting death!" Hao Jian cursed loudly, lying on the ground and continuing to pinch his fingers, reciting spells, "Spirit of Fire, Art of Explosion..."

However, just after reading this, Hao Jian saw Zhao Xiaofei raised a flip flop in his hand and slammed it down.

Snapped!
A crisp sound.

Hao Jian felt a sharp pain coming from his mouth, and the spell was interrupted accordingly.

In no time, Hao Jian realized - it turned out that it was Zhao Xiaofei who slapped himself on the mouth with his damn slippers.

Hold!Damn Zhao Xiaofei, how despicable!Must let you die!

Hao Jian cursed in his heart, and then began to chant the spell again: "Spirit of Fire, explode..."

Snapped!
Another crisp sound.

Hao Jian's mouth immediately felt another burst of pain, this pain was more painful than before, and it hurt his heart.

Looking up, this damn Zhao Xiaofei was holding flip-flops and looking at him with a smile.

He...he was bullying and insulting Hao Jian.

Hao Jian couldn't bear it, and continued to read: "The spirit of fire..."

Snapped!
There was another sound, and the damned slipper was pulled down again, and Hao Jian couldn't dodge it.

This time, Hao Jian felt his mouth was burning, and the pain doubled compared to last time.

Nima's!
Hao Jian didn't believe in evil anymore, he had to recite the mantra: "Fire..."

Snapped!
Crispy.

It is also the crisp sound of slapping the mouth.

This time, it was more painful than the previous few times, so painful that Hao Jian thought his mouth was not his own.

And so is it.

The first time he beat Hao Jian with a slipper, Zhao Xiaofei didn't use all his strength, but left a red slipper mark on Hao Jian's mouth.

The second time was heavier.

The third time was twice as heavy as the second time.

And this fourth time, it was more than double the weight of the third time.

After four times of whipping, Hao Jian's mouth was red, and the whole mouth was swollen into a sausage mouth. No wonder he couldn't feel his own mouth.

Seeing Hao Jian turned into a sausage mouth, Zhao Xiaofei laughed out loud, and said cheerfully: "What a cheap master, read it, keep reading! As soon as you start reciting the spell, my slipper will be thrown off immediately , do you believe it or not?"

"..." Hao Jian was speechless.

Now, can he not believe it?

Now he didn't even dare to say anything, for fear that Zhao Xiaofei would think that he was going to chant a spell and continue to throw it off.

Damn Zhao Xiaofei, this slipper is too hateful?
"Hahaha..." Zhao Xiaofei continued to laugh, "What a cheap master, you are not my opponent at all, if you continue to fight with me, then I don't mind playing with you, what a cheap master, you don't know Ah, I, Zhao Xiaofei, like to play the most, I am very playful, sometimes if I play carelessly, my slipper will fall off again."

Seeing Zhao Xiaofei's smug, but slightly treacherous smile, Hao Jian's face turned pale with fright, and he swallowed.

He has already seen Zhao Xiaofei's strength.

At least, Hao Jian knew that he was not Zhao Xiaofei's opponent at all, he was just like a child in Zhao Xiaofei's eyes.

Hao Jian also gradually felt afraid, with a look of horror in his eyes, and he completely let go of his tight knuckles.

He decided not to resist anymore!
Maybe because he sensed Hao Jian's fear, Zhao Xiaofei laughed and said, "What a cheap master, it's not bad, a person who knows the current affairs is a hero, I like people like you. We can still be friends, hahaha..."

However, just as he was smiling, Zhao Xiaofei suddenly heard a mantra chanting from behind: "Spirit of Gold, Art of Transformation, Flying Sword, hurry like a law!"

It was Xiang Hai's voice.

"This girl is using the flying sword technique again." Zhao Xiaofei's heart moved, and he immediately felt a killing intent coming from behind, without even thinking about it, the whole person immediately dodged to the side.

(End of this chapter)