Beauty's personal servant

"Did you come down from the cultivation world?" Suddenly, Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and flashed a light in his eyes.

The cold man's performance is very strange. Whether it's monster eggs or the means of raising spirits with blood, or he can call out the eyesight of Yi Rong Dan and the treasure level flying sword. Together, Chen Feng judged that the cold man should come from the cultivation world.

The next performance of the cold man made Chen Feng believe that his judgment was correct.

After listening to Chen Feng's words, the cold man suddenly shook his body. The speed of flying sword was also a little slow, and Chen Feng caught up with him in an instant.

Without any hesitation, Chen Feng pointed out to the cold man and pointed through the mountain with a terrible strength, directly at the cold man's head.

"Whoosh -" the cold man's head tilted, but he avoided this finger, but the speed was slightly slow.

Chen Feng didn't want to take effect with one blow. Lengjun man slowed down, which was calculated by Chen Feng. At this time, Chen Feng has exceeded the distance of Lengjun man's sword body. Without hesitation, the autumn sword at Chen Feng's feet suddenly flew up and came to Chen Feng's hand. He was violently waved by Chen Feng and cut at the cold man.

Chen Feng was surprised by the cold man's surprise. This attack can't be issued casually. One minute earlier, you can't get it. Later, you can't catch it. How terrible is Chen Feng's computing power to complete such an accurate attack in rapid pursuit?

Unable to, the cold man bit his teeth, and the flying sword at his feet broke away from his feet, "when" sealed the horizontal cut of the Qiushui sword. Then, the cold man held a flying sword and attacked Chen Feng quickly.

The sound of "jingling" continued. Chen Feng and the cold man collided all the way in the 10000 meter high air. The two people fell freely and fell rapidly.

The strong ones in the fake Dan period, driven by Zhenyuan, can stay in the air for a long time. Therefore, the falling of 10000 meters seems dangerous, but in fact it is only dangerous. Sure enough, near the ground, the bodies of Chen Feng and the cold man were slow, like a falling goose feather, and gently fell to the ground.

"Struggle -" a cold light suddenly flashed and pierced Chen Feng's figure like lightning. Before the cold man was happy, there was a sense of crisis behind him. A green light beat wantonly and flashed to the back of the man's neck. The man sneered and moved strangely, like a swimming fish. He bypassed the attack of Qiushui sword and attacked Chen Feng again

The confrontation between the two sides is extremely fierce. In a breath, they have attacked each other for more than dozens of moves, and the fierce confrontation still doesn't stop.

"Ding -" I don't know how long later, the sword tips hit each other, and the strength collided with each other. The cold man's body kept retreating.

"How? It's the early stage of fake Dan. Why is your real yuan so much ahead of me!" The corner of the cold man's mouth rippled with a trace of crimson, full of surprise.

Chen Feng was also a little dignified, with a sneer on his mouth: "unexpectedly, you are still a sword repairman. No wonder you can fight with me for so long."“ But... "Chen Feng smiled coldly and waved the autumn water in his hand:" you don't see enough in front of me! "

"Whew -" the green sword light was as straight as a green poisonous snake, straight to the throat of the cold man.

"Hum, don't force me!" The man drank for a long time, and the treasure flying sword in his hand suddenly burst into a strong white light.

"Roar -" a deep sound of dragon singing sounded, and a white little dragon came straight out and immediately wrapped around the body of Qiushui sword.

The white dragon is only two meters long. It looks very beautiful as if it was carved and cast from white marble. However, the dragon head looked fierce. The two longans stared like copper bells, emitting a trace of cold. A chapter of longzui fangs made up for it. Between opening their mouths, a violent cold gushed out.

Bruce Lee's size seems small, but his weight is not bad. After wrapping the Qiushui sword, Chen Feng felt that his hand was heavy and could hardly hold it.

"Roar -" Bruce Lee swam all the way along the Qiushui sword, bullied Chen Feng's body like lightning, and a cold current spewed out of his mouth rapidly and hit Chen Feng's head. This cold current is extremely cold. Even the strong in the fake Dan period can't get any benefits.

At the critical moment, Chen Feng's mouth suddenly burst out with a red light. The red light emits scorching heat and instantly evaporates the cold current emitted by the white dragon.

The red light stopped in mid air, like a shrinking sun, emitting a raging heat, which is the spiritual fire in the center of the earth. Entering the false pill period, Chen Feng's imperial envoy to the spiritual fire in the center of the earth is more handy and can be used to attack preliminarily.

"Is this samadhi true fire? No, there is only a false Dan period. How can there be samadhi true fire? " The cold man exclaimed, full of incredible cries.

Chen Feng didn't explain. He just controlled the fire of his heart and shot at the white dragon on the Qiushui sword.

"Bruce Lee, run!" The cold man cried out, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Chen Feng recklessly. Obviously, the white dragon was very important to him.

The white dragon soared into the air in an instant and wanted to dodge the attack of the earth's core spirit fire. However, while blocking the man's attack, Chen Feng controlled the inner earth fire to burst into hundreds of flowers, like a fire net, from all directions to the white dragon cover.

This method of controlling the flame has become more handy after Chen Feng entered the false Dan period.

"Roar -" a painful murmur sounded, and the net of fire had shrunk suddenly, enveloping the white dragon. The white dragon was originally an ice dragon, and the flame was just its nemesis. Moreover, the more advanced geocentric spirit fire directly hurt its origin.

"Bruce Lee, come back!" The cold man hissed and shouted. The flying sword in his hand rippled with a white light, like a light in the night, guiding the white dragon's return.

"It's too late!" Chen Feng sneered, his eyes flashed, and the spiritual fire in the earth suddenly rose.

"Roar - Woo -" the white dragon let out a sad cry, and the cold light in his eyes gradually dissipated and became empty. The body that had been struggling in mid air was also weak. It fell straight to the ground, fluttered a few times, and there was no more movement.

Chen Feng looked coldly at the dead white Bruce Lee without any guilt. The way of truth cultivation is the law of the jungle. No one is right or wrong. You can't be merciful to the enemy!

"You killed my little dragon. This is my good brother. You killed him! You... You forced me... I want you to die! " Under the cold man's tears, a blood color rose. The next moment, a red pill appeared in his hand.

"Kind of magic pill?" Chen Feng looked cold and cried out.