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"See that? This is the Supreme Elder's flying sword. Thousands of miles away, take its head. No matter who it is, it is difficult to block his flying sword."

Among the spectating disciples, someone said with a burning gaze. It was obvious that he was envious of this technique.

And this point of view was also acknowledged by everyone.

"Zhao Feng, you are about to die! Today, I'm going to take revenge for the deceased souls of Crimson Flame Immortal Sect. I really regret not killing you back then."

Xuan Qingzi held his flying sword and stood in the air. From afar, he looked just like the sword immortal described in legends.

Hearing his words, Zhao Feng didn't say anything. Halfway through the fight, he knew that there was no need to use a blank memorial tablet. He wouldn't be able to kill Xuan Qingzi today.

However, there was a reason why he was persisting here.

Fighting Xuan Qingzi was really beneficial to him. In just a few minutes, the Vital Spirit in his body had become much purer.

The Xuan Qingzi in front of him had already become the cornerstone of his strength.

To be honest, Xuan Qingzi's heart was already in turmoil when he saw the scarred Zhao Feng. He had also walked step by step from the peak of Qi Refinement.

Hence, he was very clear about the amount of true qi a peak Qi Refinement possessed.

However, Zhao Feng had fought with him for half a day. Logically speaking, the Vital Spirit should have dried up long ago. However, the truth was not so. Zhao Feng's Vital Spirit seemed to be inexhaustible.

Even if he had already consumed almost two peak Qi Cultivating Stage cultivators' total medicinal Vital Spirits, Zhao Feng's Vital Spirit was still as strong as before. There was no sign of any loss at all.

"Stop boasting, Xuan Qingzi! That's all you can do. If you could kill me, you would have done so long ago. Don't you think you can't do anything to me?"

Xuan Qingzi was furious when he heard this, but there was nothing he could do.

What he relied on was... It's the flying sword in my hand. This thing could be said to be indestructible. As long as Zhao Feng touched it, a wound would appear on his body.

However, injuries were not equal to life. No matter how serious the injuries were, Zhao Feng could still hold on. As long as he was not dead, he still had a chance to turn the tables.

There were not many opportunities to improve his strength like this. He had to get more benefits from Xuan Qingzi, this sheep. The current him could still endure it.

The continuous attacks had completely changed the landscape of the small mountain. There were sword marks everywhere, as well as the marks left behind after the magic was destroyed.

Gradually, those who were watching the battle from the side also noticed that something was wrong. Logically speaking, Xuan Qingzi should be able to easily defeat Zhao Feng under such circumstances.

However, that was not the case. Zhao Feng, who was only at the peak of Qi Refinement, had displayed the toughness that he should not have at his current realm.

He was like a cockroach that could not be killed. No matter how Xuan Qingzi attacked, he could stand tall.

In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, this was the case. But what exactly was it? Only Zhao Feng knew.

Although he didn't lack Vital Spirits, the flying sword in Xuan Qingzi's hand was really too sharp. There were several times when he was on the verge of death.

Although he did not lack medicinal Vital Spirits, the injuries on his body were not light. If he continued to persist, he might really not be able to hold on any longer.

Under these circumstances, he was prepared to use the Tang Family's blank memorial tablet.

But at this moment, the ground suddenly shook.

The small mountain under Zhao Feng's feet suddenly cracked open. Waves of black gas rose from the ground. All the Vital Spirit on the people present were suddenly suppressed.

And the suppression that Zhao Feng, who was closest to him, was also the strongest.

He just barely stood on the ground, barely not letting himself fall.

What was this thing? Was it really a power that the Crimson Flame Immortal Sect could control? This black Qi passed by Zhao Feng.0

He could clearly feel that the brutal concept contained in it was going to destroy everything.

Zhao Feng's current state could be said to be as weak as a chicken, but the people of Crimson Flame Immortal Sect in the vicinity were even worse than him.

Those people who were further away rolled and crawled towards the exit of the sect. They didn't seem to have the slightest bit of dignity as a cultivator.

Xuan Qingzi, who was closer to Zhao Feng, could not find the image of an expert in his body.

His face was pale. Cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead, drenching the ground.

"That thing is that thing. It's impossible. How could it appear here? It's impossible."

Zhao Feng only saw Xuan Qingzi spit out a mouthful of blood and forcefully extract a wisp of Vital Spirit from his body. He controlled the flying sword and flew toward the outside world.

On the other hand, Xuan Qingzi's actions caused an ominous premonition to arise in Zhao Feng's heart. He was clearly able to sense Xuan Qingzi's killing intent towards him.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that it was absolutely irreconcilable.

However, even though Xuan Qingzi hated him so much, after the black Qi came out, he gave up on the powerless Zhao Feng and fled.

The power of a role model was boundless, let alone a supreme elder of a sect like Xuan Qingzi. When they saw Xuan Qingzi's actions, everyone began to flee.

Very quickly, Zhao Feng was the only one left on the hill.

At this time, Zhao Feng also understood why Xuan Qingzi escaped.

The black gas condensed in the air and turned into the image of a ferocious beast. This monster had a pair of snake heads, an elephant's body, four legs like an eagle's claw, and a ponytail on its back.

At first glance, it looked like a combination of several ferocious beasts.

Zhao Feng was very tiny in front of this monster made of black gas. The monster stood in the air. It had wings on its back.

With a gentle flap, a gust of wind blew out, sending sand and stones flying.

Although this wind was strong, it could not do anything to Zhao Feng. The only thing that shocked him was that the medicinal Vital Spirits in his body were continuously melting.

That's right, melting. It was as if the medicinal Vital Spirits in his body had been stolen by something. In just a few seconds, more than half of the medicinal Vital Spirits in his body had disappeared.

Under such circumstances, Zhao Feng really panicked.

"What kind of monster is the Crimson Flame Immortal Sect imprisoning? Is this really something that can be resisted by human strength?"

In front of this thing, he couldn't even think of a way to deal with it.

Just as he was about to take out the blank tablet from his storage ring and prepare to fight to the death, he was shocked to find that he couldn't open the storage ring.

It was as if it had turned into an ordinary ring, and he couldn't feel the items stored within it at all.

"What's going on here?"

However, there was no time for Zhao Feng to think too much. The monster in the sky was already approaching Zhao Fengchong.

Its four legs were like an eagle's claw, grabbing towards Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng rolled to the side with all his might, narrowly avoiding the attack.

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