Ning Lang turned around and cursed: "Only a fool would not run away. Do you think we are like you? Damn old witch, come and chase me if you dare! It will be your achievement if you can catch me!"
The pair of golden boots on his feet came in handy, and he ran as fast as a shadow and as swift as the wind, making it impossible for the Nascent Soul evil cultivator behind him to catch up. However, he was unwilling to let the two of them go, so he gritted his teeth and chased after them. Especially when he heard the little fat man in front turning back and cursing from time to time, the Nascent Soul evil cultivator was so angry that he almost vomited blood when he heard the little fat man in front turning back and cursing from time to time, but he couldn't catch him.
"Damn you, Fatty! Don't let me catch you! Otherwise, I will skin you alive!"
The evil Nascent Soul cultivator was so angry that he went mad and chased after her with all his might. The hateful thing was that the person in front of him was provoking her, but she who was behind him just couldn't catch up with him.
The other Nascent Soul evil cultivator was entangled by Tunyun. The man and the beast were fighting there. Tunyun's roar and the rumbling sound of the opponent's airflow attack hitting the ground were heard from time to time, shaking the ground slightly.
But at this moment, a shrill and unwilling voice came from halfway up the mountain. The voice was so sharp and angry that they all looked towards the halfway up the mountain.
“Feng Jiu!”
"Who. Are. You?!"
The dantian of the Nascent Soul cultivator was pierced by Feng Jiu's Qingfeng sword. The Qingfeng sword pierced from the front to the back, and blood flowed down the blade. The evil cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage held the sword with both hands, letting the blood flow down, his eyes fixed on the red-clothed boy in front of him, as if he would not give up until he found out who he was.
In mid-air, the young man’s red clothes fluttered and his black hair flew in disarray, passing across his handsome and cold face.
She held the Qingfeng sword in her hand, and at this moment, the sharp Qingfeng sword with a green cold glow shattered the Nascent Soul in the Nascent Soul female cultivator's body with one blow and passed through her body. As long as she pulled out the Qingfeng sword at this moment, blood would spurt out, and the evil cultivator whose bloodline was broken would die from the surge of blood.
Therefore, that pair of hands was now tightly grasping the sword blade, and that pair of beautiful eyes with enchanting charm was also now staring at Fengjiu, just to die with understanding.
"I am Fengjiu."
The clear and slow voice came out with a chill. The voice was so calm, yet in the calmness there was a sense of dominance of a strong man, which made people's hearts tremble.
As soon as her voice came out, she drew back the Qingfeng Sword. In an instant, blood splattered out, and the figure fell from mid-air as if it had lost support. Looking at the red-clothed young man standing in the air, he swallowed his last breath, but could never close his eyes that were staring at the figure.
"Bang!"
There was a heavy sound of landing. The evil cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul fell halfway down the mountain. His body rolled down until he was stopped by a rock. At this time, she was no longer as charming and enchanting as before, because all that could be seen was a bloody mess...
"hiss!"
The sound of gasps came from the bottom of the mountain. The two Nascent Soul evil cultivators were shocked after seeing this scene. They looked at the red figure and the handsome young man in disbelief. They couldn't believe that he could kill a powerful man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul with the cultivation level of a Jindan cultivator...