Even Lei Xing's soul can cross the boundary of space and be reborn on this continent. This thing, which sounds like a fantasy, has indeed happened to him.
"Anything is possible, I just don't believe this sentence!"
Zhou Leopard groaned in his mouth, his drooping eyes raised in vain, and a crazy look appeared in his eyes, and he said sharply; "It's all you who have disrupted the practice of this seat. Even if you die, this seat will hold you together. Go to hell!"
Recruiting land, Zhou Leopard was like returning to the light, and the weak aura gradually became stronger, and a terrible cold light radiated from the dim eyes.
If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Zhou Bao's abnormal change fell in Lei Xing's eyes, his face slightly changed, and he transformed into an ancient great demon ape. His body flashed before appearing in front of Zhou Bao.
"Great Demon Arm!"
Lei Xing let out an angry fist, slammed his iron fist, aimed at Zhou Bao's chest, and slapped a fist.
boom!
Zhou Leopard was already at the end of the real crossbow, Lei Xing's iron fist slammed, unable to avoid it, his entire chest was pierced by his fist.
"Jie Jie...! Die with me!"
A surprising scene appeared. Although Zhou Leopard was penetrated through his chest, he still did not die. He hugged Lei Xing tightly with both hands, and said with a grinning smile.
"How is this going?"
Lei Xing's right hand was deep in Zhou Bao's chest, and his entire body was embraced by Zhou Bao's hands. He was taken aback when he sensed Zhou Bao's stronger breath.
"call out!"
An iron sword flew across the sky, slashing at Zhou Leopard's neck, and a pillar of blood rose into the sky. The breath radiating from Zhou Leopard's body ceased instantly, and his head rolled to the ground.
"I'm so Nima, how dare I yin Laozi!"
With blood on his face, Lei Xing kicked Zhou Leopard's headless body with a kick, spitting out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and cursed.
"Hehe, thank you so much!"
Lei Xing wiped the blood on his face and looked up at the young man carrying an iron sword who came slowly, saying in gratitude.
Just now at a critical juncture, Lei Xing thought of Zhou Bao's purpose of doing this, fearing that he would blew his Dantian and died with him.
Third Uncle Lei Gushan once mentioned to Lei Xing that when fighting with the enemy, he should pay the most attention to the madness of the spiritualist's self-destruction of his dantian.
The spirit commander self-destroyed his dantian, and the overflowing energy wanted to be a powerful blow from the spirit commander realm powerhouse.
It is conceivable that once Zhou Leopard blew his dantian, Lei Xing, who had only a four-layered cultivation base of the Spirit Soldiers, would inevitably be unable to escape the fate of being wiped out.
Had it not been for this young man to smash Zhou Leopard's head with a sword and completely wipe out Zhou Leopard's vitality, I am afraid Lei Xing would have disappeared at this moment.
Lei Xing is a person with clear grudges and grievances. For those who have enemies, he can be cruel and ruthless, and for those who are kind to him, he will be grateful.
"It's okay! I just think you are a good person to help you!"
The young man carrying an iron sword came over, seemingly inexperienced in the world, and even talking a little shy.
"Hehe, where are you from? What's your name?"
Lei Xing listened to the youth saying that he was a good person and was in a great mood, and his favor with this somewhat shy youth was greatly increased, and he grinned immediately.
"My name is Feng Qingyang, from Tianshan City!" The young man's face flushed red, scratching his head, and whispered.
"The wind is clear!!" Lei Xing heard the words, his eyes staring like Tongling, and he exclaimed.
Lei Xing loved watching the martial arts TV series "The Swordsman" in his previous life, and the name Feng Qingyang is no stranger.
Feng Qingyang is a generation of martial arts geniuses from Huashan School.
Right now, Lei Xing's eyes were carefully looking at the clear wind in front of him. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, his face was a little immature. Looking at the iron sword on his back, you can know that he is a good swordsman.
"What's wrong with you?"
Feng Qingyang felt that Lei Xing's gaze was a little hot, and his face was red like an apple, and he lowered his head, saying something.
"Uh...! Nothing, just remembered something!"
Lei Xing came back to his senses, and after an awkward smile, he then introduced; "My name is Lei Xing and I come from Windy Snow City!"
"Okay! Time is running out, let's finish the task first!"
Lei Xing saw that Feng Qingyang was not good at words, and immediately stopped talking. He picked up a knife on the ground, walked to Zhou Leopard's body, swung the knife and chopped off one of Zhou Leopard's arms. To the side of the wind is clear and clear.
Immediately afterwards, Lei Xing got up, intending to leave, just as he turned around, the corner of his eye inadvertently glanced at the index finger of Zhou Bao's remaining hand, and a cyan ring came into his sight.
"Xumijie!"
Lei Xing gave a startled suspicion, bends down to take off the Xu Mi Jie in Zhou Bao's hand, then walked to Feng Qingyang's side, raised the Xu Mi Jie in his hand, and said with a smile; "Unexpectedly, Zhou Leopard returned Some net worth has left us with this Xumi Precept!"
The price of Xumi Jie is high, and the spiritualists who can wear it are either those with a strong cultivation base or those with prominent status.
Feng Qingyang wore a Tsing Yi cloth shirt, and he did not look like he was from a wealthy family. For Xu Mi Jie, he was the same as other ordinary spiritualists, only hearing his name but not knowing his true face.
Of course, any spiritualist wants to have a Xumi Precept, because the Xumi Precept is not only a status symbol, but also extremely convenient and practical. Being a spiritualist is naturally no exception.
"Lei Xing, is this really Xumi Jie?"
Feng Qingyang has a simple heart, his eyes are staring at Xu Mijie in Lei Xing's hand, and there is a trace of curiosity and desire in his eyes.
"good!"
Lei Xing nodded, seeming to understand the longing in Feng Qingyang's eyes, grinning at the corner of his mouth, teasing: "You want?"
"I want...don't want...!"
Feng Qingyang nodded first, and then shook his head. He looked at Lei Xing weakly and said with a serious expression: "You found this Xumijie, and it belongs to you naturally!"
Lei Xing listened, and his heart warmed. In this world where the weak and the strong eat the strong, there are really not many people like Feng Qingyang with a simple temperament.
"Hehe, teasing you, this Xumijie is here for you!"
A smile from the heart appeared on Lei Xing's face, and soon he handed the Xu Mijie in his hand to Feng Qingyang, and said with a smile.
"No, I can't take it!"
Feng Qingyang shook his head like a rattle, raised his hand and pushed Xu Mijie back to Lei Xing's side. He glanced at Xu Mijie with reluctance and refused.
Feng Qingyang's move made Lei Xing feel sigh again.
Faced with the temptation of a Xumijie in front of him, Feng Qingyang's eyes told Lei Xing that he had this Xumijie very much, perhaps because of his inner simplicity, but Feng Qingyang refused in the end.
Lei Xing looked at some delicate Feng Qingyang on his face, a thought flashed through his mind, and blurted out: "Feng Qingyang, you are willing to become brothers with me!"
"OK!"
Feng Qingyang raised his head and looked directly at Lei Xing's eyes, with a happy smile on his face, and nodded fiercely.