When Feng Qinglang said this, he had already jumped to a high place, only half a meter high, and faced the bald head who was still hesitating to move forward and retreat. Feng Qinglang made another casual and ordinary stab, but it happened to be just right.

Locking into the limited space, he still managed to cut the extremely domineering bald head in half from top to bottom. The bloody shock was not over yet.

The other strong man was originally among the three people who went ahead and fell to the end. Now he hurriedly wanted to retreat in panic. He even withdrew from the center of the battle group, but Feng Qinglang quickly made a move in the air.

The refraction of the sword caught up with him, and it was still the most unpretentious restraining force. It was still the same casual knife, which was also split into two, sputtering out a piece of blood that reflected the morning sun.

The world that was originally noisy has become completely silent, and you can hear a pin drop. Only the spring breeze and the rapid breathing of people indicate that this is not a dead world.

Feng Qinglang didn't take another look at the bloody ground. She still explained in a voice that only Nan Xinghun could hear: "When the bloody shock is repeated again and again, especially when the enemy sees some familiar masters, they can only

After being killed instantly, the seeds of the shadow of fear began to sprout."

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards the mountain top in the south. Nan Xinghun only felt a gentle pulling force, guiding her forward. She clenched her little fists and followed in unison, holding back the feeling of vomiting.

, just trampling over the broken internal organs and the blood-stained grass.

Feng Qinglang just raised his head slightly, and the warrior who had reached low altitude was like a frightened bird. He suddenly bounced back to the sky. Feng Qinglang smiled and said: "Xinghun, did you see it? This is the result of seed germination.

"

Nan Xinghun nodded silently, only to realize that the two of them walked out for more than 20 meters safely under the gaze of a pack of wolves. The shock in her heart was really hard to describe. This was the first time she experienced the domineering power of a world-famous rebel.

, even though there were tens of thousands of people, he still stood proudly alone, attracting all eyes to him. However, he who was supposed to be the target of the bounty, now became a blind spot beside the focus of attention.

She couldn't help but asked softly: "Is this how we can break out?"

Feng Qinglang held the corner of her lips and responded in a deep voice: "The shadow of fear can only block their progress for a moment. After all, courage is like a little girl, it is easy to be scared away. However, when many little girls are together,

When the time comes, they will be able to muster up their courage again.”

Nan Xinghun was thoughtful, staring at the knife in Feng Qinglang's right hand. The remaining scarlet liquid on the blood groove of the blade was still dripping slowly one drop after another.

At this time, someone in the sky muttered: "He is only one person."

Someone immediately responded with a slightly higher volume: "Yes, he is just a person."

"And we, there are many people"

"If this guy dies, we can capture the Southern Star Soul."

"If we win the Southern Star Soul, even if all of us are equal, we will make a small fortune, right?"

As if they were encouraging each other, such discussions came and went in all directions, and the voices became louder and louder. The encirclement that had spread out slowly closed again...

Feng Qinglang still had a calm expression on her face, leading Nan Xinghun forward step by step.

A Zhenwu realm archer who has fallen to a low altitude has been aiming the bow and arrow that has been brewing for so long that he feels that now should be a good time. Even if he cannot kill the opponent, at least he can draw it out for his own legion.

Opportunities, and only bows and arrows, can create a safe enough space for oneself.

With a "whoosh" sound, a bow and arrow filled with the aura of death had penetrated the airflow and shot towards the back of Feng Qinglang's head.

Such an astonishing speed, such a sudden and silent burst of murderous intent, made everyone's eyes brighten. Some people even couldn't help but look at the archer and who the terrible assassin was, so that they could be careful in the future.

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Feng Qinglang seemed to be too slow to feel the crackling wind. It was not until the bow and arrow came close that he suddenly turned his head slightly. It was obvious that his movements were not so fast, but he held the bow and arrow and followed the momentum of the bow and arrow to move forward.

After a short distance, he turned his wrist, like a child releasing a paper airplane, and gently released it again. The target was the archer from before.

But when this action fell into the eyes of the archer, he was immediately frightened out of his wits. Such a simple action was equivalent to the opponent's power. Coupled with his own power, the bow and arrow flew back at a frightening speed ten times.

He could only see the familiar white of the arrow's feathers, passing by in the wind. The arrow had already penetrated his throat. He didn't even have a chance to cry out, and the breath of life was blocked. He was shot directly from the air.

come down.

At this time, a spear suddenly stabbed out of the soil behind Feng Qinglang's feet. The owner of the spear must have thought that it was the moment when Feng Qinglang's breath was slightly exhausted, when he relaxed his vigilance the most, and the spear moved with extreme force.

At a tricky angle, it hit the back of Feng Qinglang's head. Feng Qinglang snorted coldly, as if there were eyes on the back of her head, but it was slightly tilted.

The body used the minimum strength to avoid this seemingly fatal blow. At the same time, using the left foot as the fulcrum, he turned around, just like a naughty child kicking a stone on the roadside, as casually as possible without any anger.

, just kicked the spear owner in the head. Unfortunately, he had just escaped from the earth, and before he could recognize what was going on, he was kicked off his head.

And the flying head drew a low arc, just around Nan Xinghun's ankle, and hit hard on the other head that had just escaped behind Nan Xinghun. There were just two muffled sounds, two

A land escaper who was good at ambush and assassination died unexpectedly, and the whole audience couldn't help but gasp in exclamation.

Feng Qinglang took advantage of the momentum of this kick. When his right foot landed, he stepped hard on the ground. The other three earth escapers lurking nearby were all violently shaken out.

Feng Qinglang swung his long sword again, as if practicing, and the object was just straw falling in the air. The long sword drew a gorgeous trajectory in the air. All three earth escapers were cut into two, and Yu Jingli was as sharp as a stroke.

The passing wind will never make any stop.

The archer in the air just fell in front of Feng Qinglang. Feng Qinglang reached forward and just pulled out the bow and arrow from the opponent's throat. He knelt down on one knee and thrust the bow and arrow down hard. A man was ready to go.

The second level of Qiongcang was still hesitating whether it was the best time to break out of the ground, but unexpectedly, a flaw was exposed, and his head was severely pierced by a bow and arrow.

Of course, for people in the outside world, no one knows what is under the soil. No one has thought about a sky and died like this. He only saw the arrow handle as the center and exuded a large scarlet.
Chapter completed!