The moonlight and stars are sparse, silent!

A crossbow arrow cut through the night sky and shot out towards the place where the sound came from. After Yang Qifeng himself shot the crossbow arrow, he turned around and ran decisively.

He did not expect too much hope for his crossbow attack. Night color was the best cover. Just judging the position from the sound, the approximate position was clear in his mind, but if he wanted to be accurate, he did not have such ability. The crossbow attack was just to cover him to escape.

"Don't let him escape," Pershing's voice was louder and full of energy. He was not shot by a crossbow arrow at all.

Pan Chang moved quickly, and he chased Yang Qifeng's figure. The two of them were not far apart. Just as Yang Qifeng and Pan Xing were talking, Pan Chang was not standing quietly. He was trying to approach Yang Qifeng. His movements were slow and gentle, and with the help of Pan Xing, he successfully brought a lot of distance closer.

"He can't run," Pan Chang and his friends jumped up and rushed to Yang Qifeng. He was more agile, like a lone wolf. He had a rich experience in running in the mountains and forests. He was far away on Yang Qifeng. This was not a flat ground escape. As long as anyone was fast, the trees in the mountains and forests were dense, weeds were everywhere on the ground, and there were many kinds of bushes. If you were not careful, you would fall to the ground.

Pan Chang, who is proficient in archery, often goes to the mountains to hunt. His experience in the mountains and forests is not comparable to that of Yang Qifeng. He can't run away at all. Yang Qifeng has no intention of running from beginning to end. His attempt was to lead Pan Chang up. Seeing Pan Chang coming in front of him, he suddenly turned around, gathered his five fingers into a fist, and one move of the tiger demon going down the mountain, with a shocking momentum, just like a tiger going down the mountain. This move of tiger demon going down the mountain is the most important use of momentum. He has gathered momentum in Panjiazhuang. This move of tiger demon going down the mountain is his strongest attack.

If he doesn't move, he will be thunderous attacks. His fist tear apart the air and his strength roars like a tiger. Pan Chang's body bowed and his punch was like an arrow, and he shot straight, his body like a bow, and his fist like an arrow. As a bone training martial artist, Pan Chang is not an easy person.

The two fists intersected, and the surging force spread. A crisp sound rang out. Yang Qifeng's body remained as motionless as a mountain, while Pan Chang stepped back three or four steps in succession. His arm was bent and he had already broken his bones.

"Born of divine power," Pan Chang said in a lost voice.

There are no one in a thousand people with natural divine power. Every one who does not practice can be comparable to a martial artist. Of course, the strength is only comparable to a martial artist. Others such as speed and resistance to fight are inferior to martial artists. If a martial artist can easily win when fighting, they start practicing, but when they do not need to be in the same level as the martial artists, even if they are at a lower level, they can win.

"Pan Feng, you have a ulterior motive. You have natural divine power and talent, strong fist strength and strong piercing power. This is the realm of a bone refining martial artist. You are pretending to be a membrane refining warrior. You are in the position of a planner,"

"It's so much nonsense," Yang Qifeng didn't answer at all. He didn't have the style of talking nonsense in the battle. Pan Chang was just delaying time. His punch was not so easy to answer. Pan Chang was already in paralysis and hit Pan Chang's chest with one step forward. Pan Chang had no room to dodge at all.

At this moment, there were countless broken ribs in the chest. The broken ribs were directly inserted into the internal organs. Blood was sprayed out along Pan Chang's mouth, and the chest was sunken and the internal organs were accumulated. Pan Chang's eyes filled with figure dimmed, and he was already dead.

Yang Qifeng, who has the talent of divine power, is in the same realm as Pan Chang. The battle between the two was not delayed at all. He was directly crushed by Yang Qifeng and was directly beaten to death with both punches.

All this happened very quickly. Pan Xing was still in front of Yang Qifeng. He had just crossed half of the distance. At this moment, he suddenly stopped his behavior. The faint smile on his face was replaced by horror. Pan Chang was different from him. Pan Chang had been breaking through to become a martial artist for seven or eight years. Now he is in his prime in his thirties. He is at his peak. Although he is a martial artist, if he fights with Pan Chang, he will only be able to delay for a while and will definitely lose in the end.

But such an old martial artist died in Yang Qifeng's hands in two punches. He gave up the possibility of killing Yang Qifeng. While his face showed horror, he also felt happy in his heart. As long as he could escape, he returned to Panjiazhuang's high-profile Pan Feng. Then what he said was no longer a false statement. A martial artist with natural divine power was still pretending to be a membrane refining warrior. He was not planning the position of the head of the family?

He was a cold-hearted person and had forgotten Pan Chang behind his head. He even had the idea of ​​Pan Chang's death. Only when Pan Chang died could he confirm Pan Feng's evidence. He thought clearly about how to do it when he returned to Panjiazhuang. He thought clearly that it was him and Pan Chang hunting. Pan Feng suddenly attacked and Pan Chang died in battle to cover him.

He was decisive and watched Pan Xing run away directly, not Gu Pan Chang's life or death, and saving his life first. Such a cold nature destined to be able to live well in the future. If he could change his jealousy, he would live more comfortably.

As Yang Qifeng waved his hand, Pan Chang's body had been put away by him and stored in the space. He could not let go of the living, but could easily do the dead.

He chased Pan Xing with big strides. Compared with Pan Chang, this Pan Xing was not a little bit worse. Yang Qifeng was the first to kill Pan Chang because after he escaped, Yang Qifeng might not have been able to catch up. He started entering the mountain since he was a teenager. Pan Chang, who has been in nearly twenty years of mountain forest experience for more than ten years, has too many ways to avoid and block Yang Qifeng.

Bang, staggered, Pan Xing fell to the ground by himself, and there were bushes under his feet. He ran hard. If he was in the daytime, it would be fine. The key was that something was easy to get into the night. When he fell on the ground, he jumped up and continued to escape. However, how could Yang Qifeng give him time? Yang Qifeng successfully took advantage of the opportunity of Pan Xing's fall and came to Pan Xing's front. A trembled in his hand, a silver-white light flashed, and a three-foot long sword directly penetrated into Pan Xing's chest.

"No, no, no, no,"

"You can't kill me. You are my father's apprentice. If you kill me, my father will not let you go. If you let me go, I will listen to you in the future. I will give it to you by the head of the family."

"You don't need to let you go," Yang Qifeng twisted his sword hard, and the powerful force directly shattered Pershing's internal organs, and he could not say anything begging for mercy.
Chapter completed!