Seeing Zhao Feng draw his bow and shoot an arrow, the man in gray robe had a trace of ridicule on his lips.

Whoosh whoosh——

However, when the three sharp arrows rushed towards his eyes, his expression suddenly changed.

The order of those three poisonous arrows was slightly wrong, but in a wonderful way, they blocked the route he was going to take.

Pop!

The gray-robed man waved his sleeves and with a strong wind, he knocked out the first arrow.

But then, the second arrow whizzed over.

If he wanted to dodge the second arrow and flank Zhao Feng with the best route, he had to face the third arrow.

The gliding trajectories of the three arrows seemed to determine his route.

"How did he do that……"

The gray-robed man's pupils shrank, and there was a trace of horror on his face.

If all this was planned by Zhao Feng, that would be terrible.

You know, the other person is just a boy under the age of fourteen.

He didn't know that Zhao Feng's left eye had long locked onto him, including his breathing, heartbeat, and changes in qi and blood.

Zhao Feng judged the direction of the attack based on the details of the opponent's body and changes in Qi and blood.

Everything was as he expected, the three arrows successfully blocked the man in gray robe for several breaths of time.

"It's useless, you can't escape death today."

The voice of the man in gray robe was cold and emotionless.

However, Zhao Feng's next performance surprised him again.

After Zhao Feng shot three arrows, he did not run away, but turned around to kill the two black-clothed warriors behind him.

kill!

The two warriors in black also charged towards Zhao Feng.

Because they were facing each other, the distance between Zhao Feng and the two black-clothed warriors quickly narrowed.

"This guy is such a great calculator."

The man in gray robe felt a little uneasy.

Zhao Feng's idea of ​​​​action is the most reasonable means of escape.

First, he didn't run away.

Being pinched from both sides, his chances of escaping are very low.

At the very least, Zhao Feng was sure that the gray-robed man's speed would not be worse than his own, otherwise it would be difficult to intercept him in front of him without anyone noticing.

Second, Zhao Feng found the only breakthrough.

In comparison, Zhao Feng believed that the two warriors in black at the back were relatively weak.

If he can quickly deal with these two people and then focus on dealing with the man in gray robe, his chances of winning will increase.

Seeing Zhao Feng and two warriors in black approaching quickly.

"How can a mere half-step warrior deal with two peak fourth-level warriors?"

The man in gray robe was not in a hurry.

He doesn't need two warriors in black to kill Zhao Feng. He only needs to struggle for a moment, and when he comes over to take a turn, Zhao Feng will definitely die.

kill!

Raging Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng crossed paths with two black-clothed warriors, and his figure happened to pass through the gap between their attacks.

Suddenly, his body speed increased dramatically, and his whole body's aura changed drastically.

"No! This guy is a real warrior."

The man in gray robe who was chasing after him finally changed his color.

Zhao Feng's sudden aura reached the fourth level of martial arts.

Pop!

Zhao Feng Changhe roared like an angry dragon with a punch, accompanied by a strong light green aura, and hit one of the black-clothed warriors in the chest.

Click!

The black-clothed warrior's chest was chopped into pieces, he screamed and died on the spot.

Zhao Feng's burst of inner strength in martial arts even reached the fourth level peak, and "Raging Dragon Fist" showed its full power.

Killed a warrior in black with one punch.

This is not only the underestimation of the black-clothed warrior, but also Zhao Feng's original strength and the calculation of his left eye.

"younger brother!"

Another warrior in black had red eyes and was roaring with rage.

Raging Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng did not dare to neglect and killed another warrior in black. To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.

"Kill my brother, and I will cut you into pieces with a thousand knives."

The warrior in black wielded the long sword in his hand, unleashing his astonishing martial arts energy and killing Zhao Feng crazily.

Due to Zhao Feng's cultivation, his strength was exposed, and the opponent tried his best to kill him instantly, which greatly increased the difficulty.

"Hold him!"

The man in gray robe at the back shouted in surprise and anger.

He didn't need the warrior in black to kill Zhao Feng, he only needed him to entangle him.

It's a pity that the warrior in black completely lost his mind and attacked desperately.

Zhao Feng activated his left eye with all his strength to catch the opponent's fatal flaw.

But time is limited, and the more powerful gray-robed man behind is about to catch up.

Fight!

Zhao Feng didn't care about anything. He was as graceful as a cat and actually cut into the black-robed warrior's knife net.

Bang!

Zhao Feng narrowly won and hit the opponent's left shoulder with one punch.

"ah!"

The black-robed warrior's arm was broken, but he rushed towards Zhao Feng regardless of the injury.

Zhao Feng had no choice but to punch him again and shatter his throat.

thump!

The only remaining warrior in black fell to the ground and died.

Zhao Feng also paid a price. He was hit in the chest by the opponent before he died. The martial arts energy entered his body and he suffered some internal injuries.

After all, his "Iron Wall Technique" has not been practiced beyond the third level, so he cannot resist the full attack of a warrior of the same level.

"Junior...you hide it well. Your true strength is close to the fifth level of martial arts. But you can't escape today."

At this time, the man in gray robe flew close to him.

In the quiet primitive wild forest.

The two faced each other from a distance, and the atmosphere was strangely stagnant.

"Who sent you to kill me? Is it Zhao Tianjian?"

Zhao Feng stared at the gray-robed man closely, breathing rapidly.

At this moment, he was 80% sure that the person behind the scenes was Zhao Tianjian.

In the entire Yuyang City, the only ones who had a greater hatred against him were Zhao Tianjian and his son.

"Hahaha... No matter it is true or not, you will die."

The gray-robed man laughed evilly, and flashed forward like a ghost. The curved blade in his hand, as thin as a cicada's wing, cut through a transparent front line that did not leak mercury.

Pfft!

Zhao Feng only felt that the opponent's footwork was astonishingly mysterious and his attack speed was faster than the reaction limit of ordinary warriors.

This was him. With his left eye locked, his nerve reflexes greatly increased, and he was dodging in a dangerous situation. If it were an ordinary fourth or fifth level martial artist, he would have been killed by his hands.

The thin-winged scimitar in the hand of the man in gray robe is terrifyingly sharp. It is no ordinary sword. Even Xin Tong's "Copper Skin and Iron Body" cannot withstand it.
To be continued...