"Bang bang bang bang bang..." The fists intersected, Leng Fei staggered back, and blood gushed from his mouth.

"Haha..." Sun Heming laughed, extremely happy.

One punch and one punch hit the boy so hard that he couldn't get up, destroying his arrogant arrogance and pride, and then killing him again, so that he really enjoys it!

Leng Fei gritted his teeth, and blood flowed from his mouth.

"You kid, you are quite tough. You knelt down and beg for mercy. For the sake of your fellow disciples, I will spare your life." Sun Heming laughed.

Leng Fei flew backwards with a "bang" punch and ran away with the situation.

Sun Heming chased after him slowly.

It is best to avoid the sharp edge of the beast and slowly grind it to death.

This kid was seriously injured and he ran more and more seriously. Two ice cones and so many punches would definitely die.

Leng Fei runs slower and slower.

Sun Heming was not fooled. He had a deep understanding of Leng Fei's cunning and was determined to seek stability and slowly slaughter him with his own cultivation.

In addition, he also had to erase the secret notes left by Leng Fei, so as not to get Cheng Yaojin to stop him halfway. That would be annoying.

The secret notes of Baixiang Sect made him no longer doubt Leng Fei's identity.

Leng Fei screamed, "If you kill me, you must die!"

"That's also dead later than you." Sun Heming said.

Leng Fei stopped talking, but just rushed to the road with a slower speed and his face became paler.

"Surrender honestly, don't struggle in vain." Sun He shouted.

Leng Fei was as breathless as a cow, and stopped slowly.

Sun Heming stopped for a distance, looked at Leng Fei, and looked for his flaws.

Leng Fei said: "The timid guy, I really don't know how he became the master of Heming Mountain. Come on! Come on!"

He slapped his chest hard, as if he was crazy, his face was twisted and hideous, and he was obviously collapsed under the huge pressure of life and death.

Sun Heming breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, there was really no problem. This kid finally couldn't stand it. No matter how cunning he was, he still lacked experience, and he could not overcome the level of life and death.

He has seen too many such people, who are usually arrogant or versatile, but once they reach the critical moment of life and death, they will immediately become completely different.

He shouted in a deep voice: "Kneel down and spare your life, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless and cut off your head directly!"

Leng Fei screamed: "Come on, come on, my head is here, you can just cut it off to drink or use it as a chamber pot, haha! Hahaha!"

He laughed wildly to the sky.

As he smiled, the blood choked him and coughed violently.

Sun Heming's eyes burst out with cold lightning, and he waved his long sword and slashed towards Leng Fei.

"Swish!" Leng Fei seemed to wave his hand casually, and white light shot out.

"Bastard!" Sun Heming hurriedly waved his knife.

But this knife cut the slap.

Leng Fei tempted him to slash several times, and had completely understood his sword, calculated the speed of the sword, and calculated that the flying sword would be faster.

"Swish!" Another white light shot out almost at the same time.

Sun Heming leaned back desperately, lowering his body to the greatest extent, but still couldn't avoid it. The flying knife cut off his nose.

"Bang!" Sun Heming flew backwards.

He was stabbed in the chest again, as if he was hit by a siege hammer, flying five feet away, and spewing out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah--!" Sun He screamed.

He landed from the air, staring at Leng Fei like a poisonous snake.

There are only two blood holes in the nose that bleed, and they look terrifying.

Leng Fei laughed: "Sun Heming, how does it feel?"

"Okay! OK!" Sun Heming's voice squeezed out from his teeth, and there was no nostrils vibrating, making his voice particularly strange.

Leng Fei laughed: "You are really afraid of death. The twelve-level Qi training man has treasure clothes to protect his body, which is ridiculous!"

Sun Heming stopped talking and reached into his arms, trying to take out the porcelain bottle and apply medicine, but found that everything in his arms was broken and all kinds of medicines mixed together.

No matter how good the spiritual medicine is, you cannot take it after mixing it together. The medicinal properties will turn into poison.

He took out the medicine and threw it out hard, furious.

Leng Fei laughed: "Let's go!"

He turned into a shadow and flew away, leaping into the woods, with a very fast speed, and was even better than before.

The Qingniu Crashed the Sky Tu furthered, and the earth's power that came into the spring surged, making his body lighter. With a light kick, the earth's power supported him, as if a spring was installed on the soles of his feet.

He suddenly developed confidence and might be able to escape from heaven!

"Die—!" Sun Heming spit out a word gently.

This word is like an ice bead, with a cold air, blood-red eyes, and a nose turns into two blood holes.

His hair was raised and his sword was swung.

"Swish!" Leng Fei kept looking at him with his own light, avoiding the sword lightly!

He didn't pick up the treasure knife, and tried his best to urge the scented step on the moon.

Sun Heming drew a shadow, and his speed suddenly increased by a large part. In the blink of an eye, he reached behind him and a light palm floated.

"Bang!" Leng Fei activated Taiyue Soul-Suppressing Hammer.

Sun Heming took a step back, while Leng Fei accelerated.

In a simple power competition, Taiyue Soul-Suppressing Hammer can repel him.

A cold force penetrated into the body.

Leng Fei's face changed slightly, and the earth's power kept pouring in to wash away, merge, and resolve, and his internal organs were still injured.

The internal energy of the 12th floor Qi training man is pure and condensed like a knife. Even if the internal organs are tempered by the Baixiang Qi swallowing diagram, they still cannot bear it.

"Bang!" Sun Heming rushed over again like a ghost, and punched him again, Leng Fei used the Taiyue Soul-Suppressing Hammer to fight.

Sun Heming was repelled several steps and then entangled.

Leng Fei fought and retreated while urging the step of the moon floating incense, the earth's power surged in to help, which accelerated the recovery of internal injuries.

The more he exerted his feet, the faster his speed, the more violent the earth's power, the faster his injuries recovered, which was extremely mysterious.

But this mystery did not please Leng Fei, but instead he felt a little sank in his heart.

Sun Heming was already crazy and desperate, the giant elephant fist was powerful and powerful, ancient and exquisite.

"Swish!" Leng Fei shot out with a knife.

"Bang!" Sun Heming crossed his arms in front of his eyebrows and took a blow, as if he was hit by a giant hammer, flying more than ten feet away.

Leng Fei's eyes narrowed.

Sun Heming smiled bitterly.

Leng Fei listened to this sound, it looked like wood but not wood, like iron but not iron, and it was not a treasure garment. It was obviously a strange material.

Sun Heming actually tied his arm guards.

Sun Heming pounced on him again.

Leng Fei turned around and ran away, but Sun Heming obviously activated some kind of secret technique, and his speed was even better than him. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with him and punched him again.

Leng Fei knew that the flying knife was useless and drew his sword and unsheathed it.

"Ding..." Sun Heming punched the sword, and the sound of the sound of the sound continued, and the spirit snake sword trembled continuously.

Leng Fei wanted to remove the ice cone through the trembling of the sword body.

The flying dragon sword technique is exquisite, but its power is far less than that of Taiyue Soul-Suppressing Hammer. It cannot expand its power several times and cannot retreat from Sun Heming.

The sword technique could not remove its internal energy, and the internal energy like a cold cone penetrated through the internal organs again.

"Wow!" He spit out a mouthful of blood, returned the sword to the sheath, and another Taiyue soul-squeezing hammer that repelled Sun Heming.

Another cold cone penetrated the body, and the injury became worse. He turned around and ran away.

Sun Heming entangled him tightly.

Leng Fei then used stones as flying knives, and the flying stones were like locusts. Sun Heming blocked his eyebrows with his arms and advanced towards the flying stones, like crazy and crazy.

"Swish!" Sun Heming suddenly shook his hand and a silver light.

Leng Fei was always on guard, focusing on his every move, worried about the plot.

But Sun Heming seemed crazy, but was extremely calm. There was no sign of this swing of his hand, and it was obviously hard to practice.

The silver light is too fast and the distance is too close. More importantly, the lightning has been used up.
Chapter completed!