Following the carriage, a thin man covered in blood was a robe.

Feng Hu walked around his waist with his hands, and the thin and broken starlight involved in his body tied him firmly to the back of the carriage. He spared no effort to transport the remaining power to the carriage so that it could become easier within the distance he controlled.

As for arriving at the final destination...the Western Frontier Camp of the Heavenly God Plateau.

Feng Hu didn't hold much hope, but he hoped that he could give the girl in the car more chances of survival.

The blazing sword energy burst out-

The sword and knife weapon gathered out and pressed against the gold and silver horizontal sword. The cold light of the blade cut open without emotion, and the flowing light splashed everywhere. The "young man" who was no longer satisfied with fighting on the spot, but walked forward slowly.

The entire spiritual pressure in Hongshan was pressing against his shoulders.

As this step was taken, the young monster's white robe was overwhelmed, like frozen ice slags in the robe, and it was extremely shattered. The thick demonic power overflowed, suppressing the broken robe fragments, following the young monster, dragging a pale shadow.

Suddenly, the extremely long sword gathering weapon was broken one after another and exploded. The burly man in white robe had arrived in front of three little Wuliang Mountain practitioners.

The deshewn horizontal knife penetrated heavily into the ground.

Grass chips splashed and danced wildly in the sky. A whole array shattered, and countless starry lights were drowned like a vast ocean, submerging the three people who were close to each other.

The three disciples of the little Wuliang Mountain looked scarlet red, and they gritted their teeth and pushed all the spiritual pressure in the valley toward them.

The young monster groaned slightly, and the falcon on his shoulder raised his head and burst into pain.

The young monster closed his eyes.

The next moment.

The spiritual pressure is broken, and it is overwhelming.

A pair of huge eyes opened from the sky above the valley. The three disciples of the Little Wuliang Mountain were boiling in their hearts, and the lake water splashed, and the heart of the Tao was shattered.

The man with an extremely tall figure began to have a slender waist without fat, and his golden scales were spread out in an upside down.

He roared to the sky. In the next moment, a fist with golden light smashed the head of a small Wuliang Mountain practitioner, like a heavy hammer smashing a watermelon and bringing out a scoop of plasma. This disciple of the small Wuliang Mountain in the Western Region was not as uncultivated as Yingtian Mansion, but such a physical body was like paper in front of the "second-shaped" young monster, and it was really vulnerable.

After breaking through the spiritual pressure, these densely opened scales closed quickly and densely, like closing their eyes. The golden light suddenly flashed, and the spreading golden scale patterns had disappeared before they had climbed to their chests.

The young man who had returned to his normal body was no longer as terrifying as before.

He stretched out his two huge palms and pressed them on the faces of the two little Wuliangshan disciples. With great power, he stepped forward with his toes. After three or four steps, he ran on the narrow valley road.

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The sound of thunder.

It had been about a hundred feet away, but the sound of the formation shattering still came at an extremely fast speed. The mountain road in the distance trembled with a bang, and the wind fox, who had trapped himself on the back of the carriage, suddenly blurred all the scenery in front of him, like a ball of water vapor exploded.

My ears were deaf, and the whole world was silent.

Then, a figure of Kuiba was rushing back at an extremely fast speed in his pupils. He pressed the heads of two little Wuliang Mountain practitioners with both hands, spread his arms, stepped on the entire mountain road with his toes, and pressed the two heads on the stone walls on both sides. He was walking in a very fast manner.

Feng Hu's face was pale, his starlight was almost dry, and there were only so many that could feed the carriage... The third prince's treasure must have extremely powerful escape ability. Did the woman in the carriage master the talismans inside?

There was a roar outside.

The carriage was very peaceful.

Xu Qingyan, who could feel the bumps and trembling, held the talisman with one hand, and her face was solemn, trying to gather all the starlight into a little.

Let this carriage...a little faster!

Behind you is a downhill road.

Xu Qingyan looked solemnly, staring at the cruel young monster in the distance, his toes were getting faster and faster, and the distance between him and his carriage was getting closer and closer... The two heads he pressed with both hands were already covered in blood and flesh, and the cervical vertebrae were all crushed, and the white bones and thin snow had turned into powder, so he threw them away at will.

After throwing it away.

The speed of the young monster suddenly accelerated!

Feng Hu's cheeks and long hair were blown away in front of him by the strong wind. He was almost unable to open his eyes. The sharp Liming was slowly approaching. The hawk, which seemed to be leaning on the shoulders of the young monster, actually tried his best to dodge his skills. It was only at the same level as the young monster. The demonic aura burst out in his eyes and snorted. It was evasive by Feng Hu's head and tilted his head. It shot on the iron sheet of the carriage, splashing out white smoke.

One by one, one after another, the downhill began.

The distance between the two begins to approach slowly.

One hundred feet.........50 feet......... twenty feet.

Fenghu could already see the patterns of the white robe in the strong wind, and the happy expression of the young monster squinted his eyes.

Behind the big monster, there was smoke and dust everywhere.

Facing the smoke and dust in the sky, he stretched out his hand "slowly". With a loud bang, a silver light suddenly flew into his hand. The young monster's running lower body was almost a afterimage, which was difficult to see clearly. He easily turned over a knife flower in the face of the surge and strong wind, making a knife-holding action, ready to hand it out at any time.

The woman in the car finally held the talisman and gathered all the starlight to a little.

Xu Qingyan murmured: "In this way... can we burn the talisman?"

The next moment.

The young monster's pupils contracted and his expression was a little surprised.

The speed of this carriage suddenly increased dozens of times at this moment. The wind fox in front of him was tied around his waist by the rope of the starry sky, his eyes widened. He had never expected that the remaining power of this carriage would burst out so terrifyingly. The wind was like a knife, and it instantly cut seven or eight gaps into his cheeks. The blood did not overflow, but was directly pulled into thin silk at the highway, shattering into nothingness.

The wind whistles.

The distance between the two begins to pull at a speed beyond the reach of the dust.

The sound of the falcon hissing was instantly thrown away by the wind.

Twenty feet, fifty feet, one hundred feet.

The smoke and dust in the distance are still there, and it can be speculated that the big monster is still chasing.

Fenghu couldn't breathe. This high speed that could suffocate the practitioners in the future was still skyrocketing in a terrifying situation.

The smoke and dust in the distance suddenly stopped moving forward, and after a breath, it was thrown away so that it was invisible. The stone hanging in Fenghu could finally be put down. The monster could not catch up with him, and was not ready to chase him... It seemed that he had escaped from the sky and could survive.

The roads, trees and stone walls of Hongshan have become phantoms. Even if they are just a delicate blade of grass, they can become a fatal killer at this time.

Xu Qingyan held the talisman and maintained her extremely focused attention. Her back was only against the iron sheet of the car, and the tremor and bumps were hundreds or thousands of times stronger. She felt the unparalleled feeling of pushing the back in silence, which was the most intuitive experience brought by speed.

If she can practice, how far can she achieve this speed?

It’s a pity that she doesn’t have much time to think.

An extremely strange sound was like a finger that swept through the strings of the piano. It passed the sound barrier very lightly and came to the side of the carriage.

Xu Qingyan turned his head slightly.

She saw an unforgettable scene in her life.

A man with golden and black patterns on his side was staring at himself calmly.

Not only his exposed chest, but also his waist and back exposed while the white robe flies, are all filled with this ancient and mysterious golden talisman. This is the power between the bloodlines of ancient monsters... The more patterns spread, the deeper the bloodline was dug by him.

The young monster's eyes were indifferent and calm. Through the first floor of the car, the third prince's secret technique still blocked his sight, but he seemed to have guessed what was inside...

The great monster's expression was like a god in the sky, treating all living beings like grass.

Feng Hu couldn't believe it. It was not until a series of sonic booms exploded on one side of his cheek that he accepted this fact... The big monster who gave up chasing activated his blood power on the spot.

So he caught up.

This man's face, which was flush with the side of the car, stayed for a moment and left.

The next moment.

Xu Qingyan felt that the front of the carriage was slightly stuck.

The young monster who stepped on the ground with his feet and his hands against the front of the carriage had a hoarse roar in his throat. A vein burst out on his forehead. The speed of the carriage was still increasing, but the speed of the carriage was getting slower and slower.

Cold sweat oozed out of Xu Qingyan's forehead.

She stared at the front in disbelief.

With his own strength, he tried to stop the big monster who was storming the carriage. The golden black lines on his body completely evolved. He put his hands on his palms and his elbows kept moving backwards. His whole body was burly and powerful. The earth was stomped on the heels and accumulated, but the big monster's feet were never off the ground and never slipped.

Countless star lights are burning, and the burning speed is accelerating.

However, the speed of the carriage is getting slower and slower.

Until the end, the hot white smoke rose between the young monster's palm, and the earth and stones built half of the waist, and finally stopped flying.

The young monster looked indifferent, and one hand pressed on the carriage. While sliding slowly, the other hand held the scabbard with the other hand.

Draw the knife and unsheathed.

A long and narrow blade pierced through the iron wall of the copper wall, rubbed the side of the girl's cheek, and pierced the soap yarn of the hat.

Then pierce through the entire carriage and pass through Fenghu's chest.

Xu Qingyan's face was pale, and the blade slowly pulled out against his cheek.

The hot talisman in her palm was almost annihilated... The starlight was gone, and there was no more substance to burn.

The young monster looked calm, and the ancient patterns on his body slowly faded.

He stopped "this batch of goods".

The golden and black color in his pupils slowly faded away. He looked back and saw a bottomless cliff behind him. A grain of gravel shook and there was no sound after falling.
Chapter completed!