"Brother Dao, you are just a mere Nascent Soul cultivation level. Remember to be low-key, otherwise it will cause death." For fear that you will not be able to convince Jiang Feng, Wu Yingxiong said hurriedly again.

Jiang Feng was unmoved to Wu Yingxiong's words.

He took the blame for no reason. Although he had an inseparable relationship with Wu Yingxiong, the most important reason was that someone was pretending to be him.

This situation happened very suddenly, so Jiang Feng naturally wanted to find out and see with his own eyes what was going on.

Although he did not use the bloodthirsty sword to drive the sword across the sky, Jiang Feng's speed was still amazingly fast, and he instantly left Wu Yingxiong far behind.

"Brother Dao, are you afraid of your life?" Wu Yingxiong screamed, stamped his feet, ran wildly, and chased Jiang Feng in the direction where Jiang Feng disappeared.

Deep in the dense forest, a figure was walking with a sword, not a sword-controlling technique, but a sword, which was sacrificed and refined into a flying magic weapon.

The man stepped on the sword with his feet and controlled the sword across the sky, with extremely fast speed, shuttled through the dense forest.

Behind them, figures flickered, making a harsh sound of breaking through the air, and they were chasing forward quickly.

"Jiang Feng, I'll give you a chance, surrender and leave your entire body." One person said.

"I want to kill me Jiang Feng? Are you all right? They are all useless people, I, Jiang Feng, slashed it with one sword." The man who was walking forward with a sword said coldly.

"Arrogant!" Someone shouted, was angry, and used his flying magic weapon to rush up the air.

"Clam!"

A sword light pierced through the void, and turned into a bloody sky. As soon as the man sacrificed his flying magic weapon, he was cut off his head by a sword and fell from mid-air.

"I, Jiang Feng, have always been arrogant. You are just an ant, and you are not worthy of carrying shoes to me." The man, Yin Ji, said, extremely domineering, with a domineering aura that looks down on cultivators in the world.

"Jiang Feng, you are too naive. Do you think this will shock us? Little do you know that you are sending yourself to a dead end and you will definitely die today." Someone said viciously.

Changle Sect issued a sect hunting order. Although most people were attracted by the dragon treasure and had no mentality, that was just because they didn't want to waste time looking for Jiang Feng, and they were not uninterested.

Without searching, Jiang Feng appeared automatically, which naturally made many monks tempted him. They pursued him hard, wanting to kill Jiang Feng.

"Is that so? I said, it's up to you?" The man laughed loudly, and he said, "I, Jiang Feng, are known as the peerless sword cultivator, and are invincible in the world. Even if the powerful man in the realm of Transformation of God appears, he will be slashed with one sword!"

Many cultivators who were pursuing were shocked by the man's arrogant behavior. They were really arrogant and said that they were just a peerless sword cultivator, but they didn't even take the strong man in the realm of God Transformation to heart.

They were all so angry that they were itchy and their speed was speeding up, trying to intercept them.

"Personal Sword Cultivator?" Jiang Feng whispered at the sound.

At this time, he was hiding among the monks. When he looked up, he could clearly see the figure in the air. The man had a cold face and a cold breath, and released blood light.

The saying of peerless sword cultivator was spread from Luoying City. At that time, Jiang Feng and Lin Zhenwei fought, shocking the world, and some people gave Jiang Feng such an evaluation.

This is undoubtedly the highest praise, and Jiang Feng is also very clear that with his current cultivation level, he cannot bear this praise.

However, the four words "peerless sword cultivator" came out of the cold man's mouth. How could Jiang Feng not be surprised? It seemed that the man had some understanding of him.

In this way, the man pretended to be him was not as simple as a whim, but had a purpose and intention.

"What is your purpose? What is your intention?" Jiang Feng said coldly.

Things have developed to this point, and it is no longer as simple as taking the blame. This cold man has no scruples and makes enemies everywhere for him. He is arrogant and domineering, without any scruples, and crazy about hatred.

If this cold man was killed on the spot under the pursuit of many monks, it would be fine if he had finished all the money. Afterwards, the monks would naturally discover the truth.

But if the man was not dead and escaped by chance, then if he took such a blame, he would jump into the Yellow River and would be unable to clean up.

Such behavior instantly angered Jiang Feng completely.

"Jiang Feng, you are so angry that I will call you, and there is no place to die." Someone said gritting his teeth, and he was crazy about hatred!

If at the beginning, a group of monks chased and each had their own ulterior motives, then after the cold man said such words, they became unprecedentedly united indignation.

"You are the ones who die without a burial place." The cold man said, holding his sword in the air, unrestrained, laughing, angrily and scolding, chatting and laughing without any fear.

After about a cup of tea, the cold man jumped down and appeared on a mountain. He put his hands behind him, stood proudly, waiting for the monks to chase after him.

"Jiang Feng, if you keep running away, I will have some trouble when I want to kill you, but I don't know how to live or die and stop." Someone said with a grim voice, his face full of ferociousness.

"You are the same as an ant in my eyes," said the cold man leisurely, and said again, "The reason why I stopped is to give you a chance to be punished."

As he spoke, the cold man stretched out his hand and said, "Who wants to die? Come here and make you happy immediately."

"ah--"

Someone was screaming and furious. Almost as the words of the cold man fell, two figures suddenly stepped forward and launched an attack.

They have been waiting for the opportunity to take action. Now that the great opportunity has come, how can they be polite and take action immediately and use the strongest means.

The cold man stood still and did not intend to avoid the sharp edge. He sacrificed his sword and slashed two swords in his hand, slashing straight down. The strong smell of blood filled the void, making people feel terrified.

This way of drawing a sword is not special, but such a bloody smell makes some monks' scalp numb, and they must be innumerable blood, which will give them such a domineering aura.

"I, Jiang Feng, once killed ten thousand people. Today, when you take the initiative to send a big head, you will sacrifice swords to me Jiang Feng one by one." As expected, the cold man spoke.

In a blink of an eye, the two monks who took action had several collisions with the cold man. Under the cover of the sword light, the two of them became invisible. In the end, without any suspense, they were sealed with a sword!

"Ants are ants. As ants, they have no idea of ​​themselves and are destined to be the target of my Jiang Feng sacrifice to the sword." The cold man said wildly.

"Jiang Feng, you are just a mere Nascent Soul cultivation level, and you dare to speak so loudly. Do you really think that you are invincible in the world?" A voice sounded and a man walked out.

It was a middle-aged man who had dealt with Wu Yingxiong before and threatened him. His breath was cold and fierce, forming a terrifying spiritual pressure, which made many monks with slightly lower cultivators tremble in their hearts.

The cold man looked over coldly, fearlessly, and said loudly: "I, Jiang Feng, are in the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivation, but it is more than enough to kill you with one sword."

"Dog courage!" The middle-aged man's face turned black and he went forward to fight the cold man, but soon, the middle-aged man's back sweated coldly.

This cold man's swordsmanship is extremely extraordinary. It can be said that it goes beyond the shackles of ordinary swordsmanship and has a tendency to walk out of his own path.

As a cultivator in the late stage of Nascent Soul, he was powerful, but in a very short period of time, he was suppressed, retreated step by step, and almost injured.

"What a monster, no wonder he is so arrogant." The middle-aged man thought to himself.

"This person's sword technique?" Jiang Feng looked at him with a little surprise.

The cold man takes a sword as violent as his own personality, but it clearly contains a powerful will to swordsmanship, and that is not the will of the swordsmanship itself, but the will of this cold man is dominating.

"Take a sword path of your own?" Jiang Feng said to himself.

Any powerful sword cultivator who practices swords in the end must be able to go beyond the shackles of the original sword technique to become stronger and stronger.

But this is not an easy task. If you are not careful, you will lose your martial arts and the gains will not be worth the loss.

Therefore, there are not only adventurers, but they are absolutely not considered too many.

The reason why Jiang Feng took this path of swordsmanship is that his experience was particularly mysterious. There is no doubt that this cold man had complete and systematic sword cultivation techniques. Even if he did not take this path, his swordsmanship was still enough to crush the cultivators of the same realm.

"Is this the reason why you pretended to be me?" Jiang Feng said.

The cold man kept saying that it was a sword sacrifice, which was not a joke or a slogan. Instead, he did have such a plan. He borrowed Jiang Feng's name to plot against all these monks.

"In the name of me, Jiang Feng, you have any questions about your sword path?" Jiang Feng said coldly.

The purpose and intention of the cold man are clearly visible here. He is ambitious. If it weren't for the blame, Jiang Feng would have appreciated this person quite well.

However, how could Jiang Feng tolerate such behaviors that impersonated him and led to him becoming the target of public criticism? At this moment, the cold man was sentenced to death by Jiang Feng.

"Boom..."

The dazzling and cold sword light tore through the void and slashed straight down. The middle-aged man splattered blood and retreated in embarrassment, his face turned pale. Without hesitation, he just fled and did not dare to fight again.

"Haha..." The cold man laughed again, swept his eyes around and said, "Who else, come and fight me!"

The monks looked at the cold man, and they all felt itchy with hatred, but after all, they had a little more concern. Even the middle-aged man was no match for this person. Even if they were angry, they had to be afraid of it.

"Everyone will take action together and kill him!" But someone suggested.

One word came out and the group responded.

"kill!"

"Kill him!"

The monks were restless, and several figures rushed out of the air with great understanding, and rushed towards the cold man...
Chapter completed!