Lord God Xiaoyao

　　 Moonlight and thin stars, silent!

　　 A crossbow arrow pierced the night sky and shot out toward the place where the sound originated. After Yang Qifeng shot the crossbow arrow himself, he turned around and sprinted decisively.

He didn’t report too much hope for his crossbow arrow attack. The night is the best cover. Just judging the position from the sound, probably the position has a spectrum in his mind, but if he wants to be accurate, he has no such ability, this crossbow arrow attack Just cover him to escape.

　　 "Don't let him run away," Pershing's voice was louder and full of air. He was not hit by the crossbow bolt at all.

Pan Chang moved swiftly. He chased Yang Qifeng's figure. The two were not far apart one after another. Just now when Yang Qifeng was talking with Pershing, Pan Chang did not stay quietly by the side. He was trying. As he approached Yang Qifeng, he moved slowly and softly, and with the help of Pershing to attract attention, he managed to close a lot of distance.

"He can't run." Pan Chang rushed to Yang Qifeng between several jumps. He was quicker, like a lone wolf. He was very experienced in running away in the forest. Above Yang Qifeng, this is not a flat ground flight, as long as anyone is fast, the mountains and forests are densely branched, the ground is full of weeds, and there are many kinds of bushes. If you don't pay attention, you will fall to the ground.

Pan, who is proficient in archery, often goes hunting in the mountains. How can his experience in the mountains be comparable to that of Yang Qifeng. He can't run away at all, and Yang Qifeng didn't plan to run from start to finish. He tried this, It was precisely to lead Pan Chang to come up, and when he saw Pan Chang come in front of him, he suddenly turned around, gathered his five fingers into a fist, and shot a tiger demon down the mountain. The momentum was astonishing, as if a tiger descending down the mountain. Having gathered in Panjiazhuang, this type of tiger demon going down the mountain is his strongest attack.

If you don’t move, it’s a thunderous blow. A fist tears the air, and the vigor is roaring like a tiger roaring. Pan Chang has his body like a bow, a fist like an arrow, straight out, his body is like a bow, and his fists like an arrow. Pan Chang is not an easy generation to be a bone-refining martial artist.

　　 The two fists intersected, the surging strength diverged, and a clear sound rang, Yang Qifeng's body was motionless like a mountain, and Pan Chang stepped back three or four steps, his arm was already bent and he was already fractured.

　　 "Innate supernatural power," Pan Chang lost his voice.

There is no such thing as a talented person with natural divine power. Everyone who does not practice can be comparable to a martial artist. Of course, only his strength is comparable to a martial artist. Other aspects such as speed and resistance are not as good as a martial artist. After starting to practice, there is no need to be in the same realm as the martial artist, even one lower realm can win.

　　 "Pan Feng, your mind is really unpredictable, you have a natural talent for supernatural power, full of punching toughness, and strong penetrating power. This is the realm of a bone-refining warrior. You even pretend to be a film-refining warrior. You are trying to be the master of the house.

"There's a lot of nonsense," Yang Qifeng didn't answer at all. He didn't have the style of talking nonsense in battle. This Pan Chang tells nonsense, but it is delaying time. How can his punch be so easy to receive, Pan Chang has fallen into paralysis. In the middle, stepped forward and hit Pan Chang's chest with one punch. Pan Chang didn't have much room to evade.

I don’t know how many ribs in the chest were broken at this moment. The broken ribs were directly inserted into the internal organs. The blood spewed out along Pan Chang’s mouth, and the chest was sunken down to accumulate the internal organs. Pan Chang was full of body. His eyes dimmed, he was dead.

　　 Yang Qifeng, who has the gift of divine power, was in the same realm as Pan Chang. There was no delay in the battle between the two. They were directly crushed by Yang Qifeng, and he was directly killed by two punches.

All this happened extremely quickly. Pershing had not yet arrived in front of Yang Qifeng. He had just crossed half the distance. At this moment, he suddenly stopped his walking, and the faint smile on his face was replaced by horror. Pan Chang and him But it’s different. It’s been seven or eight years for Pan Chang to break through to become a martial artist. Now he is in his mid-thirties and is at his peak. Although he is a martial artist, if he fights with Pan Chang, he can only delay the end for a while. Certainly defeated.

But such a veteran martial artist finally died in Yang Qifeng's hands with two punches. He directly gave up the possibility of killing Yang Qifeng. While his face was horrified, he was also happy in his heart, running away, as long as he could escape. Going back to Pan Jiazhuang in the high-ranking Pan Feng, then what he said above is no longer a lie. A martial artist with natural divine power is still pretending to be a warrior. Isn't he plotting the position of Patriarch?

He has a weak nature and has forgotten Pan Chang to the back of his head. He even gave birth to the good idea of ​​Pan Chang's death. Only when Pan Chang died can he take the evidence of Pan Feng's crimes. He considers what to do when he returns to Panjiazhuang. He knew that he and Pan Chang were hunting. Pan Feng suddenly attacked and Pan Chang died in battle to cover him.

He was also decisive, watching Pershing run away directly, not Gu Pan often died or alive~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Keeping his life a priority, such a thin and cool nature is destined to live well in the future, if he can change himself The jealous heart will live more moisturized.

　　 Yang Qifeng, while he waved his hand, Pan Chang's corpse had been put away by him and stored in the space. It could not be put alive, but it could be done easily if it died.

He strode towards Pershing. Compared with Pan Chang, Pershing was not a little bit worse. Yang Qifeng killed Pan Chang first because if he escaped, Yang Qifeng would not necessarily catch up. , Pan Chang, who has been in the mountains since he was a teenager, has more than ten years of experience in the mountains and forests, and has too many ways to avoid and block Yang Qifeng.

Bang, a staggering, Pershing himself fell to the ground, there are bushes under his feet, if he runs hard in the daytime, the key is that accidents are easy in the night, he fell on the ground and he threw himself Get up straight and continue to escape, but how will Yang Qifeng give him time? Yang Qifeng successfully took advantage of Pershing's chance to fall and came to Pershing's body. His hand flicked, silver-white light flashed, and a handle three feet. The long sword was inserted directly into Pershing's chest.

　　 "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. You let me go. I will listen to you in the future, and I will let you, the master."

　　 "You don't need to let it," Yang Qifeng twisted the long sword vigorously, and the tyrannical force directly shattered Pershing's internal organs, and the words for mercy could not be said.

Yang Qifeng looked at Pershing’s corpse. He also received it in the space, and then began to deal with the battlefield. Pershing resolved it. His inborn martial artist's pinnacle Laozi is a trouble, but he is now only a smelting warrior. He was able to kill two martial artists.