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Shi Feng smiled. Of course, he couldn't see through the teleportation, but he had practiced the art of the spirit for many years and was very sensitive to the subtle sense of spiritual energy.

He Dong was also unable to send and receive freely. He was caught by Shi Feng at the moment of flashing, and the sneak attack failed.

As for close combat, He Dong's flying crane hand may not be inferior to the flying flower fist, but Shi Feng has practiced the Arhat Zen Jue in Baiyun Temple for forty years, and his physical body is strong, far superior to He Dong.

The two fought fast and hard. After more than a dozen moves, He Dong only felt his arms numb and was completely at a disadvantage.

He was horrified, and with a teleportation, he retreated seven or eight feet and looked at Shi Feng, "What kind of kung fu is this?"

While talking, he used his luck to relieve the numbness in his arms.

Shi Feng did not take the opportunity to counterattack, but clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your advice, Uncle He. I have something else to deal with, so I'll take my leave now."

He Dong unsheathed his sword with a clang, "Good thief, your boxing skills just now are indeed magical powers of the devil, now you have nothing to say!"

As he spoke, the dragon scale sword had already slashed down in midair.

The Horned Demon Dragon was furious, "This guy is really shameless! Don't waste your time. Let me out and swallow him in one bite."

Shi Feng shook his head and dodged the sword. Although he didn't like He Dong, there was no life-and-death hatred between them. It was just that He Dong was obsessed with Qin Bing, and he was jealous and took his anger out on himself.

In addition, Taiji Sect was fighting with the Demon Puppet Sect. He Dong advanced to the Golden Core, which was also a great force in the sect. If Shi Feng combined the power of the Horned Demon Dragon to kill He Dong, wouldn't it be a pain for his relatives and a joy for his enemies!

In the tortoise bone, Qin Bing saw the situation outside through the spiritual magic circle, "So Senior Brother He has also advanced to the Golden Core stage. Then you are no match for him. Let me explain things to him to avoid him, he always misunderstands..."

Shi Feng smiled, "Although he has advanced to the Golden Core stage, I am not afraid of him. You should focus on regulating your breath and don't worry about other things."

He Dong's dragon scale sword flew into the air and turned into a red dragon about ten feet long. It twisted its body and pounced down. Every time it pounced, it brought a scorching heat, and at the same time, a dragon roar pierced people's eardrums.

Shi Feng stepped on the flying sword and soared into the air. He waved his sleeves, and the Sun-covering Sword, the Yuenu Sword, the Kunwei Sword, and the Soul-destroying Sword flew out one after another, forming a four-door sword formation.

The two of them each controlled a sword and fought in one place.

After watching for a long time, the white fox said, "I have heard that there is a sword technique in the Fentian Peak of Taiji Sect, called Longyin. Is it this?"

"Master Hu, you are really knowledgeable. This is the Longyin sword technique.

Usually, sword techniques are just moves such as chopping, slicing, stabbing, tapping, wiping, lifting, hanging, and collapsing, but the Longyin sword technique turns the sword into a red dragon, like a living thing, and adds twisting, entanglement, rolling, sweeping and other movements.

The red dragon's body swings, and the moves are more confusing. In addition, every attack of the red dragon makes a sharp whistle. It is also quite rare to have a sound wave attack in the sword technique."

The white fox said lightly, "Although the sword technique is good, it also depends on the attainments of the swordsman. As for the sound wave attack, it is completely redundant."

He was right. During the trip to Shuzhong, Shi Feng sneaked up on the demon lion Tiesuo, but was almost killed by the other party who used the Thousand Souls Pearl to perform the "Ten Thousand Souls Killing Soul Technique".

After this battle, Bai Hu felt that although Shi Feng's spiritual consciousness was strong, he had no idea how to use it, so he began to focus on teaching Shi Feng some methods of spiritual consciousness defense.

After forty years of diligent practice in Baiyun Temple, Shi Feng's spiritual consciousness defense was greatly strengthened, and the whistling sound of the Dragon Roar Sword Technique could not cause any damage to him at all.

As for the sword technique, Shi Feng pointed with two fingers, and the four sword techniques were used, either one move or half a move. The four swords surrounded Shi Feng, flying up and down, faintly connected into circles.

At this moment, Shi Feng was apparently performing the four-door sword formation, but he was actually using the first sword of the Taichu Sword Intention. He only defended and did not attack, thinking that after dozens of moves, He Dong would retreat.

The two people's figures intertwined left and right, up and down in the air, and the sword energy was crisscrossed. Unknowingly, sixty or seventy moves had passed.

He Dong urged the red dragon, and the sword energy he drew formed a sword net, pressing step by step, and the surrounding air was already hot.

However, Shi Feng's four swords were so strong that no matter how hard the red dragon rushed in, it could not break in.

He Dong's heart was filled with shock. Although his realm has not been consolidated yet, his magic power has doubled after forming the elixir. How could he not defeat a junior who has established his foundation?

Isn't this person a waste of the sect? How can he have such powerful magic power?

He was thinking wildly, but Shi Feng was a little impatient, thinking to himself: How can this person be so shameless! Must he win?

Seeing the east gradually brighten, Shi Feng was in a hurry to rush to the Huanglong Desert, how could he have time to entangle with the other party. Forget it, forget it, I can't afford to provoke you, I'll hide!

Shi Feng made a feint and turned around and left. "Want to leave?" He Dong shouted, and stepped forward to chase him.

Shi Feng rode his sword and rushed, looking around while running away.

He was very familiar with the terrain around Shigu Mountain. He went west all the way. There was a dense forest with towering trees, many beasts, especially many demon tigers. The locals called it "Tiger Forest".

Shi Feng was certainly not afraid of tigers. He just wanted to get into the dense forest and take advantage of the fact that there were many trees and the light was dim, so he could avoid being tracked, and then hide in the rocks, so that He Dong would never find him again.

A journey of more than 30 miles was just a moment for a cultivator flying on a sword.

A dark forest appeared in front of him, stretching for dozens of miles.

When He Dong knew that Qin Bing might give the soul magic weapon to Shi Feng, he was jealous and had the intention to kill him.

Shi Feng's feet sank and he rushed into the dense forest. "Where are you going!" He Dong urged his strength in his dantian, and the qi spit out slightly, and the white light on his sleeves flashed and disappeared. Shi Feng suddenly felt the air flow turning, and a sharp gust of wind pierced in.

"Not good!" Shi Feng cried secretly. He had no time to dodge, so he could only try his best to turn sideways, and felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder, which had been ambushed.

Shi Feng had been wearing a seven-armor animal coat inside, which was woven with the skin of a cold dragon. This was the first time that it was pierced by a magic weapon.

Shi Feng was afraid that the hidden weapon was poisonous, so he hurriedly pressed the "Tianzong" and "Quheng" acupuncture points and grabbed the hidden weapon.

This was a two-inch long steel needle, which was not poisonous, but it was like a living thing, twisting and struggling in his hand. However, Shi Feng's two fingers were like iron clamps, and the steel needle could not get rid of it.

"Youxin needle? Uncle He, you actually used such a vicious hidden weapon on your fellow disciples?" Shi Feng's eyes widened and glared at He Dong.

He Dong was shocked and angry. He was shocked because the "Youxin Needle" was a strange hidden weapon, extremely sharp, and after piercing the skin, it would follow the blood vessels and pierce the heart veins. It was one of He Dong's trump cards! However, the Youxin Needle clearly pierced the opponent, so how come this guy was fine?

He was angry because Shi Feng put the Youxin Needle into his pocket while talking, and he lost a rare secret treasure.

He didn't know that Shi Feng was wearing a treasure armor. In addition, he practiced the nameless body refining technique and the Arhat Zen Jue. The Youxin Needle barely broke the treasure armor, but it couldn't completely penetrate the skin. Since it couldn't enter the blood vessels, it naturally couldn't swim to attack the heart veins.

"Fellow sect member? You defected to the Demon Puppet Sect and betrayed the sect, and you still have the nerve to say you are a fellow sect member!"

Shi Feng could no longer bear it and shouted, "He Dong! Because of some trivial matters, you have been accusing me of being a spy of the Demon Dao. In this case, let's return to the sect together, meet the head and the elders, and ask them to judge."

He Dong grinned, "Return to the sect, yes! If you put down your weapons and surrender, I will take you back."

Shi Feng laughed in anger, "Surrender? Do you think I am a fool?"

"Then I have to do it myself and clean up the sect!"

The two had fought before, and He Dong knew that the Dragon Roar Sword Technique could not do anything to the other party. He gritted his teeth, held the Dragon Scale Sword in his hand, and swung his right arm violently, spewing out a sword energy.

He used the unique skill "Yan Shang Sword Qi" that his master had recently taught him.

However, what He Dong didn't know was that Shi Feng had learned Yan Shang Sword Qi decades ago.

It would be fine if he used other sword techniques, but he used a sword technique that Shi Feng was familiar with.

"What a familiar move!" Shi Feng sneered in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, a pitch-black long sword flew out of the bag and stood in front of him.

He Dong saw that the opponent's sword was not good-looking and was as light as an autumn leaf, so he didn't care at all. He just cut the opponent and the sword into two pieces with one move, so he added two points of strength in his hand, and the sword energy rushed over.

"Break!" Shi Feng pointed with his index and middle fingers of his right hand, and the black sword was like a sharp scissors cutting through clothes and silk, tearing the sword energy.

"How is it possible!" He Dong screamed.

Before he could come to his senses, the black sword had broken through the air and chopped it. This time it was no longer as light as a fallen leaf, but the sound of the wind was dull and the momentum was like a mountain pressing down on the top.

He Dong wanted to teleport but it was too late, and the Dragon Scale Sword rushed up in a hurry.

"Crack" the two swords intersected, and the Dragon Scale Sword broke into two pieces.

He Dong retreated three feet, his eyes showing panic, "What kind of sword is this?"

His Dragon Scale Sword was a quasi-magic flying sword, but it was easily cut off by this black sword, and it made his wrist numb, and he couldn't even hold the hilt, and the broken sword flew out of his hand.

The two of them were fighting in the sky above the Tiger Forest, but they didn't know that at some point, a figure appeared in the dense forest. He was wrapped in black clothes, even his eyes were not exposed, and he was motionless, no different from the surrounding tree trunks. If you don't get close, you can't tell that this is a person.

The man raised his head slightly, as if he was watching Shi Feng and He Dong fighting.