Violent Martial Soul System

"Boy, save your life!"

The old man attacked wildly in one direction, and Zhao Feng hid in a panic.

Fortunately, the soil in the underworld can cover most of the breath, and the old man cannot catch Zhao Feng all the time.

"He ran away, chase after him!"

The old man pointed in one direction and drank in a low voice.

City Lord Lengfeng immediately caught up.

The old man's projection cannot be too far away from the white ball in his hand, so he has to keep up.

At this time, in the ground.

Zhao Feng fled while vomiting blood.

"This old man is just a projection, and his strength is so powerful. Fortunately, he didn't come here, otherwise I will die!"

He secretly rejoiced in his heart, and at the same time he also understood that this projection should have a time limit, and it cannot exist forever.

As long as he hides for a while, the Lord Lengfeng will definitely be killed by him.

"Grandpa, how long can your projection last?"

On the way to kill Zhao Feng, City Lord Lengfeng couldn't help asking.

"This is the life-saving talisman I gave you, it can last for three minutes."

The old man replied.

"Then if that person doesn't die within three minutes..."

City Lord Lengfeng looked shocked.

"I'm doing something for the seventh prince now, so I can't leave, but I've got the masters coming..."

The old man said slowly.

Although the old man said so, the city lord of Lengfeng was still unsure, master, can he arrive in time?

If not, then his City Lord's Mansion might be destroyed!

"This kid killed the deputy city lord and already knows about me. He must not live."

City Lord Lengfeng continued.

The old man froze slightly and nodded: "Don't worry, I will kill him within three minutes."

The two were discussing while chasing Zhao Feng.

Occasionally Zhao Feng would be bombarded by the old man, but his injuries were quickly repaired by Undead. As long as he didn't get hit twice in a row, he wouldn't have any major problems.

Time, little by little.

The pursuit of the old man made Zhao Feng miserable.

Zhao Feng's face was solemn, and he calculated the time in his heart. The front was fine, but after a long time, he felt that the old man's attack weakened.

At this point, two minutes had passed.

"There is one minute left, I guess we can't kill him, go in that direction!"

The old man said in a low voice with regret on his face.

If he obtained the Dragon Mark Armor, then he would give the Dragon Mark Armor to his master, the Seventh Prince.

At that time, if the seven princes compete for the position of crown prince, the odds of winning will increase by at least 30%.

The prince, that is the next emperor of the Tianyan Sacred Realm, so those princes in the Tianyan Sacred Realm are fighting openly and secretly, with many factions.

"Damn it!"

City Lord Lengfeng cursed angrily, and then fled towards the direction pointed by the old man.

While following, the old man attacked the ground under his feet to see if Zhao Feng was following.

"Huh? The attack is getting farther and farther away!"

Zhao Feng, who was hiding underground, suddenly frowned, it seemed that the old man gave up chasing and killing him.

If so, then he will kill back.

Zhao Feng's plan is very simple, as long as the old man's projection disappears, then he can kill Lengfeng City Lord.

The old man seemed to have noticed something, and shouted: "I am Ye Yunyi, don't make mistakes!"

These words were obviously meant for Zhao Feng.

"Who is Ye Yunyi?"

This was Zhao Feng's first thought after hearing the words.

But it sounds like it has a lot of background.

It's a pity that Zhao Feng doesn't like this.

"Old guy, what do you think will happen if the sage finds out that you colluded with the Holy Soul Sect?"

Zhao Feng suddenly left the ground and shouted loudly.

"boom!"

The old man quickly slapped Zhao Feng, but missed Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was hit just now because he was careless, but now it is not so easy to hit him.

However, Zhao Feng's words made the old man's heart tremble.

The Holy Soul Sect is a wanted force. If it is known that they are in collusion with the Holy Soul Sect,

Then it is necessary to punish the Nine Clans.

"Boy, if you insist on courting death, then you can't blame me!"

The old man's eyes became colder and colder.

"Old guy, you have the guts to kill me!"

Zhao Feng was not afraid at all.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The old man made a move again, covered by huge palm prints, but it was always in vain.

Zhao Feng has quasi-supreme martial arts body skills, coupled with various accelerations, as long as he pays attention, he can still dodge.

Time, little by little.

"Grandpa, when will the helper arrive?"

City Lord Lengfeng asked while helping.

"Come on, don't worry!"

The old man comforted him, but his face became more and more gloomy. If the other party didn't arrive in time, then the one who died would be his grandson.

"Old guy, look at the trick!"

Zhao Feng felt that the strength of the old man was getting weaker and weaker. After gaining strength, he began to resist.

However, the target he attacked was not the phantom of the old man, but the Lord Lengfeng.

Looking at Zhao Feng's attack like a mad dog, City Lord Lengfeng had a hard time resisting it. He regretted why he used the luck he had finally condensed to attack Zhao Feng instead of using it to resist the attack.

Otherwise, he can hold on for a while longer.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The old man's attack became weaker and weaker, but Zhao Feng was still at his peak.

"No, my projection is about to disappear!"

The old man's face darkened, and he calculated the time, only ten seconds left.

If he can't kill Zhao Feng in the remaining time, and his masters don't come, then City Lord Lengfeng will be in danger.

ten seconds!

Nine seconds!

eight seconds!

For people at Zhao Feng's level, one second is actually very long. In one second, they can make dozens of shots and run tens of thousands of meters.

However, Zhao Feng's speed was astonishing, and the strength of the old man had been reduced to the point where he could not threaten Zhao Feng.

Now, trouble!

"grandfather!"

City Lord Lengfeng was about to cry.

"I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon!"

The old man comforted immediately.

Three seconds!

two seconds!

one second!

It's a pity that the master of the old man still hasn't arrived.

"Bastard, if you dare to touch him, I, Ye Yunyi, will definitely skin you!"

The old man looked up to the sky and howled.

"I'm right here, come if you have the guts!"

Zhao Feng responded loudly.

Before his words fell, the phantom of the old man gradually faded away and disappeared without a trace.

"grandfather!"

Seeing the old man disappear, City Lord Lengfeng almost cried, where is the master he promised?

Zhao Feng was wearing dragon pattern armor, and the martial arts he had learned were knives, so it was almost impossible to hurt Zhao Feng.

In addition, Zhao Feng's speed was faster than him, so he almost had to be beaten.

"City Master Lengfeng, now, you have no helper!"

Zhao Feng smiled coldly.

City Lord Lengfeng turned gloomy, turned around and ran away.

He can't do anything to Zhao Feng, but Zhao Feng shouldn't kill him so easily, so he still has a little time.

"I want to leave, but there is no way!"

Zhao Feng's eyes widened.

"Empty Slash!"

"Dragon and Tiger Break!"