Chapter 32: Chasing Life and Death

Seeing Zhao Feng pulling the bow and shooting arrows, the gray-robed man sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Whoosh whoosh—

However, when the three sharp arrows rushed towards him, his expression suddenly changed.

Those three poisonous arrows were slightly wrong in order, but in a wonderful way, they blocked the route he was going to attack.

puff!

The grey-robed man waved his sleeves, accompanied by a strong wind, throwing off the first arrow.

But then, the second arrow roared.

If he wanted to dodge the second arrow and attack Zhao Feng with the best route, he had to face the third arrow.

The gliding trajectory of the three arrows seems to have determined his route.

"How did he do that……"

The gray-robed man's pupils shrank, and a trace of horror appeared on his face.

If all this was calculated by Zhao Feng, it would be too terrifying.

You know, the other party is just a boy less than fourteen years old.

He didn't know that Zhao Feng's left eye had already locked him, including the changes in his breathing, heartbeat, and blood.

Zhao Feng judged the position of the shot based on the details of the opponent's body and the changes in qi and blood.

Everything was as he expected, and the three arrows successfully blocked the gray-robed man for a few breaths of time.

"It's useless, you can't escape death today."

The gray-robed man's voice was indifferent and without a trace of emotion.

However, Zhao Feng's next performance once again surprised him.

After Zhao Feng fired three arrows, he didn't run away, but turned to kill the two black-clothed warriors behind him.

kill!

The two black-clothed warriors also attacked Zhao Feng head-on.

Because they were walking opposite each other, the distance between Zhao Feng and the two black-clothed warriors quickly narrowed.

"This kid is really good at calculating."

The gray-robed man felt a little uneasy.

Zhao Feng's thought of action was the most reasonable means of escape.

First, he didn't run away.

In the case of being pinched on both sides, his chances of escaping are low.

At the very least, Zhao Feng was sure that the light speed of the gray-robed man would not be worse than his own, otherwise it would be difficult to intercept him without knowing it.

Second, Zhao Feng found the only breakthrough.

In contrast, Zhao Feng believed that the two black-clothed warriors in the back were relatively weak.

If he can deal with these two people quickly, and then concentrate on dealing with the gray-robed man, his odds of winning will increase again.

Seeing Zhao Feng and the two black-clothed warriors approaching quickly.

"How can a mere half-step warrior deal with two peak fourth-level warriors?"

The gray-robed man was not in a hurry.

He doesn't need two black-clothed warriors to be able to kill Zhao Feng, he only needs to entangle for a while, and when he comes to turn, Zhao Feng will surely die.

kill!

Furious Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng staggered with the two black-clothed warriors, his figure just passing through the gap between the two's attacks.

Suddenly, his body speed increased sharply, and the breath of his whole body changed greatly.

"No! This guy is a real martial artist."

The gray-robed man who was chasing behind finally changed color.

The breath that Zhao Feng suddenly revealed reached the fourth level of martial arts.

Clap!

Zhao Feng's long, angry dragon-like punch, accompanied by a strong pale blue aura, just hit the chest of one of the black-clothed warriors.

Click!

The chest of the black-clothed warrior was smashed to pieces,

With a scream, he was killed on the spot.

Zhao Feng's internal strength of martial arts even reached the peak of the fourth level, and "Fist of the Furious Dragon" exerted the power of perfection.

With one punch, he killed a black-clothed warrior.

This is not only an underestimated enemy of the black-clothed warrior, but more of Zhao Feng's inherent strength and left-eyed calculation.

"younger brother!"

Another black-clothed warrior, with red eyes, roared furiously.

Furious Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng did not dare to neglect, he killed another black-clothed warrior, being kind to the enemy was cruel to himself.

"Kill my brother, and I'll slash you with a thousand swords."

The black-clothed warrior wielded the long sword in his hand, unleashing an astonishing amount of inner strength in the martial arts, and madly killed Zhao Feng.

Because Zhao Feng's cultivation base and strength were exposed, the opponent was desperately trying to kill him in an instant, which greatly increased the difficulty.

"Tangle him!"

The gray-robed man behind screamed in alarm.

He didn't need the black-clothed warrior to kill Zhao Feng, he only needed to entangle him.

It's a pity that the black-clothed warriors completely lost their minds and attacked desperately.

Zhao Feng fully activated his left eye to capture the fatal flaw in the opponent.

But time is limited, and the more powerful gray-robed man behind him is about to catch up.

Fight!

Zhao Feng didn't care about anything, his figure was as graceful as a cat, and he actually cut into the knife net of the black-robed warrior.

Bang Ka!

Zhao Feng won the victory by the close, and punched the opponent's left shoulder with a punch.

"what!"

The black-robed warrior's arm was broken, but he rushed towards Zhao Feng regardless of the injury.

Zhao Feng had to throw another punch, shattering his throat.

thump!

The only remaining warrior in black fell to the ground and died.

Zhao Feng also paid some price. He was hit on the chest by the opponent before he died, and his martial arts internal strength entered his body and suffered a little internal injury.

After all, his "Iron Wall Art" has not been trained to the third level or above, and he cannot resist the full-scale attack of the same-level martial artist.

"Junior... You hide so deep, your real strength is close to the fifth level of martial arts. But you can't escape today."

At this time, the gray-robed man flew forward.

In the silent wild forest.

The two faced each other from a distance, and the atmosphere was strangely stagnant.

"Who sent you to kill me? Zhao Tianjian?"

Zhao Feng stared at the gray-robed man, breathing quickly.

At this moment, he was 80% sure that the employer behind it was Zhao Tianjian.

In the entire Yuyang City, the only person who has a greater hatred with him is Zhao Tianjian and his son.

"Hahaha... Whether it is or not, you have to die."

The gray-robed man sneered, his figure flashed like a ghost, and the curved blade as thin as a cicada's wing cut through a transparent front line that was impervious to mercury.

Pfft!

Zhao Feng only felt that the opponent's footwork was mysterious and amazing, and the attack speed was faster than the reaction limit of ordinary warriors.

This is still him. With his left eye locked, his neural response has greatly increased, which is why he dodged dangerously. If you change to a martial artist of the fourth or fifth level of ordinary martial arts, I am afraid that he would have lost his life long ago.

The thin-winged machete in the gray-robed man's hand was terribly sharp, not an ordinary sword. Even Xin Tong's "Copper Skin and Iron Body" couldn't resist it.

If Zhao Feng takes a hit, his life will be explained here.

He is also trying to find the other side's flaws.

However, the gray-robed man has rich combat experience and has experienced life-and-death battles.

"Advanced swordsmanship, advanced footwork, advanced internal skills... all are in the Dacheng realm, especially the swordsmanship, which is close to the peak realm."

Zhao Feng also assessed the opponent's strength in the thrilling dodge.

In the end, it naturally made him feel cold.

The cultivation of the gray-robed man has reached the peak of the fifth level of martial arts, even close to the sixth level, and coupled with the all-encompassing high-level Dacheng martial arts, he is definitely the elite king of the fifth level of martial arts!

Moreover, during the continuous battle, Zhao Feng felt that his internal injury was fainting.

"It's better to fight so close and die, it's better..."

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed, and he came up with a plan.

Teng swish!

He abruptly withdrew from the battle circle and pushed "Piaolingdu" and "Lingdu Qi Jue" to the extreme.

In an instant, he leaped among the trees and fled to the depths of Hengyun Tianlin.

This time, due to exposing all the strength of his cultivation, Zhao Feng's speed of "Piaolingdu" was greatly increased by half.

"Where to run!"

The gray-robed man was surprised, but he didn't fall behind, like a ghost, chasing after him every now and then.

After running for a few miles, Zhao Feng felt a little relieved.

Relying on the advantage of the cultivation base, the opponent cultivated high-level movement techniques, reaching the realm of Dacheng or above, but the speed was basically the same as his own.

As Zhao Feng fled, he opened his left eye to analyze the route and how to create more obstacles for the opponent.

Since his left eye can see farther, Zhao Feng is like a duck in the sky in the Hengyun Tianlin, all the way unobstructed.

On the other hand, the man in gray robe was sometimes affected by some obstacles, and burst out with an internal energy, which shook the branches, leaves, weeds and other things to shreds.

"Hmph, although I can't get rid of you, I can lead you to the depths of Hengyun Tianlin, and it's a big deal to die together."

Zhao Feng had a determined look on his face.

He fluttered all the way, feeling that the whole body's qi and blood became more and more smooth, and "Piaolingdu" was faintly improved.

At this time, according to Zhao Feng's plan, there were sometimes vicious beasts nearby.

roar~

The roar of the beast and the powerful suffocation made the gray-robed man shudder.

"This little beast... Damn!"

The gray-robed man gritted his teeth.

If it were some ordinary low-level beasts, the strength was comparable to the fourth and fifth levels of martial arts, and the more powerful ones reached the sixth level of martial arts.

In the face of these low-level vicious beasts, the gray-robed man thought that he could protect himself.

But if you are unlucky and encounter high-level beasts, it will be dangerous. Ordinary warriors will not even have the chance to escape.

Because of the high-level beasts, the strength can be compared with the martial arts masters, at least the level of the Zhao clan elders...

Zhao Feng's purpose was very simple, he deliberately led the gray-robed man to a place where there were many beasts.

Because of his left eye vision, Zhao Feng can predict if he is more than ten miles away.

Often when the two of them arrived, Zhao Feng instantly hid in a blind spot, and the first sight of the beast was the gray-robed man.

Roar! Roar!

Zhao Feng led the gray-robed man to the vicinity of the two "Silver-striped Blood Leopards".

These two silver-striped blood leopards, with astonishing suffocation and ferocious faces, were even bigger than the green-headed tiger king they had encountered before.

Zhao Feng estimated that the strength of the silver-striped blood leopard was comparable to the fifth level of martial arts.

Just after reaching the site, the silver-striped blood leopard was disturbed. Zhao Feng swept his body quickly, hiding among the branches and leaves of a big tree in the sky, and quickly used the "Hidden Qi Art" to restrain his breath.

"Hidden Qi Art" can completely restrain the breath, including the smell of the body, and even lower the body temperature.

Zhao Feng used this to avoid the smell of the two silver-striped blood leopards.

But the gray-robed man who chased after him suffered. He didn't have Zhao Feng's strong left eye vision.

hoohoo! call--

The two silver-striped blood leopards roared towards the gray-robed man.

"Shameless junior!"

The gray-robed man yelled in rage. He knew Zhao Feng's approximate hiding location, yet he was entangled by two silver-striped blood leopards.

The silver-striped blood leopard can leap into the sky and climb trees with astonishing speed, and its strength is comparable to the top five.

If it was one, it would be easy for the man in gray robe to deal with it, but if there were two, it would be troublesome.

Seeing the man in gray robe, killed by the silver-striped blood leopard, he was embarrassed.

"Hahaha……"

Zhao Feng hid in the gap between the trees in the sky and smiled happily.

With a mysterious left eye, his survivability in Hengyun Tianlin is far better than that of ordinary warriors.

"Hey, don't blame me for falling into a trap."

With a gloomy smile on his face, Zhao Feng took off the Yin Xuan bow on his back, put three poisonous arrows on it, and aimed it at the gray-robed man.