Chapter 169 Retake

Hearing Gan Ping's fierce words, Feng Xingyuan's slightly calm killing was provoked again. If the master of Yuanying's realm can already explore the way of heaven and think about the will of heaven to seek good luck and avoid evil, Feng Xingyuan, a monk who has stepped into the realm of Yuanying, can naturally feel the threat in Ganping's words. At this time, Feng Xingyuan had put away the contempt for the child in front of him. He had already touched the mysterious and Xuantian path. He vaguely felt that the desperate boy in front of him was likely to threaten his life and the future of the Iron Gate Sect. Although it was vague, Feng Xingyuan did not dare to take it lightly.

After experiencing the previous events, although Gan Ping is young and has low cultivation, his mental means have made Feng Xingyuan look sideways. First of all, with all the low cultivation of the realm of condensation, he actually took his own punch and took the opportunity to escape. What's more, under the pursuit of his own golden elixir peak monk, he used a series of means and escaped for three days and three nights in a row. If it hadn't been for his familiarity with this Zihua Fairy Mansion, he would have forced this son into a desperate situation. Maybe the spiritual stone is not good, but it is yourself.

After all, he is not as valuable as this prodigal boy. Thinking of this, Feng Xingyuan couldn't help staring at Gan Ping again. Good boy, the qualification and perseverance of such mental means, just think of the pain when swallowing a large number of elixir and using the explosive power of elixir to escape. Feng Xingyuan couldn't help fighting a chill. This son is an enemy and not a friend. He must not stay, otherwise it will become a big trouble for him to grow up.

"Well, ten years, next year's today is the anniversary of your death! When I capture you alive, then refine you and take out the real dragon blood, my two brothers will definitely become immortals. At that time, my brother will be in charge of the immortal weapons of the sect. I think that Miao Chengzong will not fight with our Tiemen sect because of you. Gan Ping heard Feng Xingyuan's words but was not moved by it. He already knew that today's things would be difficult to do well, and he had just started to think desperately. Even if you can't help the great monk at the peak of Jindan, even if he dies, you have to drag him into the water. Don't think that I'm a soft persimmon that everyone kneads. If you want to eat me, you have to have a good tooth.

"It's okay if you want me to do it, but you have to promise me something." A cold light flashed in Gan Ping's eyes and said in a low voice. Feng Xingyuan couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that Gan Ping's mouth was loose. He was also afraid that the boy would plunge into the witch's tomb under his youth. At that time, he would cry without tears. What the hell are you talking about?" Feng Xingyuan was not a fool, and he didn't agree.

"Eat me, I'd like to see how big the gap between me and the monk at the peak of Jindan is. You have to be a sensible ghost!" A faint knife shadow flashed on Gan Ping's standing index finger. Because of Gan Ping's mental command, the magic blood knife had restrained the breath of his whole body that day, which looked no different from ordinary Gangqi.

So that's it. Feng Xingyuan couldn't help laughing. It turned out that this boy still didn't give up. Since he could see that he was the monk at the peak of Jindan, the boy's vision was also good. Identifying the dark crimson knife light, Feng Xingyuan curled his lips, "Since you don't give up, I will fulfill you, but in the front, if this knife can't hurt me, you should go back with me obediently and be at my mercy." Gan Ping smiled coldly. A cloud demon fire mysterious thunder and a wisp of Binghuo Yuan Gang wrapped around the knife body. One green and one yellow light surrounded the blood-red knife light, which was extremely gorgeous and eye-catching.

Feng Xingyuan looks slightly awe-in, and this boy has been doing a lot of tricks, and he can't want to overturn the boat in the ditch. But although this boy can't detect the wonderful escape, what he is competing for now is the power of Zhenyuan's magic power. If he is the peak of his golden elixir, he will be hurt by this junior boy, won't he be laughed at? Feeling the knife light, the breath of Yuntian demon fire Xuanlei and Binghuo Yuanang made Feng Xingyuan kiss a little vigilance. Although it was more powerful, it could not hurt himself.

It's ridiculous that this Feng Xingyuan has no eyes. How can he understand the power of the magic blood knife? This magic knife is famous in Kyushu space. If it can exert all its power, it is enough to kill the master of the realm of Daluo Jinxian. At present, it is just a wisp of weak knife light. It has not reached its heyday, nor has it cast the shape of a supreme magic knife. But if you look down on it because of this, you will suffer a loss.

Seeing Feng Xingyuan's full agreement, Gan Ping sneered slightly in his heart. His own wisps of knives are still extremely weak. If he wants to kill the monk at the peak of the golden elixir, he is a fool who says that he doesn't know the depth of the sky. But if it is unprepared, it is enough to make the monks at the peak of Jindan suffer a sullen loss, especially this magic blood god knife can most devouring the monk's blood soul, which is cut by one of its knives. Even Mo Yufeng will have a slight headache, not to mention this Feng Xingyuan.

Gan Ping has now planned to die here, but he is not willing to be killed silently like this. Since he has done it, he has to be a vigorous and vigorous. You Feng Xingyuan actually wants to kill me, so you have to be prepared to withstand his own desperate blow. Although Feng Xingyuan doesn't care on the surface, he is actually secretly ready. This boy has a lot of tricks, and the number of means makes people look sideways. Feng Xingyuan is ready to stop and wave his hand, "Come on, boy, let me see what your support is."

With the cultivation gap between the two, even if Gan Ping's Xuanbing is given a piece of Xuanbing to attack Feng Xingyuan, it is difficult to hurt him at all. Because of this kind of Xuanbing, Gan Ping's cultivation can't exert its power at all, which is just a joke. Seeing that Feng Xingyuan's face did not care at all, Gan Ping was happy in his heart. The few remaining Zhenyuan magic power in his body was sent fiercely. The dark red knife wrapped around Xuantian demon fire Xuanlei and dragon pattern Binghuo Yuan Gang slowly flew up and went straight to Feng Xingyuan.

At first, it was extremely slow, but suddenly accelerated as if it had torn the space and came to Feng Xingyuan. A long black trace was left in the tail of the knife, which was the crack left by the space when the magic blood knife accelerated that day. This sudden speed and power also surprised Feng Xingyuan, and the sleeve of the robe bombarded the edge of the knife with a wave of energy. If you want to attack a disciple in the realm of condensation, you also need to use the magic treasure, and you don't have to fool around as a golden elixir monk.

The physical strength of 8,000 stones and the power of Zhenyuan waved out, and hit the knife body heavily. The strong force made the magic blood knife make a trace of mourning. The dark red knife light was also much darker, and the cloud demon fire thunder around it suddenly exploded, bringing a strong wind. However, although this Yuntian demon fire Xuanlei is known as strong, it is only among the monks of the same level, and it is not regarded as a thing in the eyes of masters such as Feng Xingyuan. Without frowning, Feng Xingyuan's hand continued to think about the knife light. Although the mysterious thunder exploded, it was difficult to resist his power, and it disappeared in an instant.

The dragon-patterned C Huoyuan, which turned into a mini dragon, suddenly became powerful and turned into a huge spark and rushed straight to the door of Feng Xingyuan. Feeling the power of the strong inline flame, Feng Xingyuan frowned slightly, and his palms shook and crushed the domineering flame through the air. Gan Ping, who was connected to the heart and god, suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale and his body was shaky, and his eyes could not stand it. Obviously, the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuanang, which was connected to his heart, was crushed, which also greatly damaged his consciousness.

Now the smooth knifemang is still thinking about Feng Xingyuan's face. Feng Xingyuan grabbed it a few times, but this knifemang wants to slip through his fingers like a slippery fish. With a cold hum, Feng Xingyuan's palm suddenly soared, grabbed the knife light in the air, and crushed the knife light. Isn't Gan Ping at the end of the crossbow at the reach of the hand?

Feng Xingyuan, who had such an idea, rushed out with a palm. He was already a little impatient. Seeing that this hateful boy had reached the state of withering, he was about to fall there. He took down this knife and could capture it directly. Therefore, most of Feng Xingyuan's mind was on Gan Ping, and he did not notice the light of the knife floating in his energy.

Although Gan Ping's face was pale, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, because he had seen that Feng Xingyuan's giant hand had touched the tail of the magic blood knife that day, and his plan had been achieved. Since you bully others, don't blame me for being fierce. After this, I see if you still have the ability to hit the realm of Yuanying in this life!