Chapter 166 Escape

Gan Ping was hit and flew straight out by this strong blow. He resisted the blood that was about to spew from his throat. He reached out and grabbed the fire beside him and grabbed the palm of his hand. He did not resist the force and hit the sword light across the air. Feng Xingyuan was shocked and quickly commanded the sword light to be raised. His wish had not been fulfilled. How could he die so soon? What's more, this son is actually wearing real dragon blood, and what makes himself a policeman is that he did not notice this abnormality with his own cultivation, which is really strange. But there is no time to think about it. If this son dies under the light of his sword, most of the real dragon's blood will definitely be lost.

With this real dragon blood, it's worth taking great risks. Feng Xingyuan has made up his mind to capture Gan Pingsheng back, put it in the elixir furnace of Zongmen, and refine the real dragon blood in his body. At that time, he will definitely be able to break through the peak of this golden elixir and achieve Yuanying, and his brother can also use this power of blood to rise to another level. At that time, the great prosperity of Tiemen Sect will be promising. At this moment, Gan Ping is simply the best elixir in Feng Xingyuan's eyes, and it is an elixir that brings infinite hope. How can he be willing to hurt him? Now Fengxing Yuan Du Yu is not interested in anything. He just wants to capture and refine Gan Ping intact, which is the most valuable.

The deep sword light dissipated. Although Gan Ping's whole body was about to crack, he was happy and knew that he had bet on it. In the face of such a terrible opponent, what I lack is this line of vitality. Turning backwards and turning into a sword light, Gan Ping resisted the pain of his body and encouraged him to run forward. When Feng Xingyuan saw this scene, he couldn't help sneering and wanted to escape? Can you escape?

With a move, the flying sword that retreated to the side rose to the sky and chased after Gan Ping. In order to reduce the weight, Gan Ping has put the heavy mountain sword into the ring, and his feet have been replaced with the flying sword that Mo Lianfeng specially refined for him, and the speed has suddenly doubled. There was a thrilling and strange color in Feng Xingyuan's eyes behind him. This boy's value is so rich. If he is right, the huge sword is cast for Xuanhai sinking dragon gold and wrapped in all kinds of spiritual gold. I'm afraid it is not as heavy as ten thousand gold. However, this boy can actually put it away. There must be more than four storage magic weapons in his hand, and Feng Xingyuan's eyes are fierce. Sheng, wealth touches people's hearts. Tiemenzong, who has been poor for thousands of years, has an almost paranoid desire for these things.

Feng Xingyuan's guess is right. The black lacquer ring in Gan Ping's hand is the third-grade upper-level storage magic weapon. Xuan Mingzi has been around for a lifetime. How can the magic weapon with him be low? At this moment, Gan Ping did not notice Feng Xingyuan's thoughts. Although he changed his flying sword, he felt that the terrible breath behind him was getting closer and closer. It was not that he was slow, but that he came too fast. Feng Xingyuan's speed was that he wanted to catch up with Gan Ping. He was getting closer and closer to this hateful boy, and he had reached the range he could reach. As soon as he wanted to take action, Gan Ping in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Yes, it disappeared, so that there was no sign of disappearing in the air, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual power. This shocked Feng Xingyuan, who was still driving the sword light in the air. His divine consciousness was explored, and the vacuum was empty. This middle-level boy actually escaped in his own eyes. Almost at the same time, Feng Xingyuan stopped the male sword light and turned it into a Taoist stream photon. The body surface rotated endlessly to protect his body. Who is tall here? Tiemenzong Fengxingyuan is waiting for you.

Without half the signs, it disappeared. Feng Xingyuan did not think that Gan Ping had such ability. In an instant, he turned thousands of thoughts in his mind, and even thought that the first sword of Miao Chengzong was chasing him. He was afraid that someone would sneak up on him and quickly protect him. It's ridiculous. If Mo Congfeng comes and sees him chasing his beloved disciple, he will definitely be furious, but he can't do such a thing as hurting people behind his back.

He shouted several times in a row, but no one paid attention to it. Feng Xingyuan confusedly scattered his vast consciousness and searched around to find out that there was really no one on his side. Sitting on his knees cross-legged, Feng Xingyuan pinched a strange formula in his hand, "The blood sea of hatred, the soul turns into a spirit. Search the poor world and find out the tangible! Go!" With a fierce shout, a blood-red light flew up, which was the original yuan god spell inherited by Tiemen Sect. This Yuanshen curse can block a wisp of human soul in the Yuanshen card. If this person is killed, the ranking will be broken. With this residual breath, the elders of the sect can find the murderer, and there is no escape within a thousand miles.

Previously, because Gan Ping killed Qingyue Qingruo, he left Ma Jiaji alone, and then was included by Miao Chengzong, so that this Fengxingyuan could not be found. Fortunately, Feng Xingyuan used a three-grade elixir and the cost of decades of cultivation to seek the help of an alien. With the help of the innate plum blossom calculation, he calculated Gan Ping's whereabouts. It's just that due to the power of Miaocheng Sect, he can't enter it, so he can only stay in the Juzhen Fort on the periphery. Today, Gan Ping went down the mountain and was targeted by him. By mistake, he took out the stolen goods and confirmed his identity. Only then did Feng Xingyuan set up a plan to design Gan Ping here to vent his resentment.

Since no one has taken action to save this boy, it means that this boy must have escaped with some secret methods that he doesn't know, but as long as he is still within a thousand miles, he can't escape his own feeling. Do you think the disciples of the Iron Gate Sect are so easy to kill? The disciple who has put this original yuan god curse on his body will turn into a wonderful charm power and attach to the murderer after being killed. It is difficult to eliminate it for life. As long as an Iron Gate Sect passes by, he can notice it and kill him and avenge his disciples.

Gan Ping killed two disciples of the Iron Gate Sect in a row. The hatred on his body was as obvious as a bright light in the night. Soon Feng Xingyuan almost found out his position. What made Feng Xingyuan's spleen and stomach angry was that the boy didn't know what spell he had used, and he had flown out 400 miles away. If he had waited a little longer, he would have lost his clue.

With a roar, Feng Xingyuan turned into a stream of light and chased straight to the northwest. With a distance of more than 400 miles, coupled with Gan Ping's continuous escape, he will catch up for a while at the speed of the Fengxing Yuan Jindan realm.

Gan Ping put the fire in his arms. Although his whole body was about to crack, his right arm was also softly drooping on one side. Obviously, the bone was broken, but the speed did not decrease at all. He flew away in one direction. Although he didn't know whether Feng Xingyuan could talk about his whereabouts, Gan Ping did not dare to take this risk. This vertical golden light method is really useful. There is no sign of silence, and he actually let himself escape from under the nose of Feng Xingyuan. It's a pity that he can only stimulate this formula four times after exhausting his whole body's mana. He can only use it for more than 100 miles at a time. Gan Ping has used it three times in a row, and his body has been more than 400 miles away.

In order to beware of Feng Xingyuan from catching up again, Gan Ping retained part of his mana as his backhand, holding the flying sword in his left hand and going forward quickly. He endured the pain of breaking his arm, reluctantly took out an elixir and put it in his mouth, then took out a top-grade fire spirit stone and held it in his hand. He slowly absorbed the aura during the flight and recovered the true mana. Fortunately, there is also the top-grade fire spirit stone left by Xuan Mingzi. At this moment, Gan Ping's heart is full of gratitude for the dead ghost boundless. If he relies on the damn low-grade spirit stone, he doesn't know how to return to the year of the monkey.

A large burst of fire spiritual power gushed out from the spiritual stone and swam through Ganping's broken arm. The burning feeling made the already broken meridians and bones of Gan Pingyuan more painful, but it also recovered quickly. Raising his slightly improved right hand, Gan Ping pinched a small piece of the top-grade spiritual stone and threw it into his skirt, allowing the fire to swallow and recover from his injury. The strength of Feng Xingyuan is unfathomable. With just one punch, Gan Ping and Huo'er were both injured and several deaths. The power of a punch is as good as this. However, Gan Ping vaguely felt that this Fengxingyuan must have practiced something to improve physical strength, otherwise the ordinary Jindan peak monk could not be so strong.

Through a large forest, Gan Ping did not find any trace of people, which made him feel slightly depressed. He didn't know where Feng Xingyuan had got himself. He looked at the sun in the air, and Gan Ping recognized the direction. Miao Chengzong is on the south side of Zihua Fairy Mansion, and he is flying to the north. The chance to meet the people in his sect is slim. The more north it is, the more it is the wilderness. Near the edge of Tianling, there is almost nothing that always exists. It is difficult for him to seek refuge.

But the current form does not allow Gan Ping to turn around, not to mention whether Feng Xingyuan can find out his breath. Even if he can't find himself, he will be blocked on the way to Miaochengzong. Isn't he throwing himself into the trap?

Just as Gan Ping's thoughts were changing, there were bursts of great power behind him. I couldn't help turning my head. A huge sword rainbow in the sky behind him rose far away and rushed in this direction. It was broken. Feng Xingyuan could actually find his trace.