"Boy, stay alive!"

The old man attacked wildly in one direction, and Zhao Feng was very embarrassed.

Fortunately, the dirt in this hell could hide most of the aura, and the old man couldn't catch Zhao Feng all the time.

"He's running away, chase!"

The old man pointed in one direction and snorted.

The Leng Feng City Lord immediately caught up.

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

At this point, in the underground.

Zhao Feng vomited blood and fled.

"This old man is just a projection, his strength is so powerful, fortunately it wasn't him himself, otherwise I would have died!"

He was secretly glad in his heart, and at the same time, he also knew that this projection should have a time limit, and it could not exist forever.

As long as he hid for a while, then the Leng Feng City Lord would inevitably be killed by him.

"Grandpa, how long can you keep this projection going?"

On the way to chase and kill Zhao Feng, the Leng Feng City Lord couldn't help but ask.

"This is a life talisman I gave you, and it will last for three minutes. ”

The old man replied.

"If that person hadn't died in three minutes......"

The Leng Feng City Lord's face was shocked.

"I'm helping the Seventh Prince now, and I can't leave, but I'm already a master and I'm coming......"

The old man said slowly.

Although the old man said so, the Leng Feng City Lord was still unsure in his heart, master, would he be able to arrive in time?

If he can't, then his city lord's mansion will probably be destroyed!

"This kid killed the deputy city lord, and he already knows about me, and he definitely can't live. ”

The Leng Feng City Lord continued.

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

The two pursued Zhao Feng while discussing.

Zhao Feng would occasionally be hit by the old man, but his injuries were quickly repaired by immortality, as long as he didn't hit two palms in a row, he wouldn't have a big problem.

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 had weakened.

At this point, two minutes have passed.

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

The old man whispered, a look of regret on his face.

If the dragon armor is obtained by him, then he will give the dragon armor to his master, the seventh prince.

When the time comes, the seven princes will compete for the crown prince, and the odds of winning will be increased by at least three percent.

The crown prince is the next emperor of the Tianyan Saint Realm, so those princes of the Tianyan Saint Realm are all fighting openly and secretly, and there are many factions.

"Damn it!"

The Leng Feng City Lord scolded angrily, and then swept in the direction that the old man pointed.

The old man followed while attacking the ground under his feet to see if Zhao Feng followed.

"Huh, the attack is getting farther and farther away!"

Zhao Feng, who was hiding underground, suddenly raised his eyebrows, it seemed that the old man had given up chasing him.

In that case, then he will kill back.

Zhao Feng's plan was very simple, as long as the old man's projection disappeared, then he would be able to kill the Leng Feng City Lord.

The old man seemed to notice something, and shouted: "I am Ye Yunyi, don't make a mistake by yourself!"

This sentence was obviously said to 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 history.

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

"Old fellow, you colluded with the Holy Soul Sect, what do you think will happen if the Holy One knows about it?"

Zhao Feng suddenly left the ground and shouted.

"Boom!"

The old man quickly threw out a palm, but it didn't hit Zhao Feng.

Just now Zhao Feng was hit because he was careless, and now he wants to hit him, but it's not so easy.

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

The Holy Soul Sect is a wanted force, and if it is known that they are colluding with the Holy Soul Sect, then they will be punished by the Nine Clans.

"Boy, if you have to find death, then it's no wonder to me!"

The old man's eyes grew colder and colder.

"Old fellow, you kind of killed me!"

Zhao Feng was not afraid at all.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The old man struck again, covered with huge palm prints, but he always pounced.

Zhao Feng has the body of the quasi-supreme martial arts, coupled with all kinds of acceleration, as long as he pays attention to it, he can still dodge.

Time, little by little.

"Grandpa, when will the helper arrive?"

The Leng Feng City Lord asked while helping.

"Come on, don't worry!"

The old man reassured, but his face became more and more gloomy, if the other party did not arrive in time, then it would be his grandson who died.

"Old fellow, look at the move!"

Zhao Feng felt that the old man's strength was getting weaker and weaker, and after gaining strength, he began to resist.

However, the target of his attack was not the phantom of the old man, but the city lord of Leng Feng.

Looking at Zhao Feng's attack like a mad dog, the Leng Feng City Lord had a very hard time resisting, and he regretted it very much, why did he use the luck that he had finally condensed to attack Zhao Feng, instead of using it to resist the attack.

Otherwise, he could hold on a little longer.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

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

"Oh no, my projection is about to disappear!"

The old man's face sank, and he calculated the time, and it was only more than ten seconds.

If he couldn't kill Zhao Feng in the remaining time, and the master didn't come, then the Leng Feng City Lord would be in danger.

Ten seconds!

Nine seconds!

Eight seconds!

For people in the realm of Zhao Feng, one second is actually very long, and in one second, they can shoot dozens of times and run tens of thousands of meters.

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

Now, I'm in trouble!

"Grandpa!"

The Leng Feng City Lord was about to cry.

"Coming soon, coming soon!"

The old man was immediately comforted.

Three seconds!

Two seconds!

One second!

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

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

The old man looked up to the sky and roared.

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

Zhao Feng responded loudly.

Before his words fell, the old man's shadow gradually faded, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Grandpa!"

When the city lord of Leng Feng saw the old man disappear, he really almost cried, what about the master?

Zhao Feng was wearing a dragon pattern battle armor, and the martial arts he learned were swords, so he could hardly hurt Zhao Feng.

Coupled with Zhao Feng's speed being faster than him, he almost only had to be beaten.

"Leng Feng City Lord, now, you don't have a helper!"

Zhao Feng smiled coldly.

Leng Feng's face was gloomy, and he turned around and ran.

He couldn't help Zhao Feng, but Zhao Feng shouldn't be so easy to kill him, so he still had a little time.

"I want to go, no way!"

Zhao Feng's eyes widened.

"Empty Crack Slash!"

"Dragon Tiger Break!"

(End of chapter)