This black spot is extremely fast, and it spans several miles in just a few breaths.
As the black spot approached, He Cong saw the newcomers clearly.
This shadow is a middle-aged man, who is dressed like a square wood. If you look carefully, there is a token engraved with the three characters of Yu Lingzong hanging around his waist.
He Cong's face sank, and he knew that Fang Mu once said that he was a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect. Since the bearer was the stuff of Fang Mu, it is very likely that the Imperial Spirit Sect already knew the news of Fang Mu's death.
"Xianmen really means heaven, and I can still be tracked here."
He Cong's heart sank, and he moved his psychic force between his eyes and glanced at the bearer.
Eye surgery!
As soon as the eyes were locked on the friar of the Imperial Spirit Sect, the man seemed to have some induction, glances, and the two of them cast their eyes at the same time.
Looking back, He Cong felt cold all over. Under the exploration of eye surgery, although the other party was in the same order as him, his spiritual strength was much more vigorous than his.
He even vaguely felt a force of coercion in each other's body.
If the guess is right, the bearer has been immersed in the ninth floor of condensate gas for many years, and his foundation is profound, which is far from what he can compare with the new monk who just stepped into the ninth floor of condensate gas.
He Cong didn't hesitate. He subconsciously offered a flying sword, stepped on it and turned to escape.
Even He Cong himself didn't realize that he didn't feel unfamiliar when he flew with his royal sword.
He only had the idea of running away in his mind, instead of deliberately manipulating the flying sword, he accidentally practiced the art of royal sword.
The art of imperial sword is much faster than the foot journey. Even if someone comes to fix it on He Cong, he will not catch up with He Cong for a while, but just follow behind him.
He Cong lived here for half a month, which is half a local strongman. It is surrounded by dense forests. With the speed of flying swords, he played with men. While men were distracted, he manipulated the flying swords to accelerate suddenly and fell on a leafy tree, and disappeared.
He was hiding in the branches and leaves, his whole body was curled up, his breathing technique was running to the extreme, and his breath suddenly converged into his body, just like a mortal.
At this time, the male monk is staying at a place about three feet above He Cong.
He looked around, but he didn't find He Cong's place. Immediately, he frowned, took off his waist token, and gently pointed his fingertips at the token. With a light spiritual force penetrating into the token, the token was suspended in the air and flew towards He Cong's hiding place.
He Cong frowned, and when he saw the man take out the token, he felt a little bad.
He patted the storage bag on his body and took out the Zongmen token of Fang Mu.
As soon as the token was started, he felt very hot, and it seemed to echo the man's token faintly.
"Damn, this thing exposed my whereabouts!"
He Cong's face changed greatly, and he immediately stopped hiding. With ten fingers stretched out, ten thick arcs quietly condensed.
He Cong shook his finger forward, and ten electric arcs thundered and flew towards the man.
After all this, He Cong wanted to defend his sword, only to find that unconsciously, he had consumed more than half of his spiritual strength.
He Cong's heart sank, and when the man raised his hand, he scattered the ten arcs he had made. Between these crackles, he patted the storage bag with his right hand, took out two pills of Hui Lingdan and stuffed them into his mouth to chew hard.
Dan medicine in the lower abdomen, almost in an instant, his spiritual force is full again.
Seeing the man close, he did not hesitate, stretched out a finger, and ten arcs rushed out.
These ten arcs do not pose any threat to men.
After the man solved ten arcs, a fireball with the size of three inches condensed out between his hands.
The flame rose, and the air around it twisted under the high temperature and counterattacked He Cong.
He Cong inspires the spiritual force in the body and condenses a translucent spiritual barrier in front of him.
When the man saw this, his mouth rose and he flashed a joke.
The next second, I heard a click, and the barrier in front of He Cong was broken. On the other hand, the fireball offensive did not decrease, and it fell on He Cong.
The clothes on He Cong's body were burned in an instant, and the armor that was worn at the innermost part leaked out.
This real armor is still a magic weapon for the fairy family. When the flame touches the real armor, the fire seems to be weakened somewhat.
Even with the armor, He Cong's whole skin was still red by the flame, and he did not dare to hesitate. He led the psychic force out between his hands and slammed it toward the flame, which was able to resolve it.
After all this, He Cong gasped.
He knew that he was no match for men, but he didn't expect that there would be such a big gap between them.
If it weren't for the real armor to offset the power of some flames, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Before he could react, the man's figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he came to the front of He Cong, raising his hand and punching him.
The man punched so fast that He Cong didn't have time to dodge, subconsciously crossing his arms in front of him.
The man's fist fell on He Cong's arms, and He Cong only felt a sharp pain in his arms. The strength of terror made He Cong fly backwards.
He Cong clenched his teeth, his fingers merged, and he moved a little farther toward the flying sword. The flying sword immediately buzzed and turned into a rainbow light.
With the force of this counter-push, He Cong opened a considerable distance from the man. As soon as he stabilized his body, he happened to fall on the flying sword body under the control of object control.
By the time the man realized that something was wrong, He Cong had already escaped from ten feet away.
The man wanted to do the same thing again, trying to track He Cong's position with the Zongmen token, only to find that He Cong had already abandoned the token on the treetop.
"This person has the ability to condense gas for nine layers, and his reaction is so rapid. It is no wonder that Fang Mu will be killed by this person."
Man eyebrows a pick, eyes flashed a surprise.
"Anyway, my cultivation is slightly higher than this man's, and he can't escape!"