Chapter 42: Big chasing

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"Little thief, you can't escape the palm of your hand, and you will be stunned today."

In the mountains of the Blackwater Mountains, the sound of violent thunder and anger, it is difficult to hide the murderous murder.

"I don't die, I have to take care of the cowhide. I have the ability to get down from the top. I don't want to worry about it. You don't bother, I still worry about it."

In the same way, another sarcasm sounded.

From a distance, among the mountains, one person is at large, one is chasing, and a battle between life and death is played.

These two people are not others, it is Lin Fei, the other one is the anger of Zhao Wen, the old servant of Cheng Shaowen.

.........

"Nima's, it's really a ghost, the master of the air flight is really not difficult!"

Lin Fei in the Mercedes-Benz, turned his head and looked at the big tree, a distant murder, locked in the thousands of feet, and within a certain range, I would like to open the other side easily.

The martial arts Eight-Heavy Heavenly Warrior is powerful here.

Speaking of it, Lin Fei was in a bad mood. After killing Cheng Shaowen, despite the psychological preparation in advance, away from this area, Zhao Wen was still using the secret technique to find the direction.

If it wasn't for Lin Fei's mastery of the wind-fighting method, he would have been killed by the suffocating masters, rather than hanging far away.

"Can't continue to hang down, the mysterious spirit of the suffocating master is thicker than me. Even though I can rely on the wind body method, I will control the mysterious gas consumption perfectly. For a long time, I still can't avoid the mysteriousness, and it will be terrible!"

Found from the old and not dead, and then chasing and killing, Lin Fei has been at large, especially dare not draw the distance, the last combat skills, the heart has a lingering fear, not afraid to look down.

Battle skills!

If it wasn’t for Cheng Shaowen’s surprise, Lin Fei almost forgot, on the Xuantian continent, the horror of combat skills.

At the moment, Lin Fei’s only thought is how to get rid of this old immortal, he is not willing to be caught up for ten days and a half.

......

"The little thief with a slick tongue, waiting for you to fall into the hands of the old man, see how you slick!"

Zhao Wen's pleated face, at this moment, was completely replaced by anger. After hearing the words, his face was sinking again and he saw the murder.

A martial arts six-day boy, for the master of the suffocating, can easily kill, but met such a best, has a strong and light body.

If the other party is not relying on the light, the Zhao Wen will kill the other side.

Although he couldn't catch the thief for a while, Zhao Wen was not in a hurry. The murder of the martial arts was locked in the opponent's body. Even though the other side's body was light and subtle, he thought he would escape from the bottom of his eyelids.

Zhao Wen wants to live out of the other side of the body, Xuanqi can not be added, sooner or later will fall on his hand.

All the way to chase down, Zhao Wenzhao remembered this light martial law, this small thief is relying on this body to force the distance to leave, if you can learn, with its erratic, the combat power will be improved a lot.

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Two days later.

The mysteriousness of perfect control is gradually decreasing.

Lin Fei realized that the trouble was big.

In the two days, Lin Fei used up his methods. No matter how embarrassed, he couldn’t smash the old ones and become a dragged oil bottle.

Headache, tangled!

"How to do how to do?"

When the remaining 30% of the mysterious gas was sensed, Lin Fei began to worry. Once the mysteriousness was exhausted, it could not be recovered. What would be the end of the game, the most clear.

With the wind body method all the way, Lin Fei himself almost forgot, in what position he is in the eye.

At least, the depths of the Blackwater Mountains are undoubted.

Dangerous monsters keep appearing, Lin Fei can only bite into the scalp, do not escape is death, escape is also dead, only who is in the hands of death.

If it is now the strength of the martial arts seven heavens, Lin Fei turned to fight.

"Roar!!!"

In vain, there is a huge bang in the depths of the Blackwater Mountains, and it is earth-shattering.

On the occasion of thinking, Lin Fei subconsciously jumped his eyebrows, the soul at this moment, as if to get out of the way, a sense of fear, instantly filled the whole body, the body shape is one of the stagnant.

...

"The horrible atmosphere, this is not the eighth-order monster, nor the nine-order monster, is it the monster above the mysterious level?"

Lin Fei couldn't easily control his body. He couldn't come back for a long time. The feeling of the soul just detached was like being killed for countless times.

After experiencing this horror, Lin Fei realized that the Blackwater Mountains were as dangerous as the outside rumors. It was not a hole in the wind. It was estimated that few people could resist it.

Just now, the sound of the giant cymbals, Lin Fei clearly heard the endless anger, the best to appear.

Feeling the movement in front of him, Lin Fei suddenly had an idea and came up with an idea. If used properly, he would definitely be able to open the old and not die, or even play dead and die, it is not a problem.

"Old is not dead, are you scared, don't chase if you are frightened, go home and pension."

Throw the next sentence, Lin Fei did not change direction, still moving forward.

"Oh, it's awful!"

Zhao Wenming’s fists are tight, and Zhou’s body is murderous, and his face is much more tense. The master of the martial arts and eight heavens is also from the knife gods, and his experience is better than ordinary people.

That wrath can easily be heard!

This is not an eight-ninth-order monster, but a monster that belongs to the mysterious level.

Zhao Wen was really scared, and because of the words in the back, it was a smoldering temper. I asked why he was so provocative by a thief.

"Don't think so, you can open the old man, even if the old man is dead, you have to pull your back."

......

After an hour!

Lin Fei felt a strong volatility.

Wicked beast, the real advanced monster.

Lin Fei hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked back, that locked his own murder, a heart, a bite, and fight again, as the wind body unfolded, went straight ahead, leaving a shadow of the road.

Lin Fei’s purpose is simple.

Borrow dangerous monsters and strongmen, and succumb to them from each other and take a chance.

"I don't die, I have been chasing you for so long, pick me up!"

Lin Fei suddenly had a shape, and he greeted the old man. He had a long knife in his hand and a jewel at the handle. It was Cheng Shaowen’s knife.

"Thunder blow!"

Where soldiers and ordinary weapons are displayed, the power is completely different.

Lin Fei directly took out four knives and mans, and consumed a body of five sighs.

Zhao Wen is angry and screaming. He has been looking for a mobile phone conference. How can he let go of the other party? He immediately seizes the opportunity and hands into a knife. It is not a knife but a combat skill.

"Little thief, you dare!"

“A knife!”

Cheng Shaowen was killed, and he saw the thief taking out the weapon of the son. Under the wrath of Zhao Wen, regardless of the three seven twenty-one, he used the intermediate combat skills directly and blasted three knives.

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