Immortal Space

  Chapter 439 Hunting down

  After saying goodbye, Wang Hong went south again, preparing to return to his own valley.

  Now the two brothers each have their own pursuits and goals, and it is impossible to forcefully tie them together, which is not good for anyone.

  Walking alone, he became a lot more cautious, after all, there are monsters everywhere now.

  Wang Hong, who was resting with his eyes closed on Xiaopeng's back, suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a rainbow light flying from a distance, approaching him quickly.

  Wang Hong ordered Xiaopeng to stop temporarily, and secretly became vigilant.

   "Hahaha! Wang Xiaoyou, you walked so fast, you almost missed you."

  After the light stopped, a monk appeared. It was Taihaozong Xing Zhuo. At that time, he asked Wang Hong for chalcedony pill but failed.

   "Hahaha! What a fate! I didn't expect to meet senior you here!" Wang Hong seemed to have no idea of ​​the other party's intention, and greeted Xing Zhuo with a flattering expression.

  Based on his body training skills, if it comes to close combat, he would not be afraid even if he meets a Golden Core cultivator.

  Xing Zhuo frowned slightly when he saw Wang Hong approaching, but he didn't object and let Wang Hong approach.

   "Smart people don't speak dark words, hand over all storage equipment, and I will leave you a way out."

  Xing Zhuo said straight to the point that he has limited patience and doesn't intend to waste too much time here.

   "Since this is the case, the younger generation should offer it with both hands."

  At this time, Wang Hong had already walked one foot away from Xing Zhuo. Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred and flashed towards him.

  In an instant, Wang Hong appeared in front of Xing Zhuo, clenched his fist with one hand, and bombarded Xing Zhuo.

   This punch carried hundreds of thousands of catties of strength, and there was a faint sound of a sonic boom. He believed that just this punch was enough to blow the opponent to pieces.

  Seeing that this punch was about to strike solidly, and Xing Zhuo seemed to have been prepared for a long time, only to see a burst of white light suddenly glowing around him.

  The force of this punch, which was hundreds of thousands of catties, bombarded this layer of white light, and the white light protecting Xing Zhuo's body flickered. Xing Zhuo took a few steps back, and then nothing happened.

   And there was a tingling pain from Wang Hong's fist. Countless wounds had been cut on his fist, exposing the white bones inside.

  It turns out that the white light protecting Xing Zhuo's body is a kind of sword shield, which is made up of countless sword lights, which can not only defend, but also counterattack.

   "Hey! I still want to sneak attack. When I became famous in the world of cultivating immortals, your grandfather was still playing in the mud in crotch pants!"

  Xing Zhuo sneered, and saw him standing in the air with his hands behind his back, with disdain in his eyes.

  At the same time, a white flying sword flew out from his body, the exact shape could not be seen clearly, and then shot towards Wang Hong like a white rainbow.

   This white rainbow was coming so fast that Wang Hong couldn't dodge it at all, and there seemed to be no spiritual weapon on him that could stop such a sharp blow.

   At this moment, a golden ray flew from behind and collided with Bai Hong in front of Wang Hong. The spiritual impact of the collision pushed Wang Hong back several steps.

  Wang Hong secretly thought it was dangerous, but fortunately Xiaopeng rescued him in time, otherwise he didn't know if he could survive this level.

  In the air, one of Xiaopeng's golden feathers and the white flying sword were fighting inextricably in the air.

  Wang Hong took this opportunity to release a group of poisonous bees. As soon as the poisonous bees came out, they buzzed towards Xing Zhuo under Wang Hong's command.

   Under the command of Wang Hong, these poisonous bees first went to Baimang, who was protecting Xing Zhuo, but just as the two sides made contact, many poisonous bees fell like rain.

   Many of these poisonous bees were killed by the white light in a single encounter. The poisonous bees, who were invincible before, were powerless against that layer of white light at the moment, so Wang Hong had no choice but to take the poisonous bees back.

  The battle between Xiaopeng and Xing Zhuo gradually fell into a disadvantage, and its golden feathers were already covered with gaps.

   After all, it has just advanced to the third rank. Its natal feathers have been warmed for too short a time, and there is still a lot of gap with Jianxiu's natal flying sword.

   Moreover, Xing Zhuo is a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, a small realm higher than Xiaopeng, and the sword cultivator's fighting power is stronger than ordinary monks. From this point of view, Xiaopeng should eventually lose.

  Seeing this, Wang Hong stretched out his hand, and a ball of spiritual fire appeared in the palm of his hand. Now he can barely reach the power of the golden core stage, and the only thing that is dangerous to Xing Zhuo is this ball of spiritual fire.

  He also thought about poisoning, but Xing Zhuo was protected by that layer of white light, and the poison could not penetrate into it.

   This ball of spiritual fire flew towards Xing Zhuo, and fell on the light of his protective body. The spiritual fire burned violently, and the white glow flickered.

   "Hmph! Do you really think you can participate in the battle of Jindan cultivators?"

  Then he drew his hand and pointed at Wang Hong, and from the light of the flying sword that was fighting with Xiaopeng, a sword energy was released and shot towards Wang Hong rapidly.

  Although it was only a branch of sword energy, its power was also extraordinary. Wang Hong quickly sacrificed a wooden shield to block it.

  As soon as the wooden shield came into contact with the sword energy, it was beaten to the point of losing its light, and at the same time, the sword energy was finally consumed.

   On Xiaopeng's side, because Xing Zhuo was distracted from dealing with Wang Hong, the situation was saved and he was no longer at a disadvantage.

  As for the scars on the fundamental feather, it took it back and replaced it with the native feather on the other wing.

  The battle between the two sides has been maintained in this way. Although Xiaopeng and Xing Zhuo are not as strong as Xing Zhuo, under Wang Hong's hard work, Xiaopeng can barely remain undefeated.

   This kind of battle lasted for three hours. After such a long period of continuous fighting, all three parties showed signs of fatigue.

  Wang Hong has replenished his mana with spirit wine several times. Even Xiaopeng, who is a monster, has already replenished his mana with spirit wine twice.

   It was Xing Zhuo who suffered the most. He didn't expect that this person and beast would have such cheating methods.

  It is not a big deal for Wang Hong to be able to charge mana with spiritual wine. After all, although the second-order spiritual wine is rare, some can still be collected.

  But this sand sculpture uses third-grade spirit wine, which is extremely rare. He only collected half a tael before, but it was consumed in the battle with the monster clan.

   This made him more determined to kill Wang Hong, and wanted to know what secret this foundation-builder monk was hiding.

  After the previous battle, Wang Hong understood that if he and Xiaopeng were to be compared, they would not be as good as Xing Zhuo.

  But he can compete for resources with the opponent. As long as the two of them can remain undefeated, use resources to pile up and boil slowly, they can also kill each other.

  After figuring this out, he kept attacking the opponent besides the spirit fire, and even threw some talismans at the opponent continuously.

  Although it is impossible to break through the layer of white glow around the opponent, as long as it can consume the opponent's mana.

  With Xing Zhuo's rich experience, he naturally discovered this point, and it will be bad for him if it goes on like this for a long time.

  So he became cruel, and the flying sword in the air swelled with light, and slashed towards the golden feather. With a crisp sound, Xiaopeng's fundamental life feather was cut in two.

  The flying sword kept on casting, and a sword cut on one of Xiaopeng's wings, blood spattered immediately.