Mockery appeared on the gray-robed man's face when he saw Zhao Feng pull his bow.
Sou sou sou — —
However, when the three arrows arrived in front of him, his expression abruptly changed.
The order of the three arrows was slightly off, but in a miraculous way, they locked onto his path of attack.
Pow!
The grey robed man waved his sleeves and with a gust of wind, he blocked the first arrow.
But immediately after, the second arrow whistled through the air.
If he wanted to dodge the second arrow and use the best route to attack Zhao Feng, he would have to face the third arrow.
The gliding trajectories of the three arrows seemed to have predicted his path.
"How did he do it …"
The grey robed man's pupils constricted as shock appeared on his face.
If this was all part of Zhao Feng's plan, then it was too terrifying.
One had to know that his opponent was not even fourteen years old.
He did not know that Zhao Feng's left eye had already locked onto him, including his breathing, heartbeat, and blood flow.
Zhao Feng used the details of his opponent's body and blood flow to determine where to attack.
Everything was as he expected. The three arrows successfully stalled the grey robed man for a few breaths of time.
"It's useless. You won't be able to escape death today."
The grey robed man's voice was cold and emotionless.
However, Zhao Feng's following actions shocked him once again.
After Zhao Feng shot out the three arrows, he did not run away, but instead turned around and attacked the two black clothed martial artists behind him.
Kill!
The two black clothed martial artists also charged towards Zhao Feng.
Because they were facing each other, the distance between Zhao Feng and the two black clothed martial artists was quickly shortened.
"This kid has a good plan."
The grey robed man felt a trace of unease.
Zhao Feng's plan was the most logical way to escape.
Firstly, he did not run away.
In a situation where he was pincered on two sides, his chances of escaping were very low.
At the very least, Zhao Feng was sure that the grey robed man's speed was not any slower than his. Otherwise, he would not have been able to block his path without anyone noticing.
Secondly, Zhao Feng found the only way to break through.
In comparison, Zhao Feng felt that the two black-clothed cultivators were weaker.
If he could deal with these two quickly and then focus on dealing with the grey-robed man, his chances of winning would increase.
Seeing that Zhao Feng and the two black-clothed martial artists were getting closer and closer …
"How can a mere half-step martial artist deal with two peak Lv 4 martial artists?"
The gray-robed man was not in a hurry.
Xiao Chen did not need two black-clad cultivators to kill Zhao Feng. He only needed to stall for a while. When Xiao Chen returned, Zhao Feng would definitely die.
Kill!
Raging Dragon Fist!
Zhao Feng crossed paths with the two black-clothed martial artists, his figure passing through the gap between their attacks.
Suddenly, his speed increased explosively, and his aura changed drastically.
"No! This guy is a true martial artist. "
The expression of the gray-robed man chasing after him finally changed.
Zhao Feng's aura had reached Martial Path Grade Four.
Bang!
Zhao Feng's fist, which was like a raging dragon, was accompanied by a powerful light green aura. It struck the chest of one of the black-clothed cultivators.
Kacha!
The black-clothed martial artist's chest was shattered, and with a scream, he died on the spot.
Zhao Feng's Inner Strength had reached the peak of Martial Path Grade Four, and his Raging Dragon Fist had reached perfection.
With one punch, he killed a black-clothed martial artist.
This was not only because the black-clothed martial artist had underestimated him, but also because of Zhao Feng's strength and his left eye's calculations.
"Little brother!"
The other black-clothed martial artist's eyes turned red as he roared in anger.
Raging Dragon Fist!
Zhao Feng did not dare to be slow, and he charged towards the other black-clothed martial artist. Being merciful to the enemy was being cruel to oneself.
"You killed my little brother, I will cut you into a thousand pieces."
The sword in the black-clothed cultivator's hand released a shocking amount of Inner Strength as he madly attacked Zhao Feng.
Because Zhao Feng's cultivation and strength had been exposed, and the other party was going all out, it was much harder to kill him instantly.
"Stall him!"
The gray-robed man shouted in anger.
He didn't need the black-clothed martial artist to kill Zhao Feng, he only needed him to stall him.
Unfortunately, the black-clothed martial artist had completely lost his mind, and he attacked with all his might.
Zhao Feng used his left eye to search for the fatal weakness of his opponent.
But time was limited, and the gray-robed man was about to catch up.
Risk it all!
Zhao Feng did not care about anything else, and his body was as agile as a cat as he cut through the black-clothed martial artist's blade net.
Crack!
Zhao Feng had won by a hair's breadth, and his fist landed on his opponent's left shoulder.
"Ah!"
The black-clothed martial artist's arm was broken, but he still charged towards Zhao Feng, ignoring his injuries.
Zhao Feng could only punch again, and shatter his throat.
Plop!
The remaining black-clothed martial artist fell to the ground, dead.
Zhao Feng had also paid a price. His chest had been hit by the other party before he died, and his Inner Strength had entered his body, causing him to suffer some internal injuries.
His Metal Wall Technique had not reached the third level, and he could not take a full powered attack from a martial artist of the same rank.
"Brat … … you've hidden your strength really well. Your true strength is actually close to the fifth rank of the Martial Path. But you won't be able to escape today. "
At this moment, the gray-clothed man flew over.
In the silent primeval forest.
The two faced each other, and the atmosphere was strangely tense.
"Who sent you to kill me? Is it Zhao Tianjian? "
Zhao Feng stared at the gray-clothed man, and his breathing quickened.
At this moment, he was eighty percent sure that the mastermind was Zhao Tianjian.
In the entire Sun Feather City, the only people that he hated were Zhao Tianjian and his son.
"Hahaha … … no matter if it is or not, you will still die."
The grey-robed man grinned hideously. His figure flashed like a ghost, and the curved blade in his hand that was as thin as a cicada's wing drew a transparent line that was like mercury.
Whoosh!
Zhao Feng felt that the opponent's footwork was amazing, and the speed of his attack exceeded the reaction speed of normal martial artists.
Even so, with his left eye locking onto the opponent, his reaction speed increased, which allowed him to dodge. If it was a normal martial artist of the fourth or fifth rank, they would have already died.
The thin blade in the gray-clothed man's hand was terrifyingly sharp. Even Xin Tong's Copper Skin Metal Body couldn't block it.
If Zhao Feng took one hit, he would lose his life.
He was also trying to find the opponent's weakness.
But the gray-clothed man was experienced, and he had been through life and death battles. He basically didn't have any fatal weakness, not even a small one.
"High ranked blade skills, high ranked footwork skills, high ranked inner strength … … All of them have reached the high rank. Especially the blade skills, they are close to the peak."
Zhao Feng estimated the opponent's strength as he dodged.
The result naturally made his heart go cold.
The gray-clothed man's cultivation had reached the peak of the fifth rank, and he was even close to the sixth. Adding on the fact that he had high ranked martial arts, he was definitely an elite of the fifth rank!
Furthermore, as the battle continued, Zhao Feng felt that his internal injuries were acting up.
"Instead of fighting in close combat, I'll definitely die. Why not … …"
A light flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes as he thought of a plan.
Teng!
He suddenly retreated from the battle, and pushed Lightly Floating Ferry and Air Crossing Breathing Technique to the maximum.
In an instant, he jumped into the forest and ran towards the depths of the Sky Cloud Forest.
This time, because he had used all of his cultivation, Zhao Feng's Lightly Floating Ferry's speed had increased by half.
"Where do you think you're going!"
The gray-clothed man was shocked, but he didn't fall behind. Like a ghost, he chased after him.
After running for a few miles, Zhao Feng relaxed a little.
His opponent had the advantage of his cultivation, and had trained in high ranked martial arts, but his speed was only on par with his own.
As Zhao Feng ran, he used his left eye to analyse the route he should take, trying to find a way to stop his opponent.
Because his left eye could see further, Zhao Feng was like a fish in the water in the Sky Cloud Forest, there were no obstructions.
On the other hand, the gray-clothed man would sometimes be affected by some obstacles, and would use his inner strength to shatter the grass and leaves.
"Hmph, although I can't get rid of you, I can still lure you into the depths of the Sky Cloud Forest. If worst comes to worst, I'll just die with you."
Zhao Feng said with determination.
Along the way, he felt the blood flow in his body becoming smoother and smoother. Lightly Floating Ferry seemed to have improved.
At this time, according to Zhao Feng's plan, there would be fierce beasts nearby.
Roar … …
The fierce beasts' roars and powerful killing intent caused the gray-clothed man's heart to skip a beat.
"This bastard … … Damn it!"
The gray-clothed man clenched his teeth.
If it was a normal low ranked fierce beast, its strength would be around the fourth or fifth rank of the Martial Path, or even the sixth rank of the Martial Path.
Facing these low ranked fierce beasts, the gray-clothed man could protect himself.
But if he was unlucky and met a high ranked fierce beast, then he would be in danger. Normal martial artists wouldn't even have the chance to escape if they met one.
This was because a high ranked fierce beast's strength was comparable to a Martial Master's. It was at least at the level of an elder of the Zhao Clan … …
Zhao Feng's goal was very simple. He wanted to lure the gray-clothed man to a place with many fierce beasts.
Because of his left eye's vision, Zhao Feng could predict from ten miles away.
Usually, when the two arrived, Zhao Feng would instantly hide in a corner, and the fierce beasts would notice the gray-clothed man first.
Roar! Roar!
Zhao Feng lured the gray-clothed man near two "Silver Striped Blood Leopards".
These two Silver Striped Blood Leopards had terrifying killing intent, and their faces were ferocious. They were even bigger than the Tiger King.
Zhao Feng estimated that the Silver Striped Blood Leopards' strength was comparable to the fifth rank of the Martial Path.
As soon as they reached their territory and alerted the Silver Striped Blood Leopards, Zhao Feng's figure quickly moved and hid in the branches of a large tree. He then quickly used the Hiding Air Technique to hide his aura.
When the Hiding Air Technique was practiced to the high level, it could completely hide one's aura, smell, and even lower one's body temperature.
Zhao Feng used this to avoid the two Silver Striped Blood Leopards' sense of smell.
However, the gray-clothed man who was chasing from behind suffered a disaster. He didn't have Zhao Feng's powerful left eye's vision, which allowed him to "predict" from fifteen to sixteen miles away.
Roar! Hu — —
The two Silver Striped Blood Leopards roared and pounced towards the gray-clothed man.
"Shameless brat!"
The gray-clothed man cursed in anger. He clearly knew where Zhao Feng was hiding, but how could he let himself be entangled by the two Silver Striped Blood Leopards?
The Silver Striped Blood Leopards could jump up trees at an astonishing speed, and their strength was comparable to the peak of the fifth rank.
If there was only one, it would be easy for the gray-clothed man to deal with it. But if there were two, then it would be troublesome.
Seeing the gray-clothed man being battered by the Silver Striped Blood Leopards.
"Hahaha … …"
Zhao Feng hid between the gaps of the large tree and gloated.
With his mysterious left eye, his ability to survive in the Sky Cloud Forest was far better than ordinary martial artists.
"Hehe, don't blame me for hitting you when you're down."
Zhao Feng had a sinister smile on his face. He took the Profound Silver Bow from his back, nocked three poison arrows, and aimed at the gray-clothed man.
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