"Let's go!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Ning Yue rose from the ground and dashed into the depths of the forest in a flash.
The Yuan Qi under his feet continued to burn and sizzle. Ning Yue raised his speed to the limit and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Shua!
Just as Ning Yue left, a figure landed on the ground.
"Two Early Stage True Martial Realm warriors." Looking at Wang Ke and Zhao Peng lying on the ground, the figure frowned and mumbled, "They must have been killed by Ning Yue. Not simple, not simple indeed."
Originally, Zhang Jin thought that Ning Yue was just a Houtian Realm warrior.
Now, it seemed that he had underestimated Ning Yue.
First, he killed Lin Jingtian, who was in the Middle Stage True Martial Realm. Then, he killed two Early Stage True Martial Realm warriors while escaping. From this, it could be seen that he was not weak.
Shua!
Right at this moment, another figure dashed over.
"Senior, isn't Ning Yue here?" the figure asked respectfully after he appeared.
Waving his hand, Zhang Jin said, "According to his aura, Ning Yue has just left. If we go after him now, we should be able to catch up with him."
Hearing this, Song Fei was overjoyed. "Senior, let's not waste any more time. Let's go now."
"Let's go. I also want to see who this Ning Yue is." Nodding his head, Zhang Jin grabbed Song Fei and dashed out.
Zhang Jin's aura was vigorous and powerful. Although he was carrying Song Fei, he did not slow down at all.
Even though Ning Yue had recovered to his peak and was burning his soul energy to increase his speed, Zhang Jin still caught up to him after ten minutes.
"Song Fei!"
Standing on a giant tree, Ning Yue's face was gloomy. He said coldly, "Why are you chasing me?"
"Haha, since we are chasing after you, we naturally want to take your life," Song Fei smiled and said, "Ning Yue, with Senior Zhang Jin here, you won't be able to escape today."
Looking at the man beside Song Fei, Ning Yue's heart sank.
Although Zhang Jin was also in the middle stage of the True Martial Realm, his aura was extremely vigorous. It was not something that Lin Jingtian, who was in the middle stage of the True Martial Realm, could compare with.
It could be said that if Zhang Jin wanted to kill Lin Jingtian, it would be a piece of cake!
"Ning Yue, to be able to kill a martial artist in the middle stage of the True Martial Realm while still in the Xiantian stage, I admire you very much."
A wisp of disappointment appeared in Zhang Jin's eyes as he said, "If you hadn't killed Zhang Wenyong, I might have considered taking you as my disciple. As for now, I can only take your life."
"If you want to fight, then let's fight. Cut the crap!" With the Breaking Soul Sword in front of him, Ning Yue's Essence surged in his sea of consciousness. He said coldly, "There are many people who want to take my life. Who do you think you are?"
"Good, very good. Young people should have some guts."
As he spoke, Zhang Jin changed the topic and said gloomily, "However, you have used your guts on the wrong person!"
As soon as he said the word 'wrong', Zhang Jin suddenly jumped up, clenched his right hand into a fist, and punched out.
Chi chi!
Wherever the fist passed, the air would sizzle and spread out in all directions.
Facing such a fierce punch from Zhang Jin, Ning Yue didn't dare to be careless. He quickly gathered his Primordial Qi on his wrist and pushed out his fist. It collided with Zhang Jin's fist.
Bang!
When the two fists collided, there was not much of a ripple. However, the huge force from the fist caused Ning Yue's hand to hurt and his body to fly backward.
Kacha!
As Ning Yue flew backward, the towering tree beneath him suddenly cracked from the inside out!
"Whirlwind Kick!"
In the next moment, Zhang Jin dashed forward again. On both his legs, thick Essence pulsed continuously and finally swept out.
Sha sha!
His legs brought about a strong gust of wind, and the surrounding stones on the ground were blown into the air. They were all aimed at Ning Yue's face.
"Netherworld Samsara Palm, Netherworld Fiend!" Before he could recover, Ning Yue formed a seal with his wrist and pushed out with his palm. The violent palm print directly shattered the stones in front of him.
Bang!
However, the moment the stones were shattered, Zhang Jin's legs had already arrived in front of Ning Yue and ruthlessly swept at his body.
Puchi!
The powerful force caused Ning Yue to feel a sweet taste in his throat. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned slightly pale.
After two moves, Zhang Jin stopped and said indifferently, "Ning Yue, I am not trash like Lin Jingtian. In front of me, you have no chance to resist."
"Your cultivation has already reached the peak of the Middle Stage of the True Martial Realm. You are only one step away from advancing to the Late Stage of the True Martial Realm!"
With a serious expression, Ning Yue said in a low voice, "Back then, Zhang Wenyong wanted to kill me, but I killed him. Now, you want to kill me too … I will let you know that it is not that easy to kill me."
As he spoke, Ning Yue's eyes turned cold and a purple flame danced in his pupils.
Then, the purple flame in his consciousness suddenly sprang out and stopped on his finger.
"Wind Thunder Fire!"
Seeing the purple flame dancing in Ning Yue's hand, Zhang Jin was startled at first. Then, he revealed a joyful expression and said, "You actually devoured the Wind Thunder Fire. Hahaha, it seems that this trip was not in vain."
"I must obtain the Wind Thunder Fire!"
Zhang Jin was a Third Grade Alchemist, and his soul strength had reached the Early Stage of the Fourth Grade. In his opinion, as long as he could obtain the Wind Thunder Fire, there was a high chance that he would be able to refine a Fourth Grade Elixir and advance to a Fourth Grade Alchemist!
Thinking about this, Zhang Jin revealed a greedy expression and said, "Hand over the Wind Thunder Fire and I promise to spare your life."
"Spare my life? Do you think I am a three-year-old? " Hissing coldly, Ning Yue flicked his finger and the purple flame on his fingertip shot out. With a shocking speed, it arrived before Zhang Jin.
"You are seeking death!"
Staring at the approaching purple flame, Zhang Jin's eyes turned cold. He quickly formed a hand seal and a miniature Yuan Qi barrier appeared before him. It then pressed down on the purple flame.
Chi!
The Wind Thunder Fire was extremely powerful. In an instant, it shattered the Yuan Qi barrier that Zhang Jin had created.
"Hehe, Wind Thunder Fire, bring it on." In the next second, the corner of Zhang Jin's lips curled up. He reached into his robe and took out a black pouch.
"Oh no!"
Looking at the black pouch, Ning Yue's expression changed. He quickly summoned his soul and attempted to summon the Wind Thunder Fire back.
Because he realized that the black pouch that Zhang Jin had summoned was no ordinary item. It was at least of the Heaven Rank!
"You want to escape from the Black Dragon Pouch? Get in here! "
The Black Dragon Pouch suddenly opened up and exploded with a powerful suction force.
Though the Wind Thunder Fire had already been devoured by Ning Yue, it could not resist the powerful suction force of the Black Dragon Pouch and was sucked in.
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