Chapter 132 Congenital Killer

"Swish!"

A powerful sound of breaking through the air came towards Ye Feng's position. Situ Reading

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It was a straight arrow with a little lightning on the arrow body.

This arrow came without any sign, but the target was very clear, that is Ye Feng.

The arrow was like a falling meteor, with a breath of lightning steaming, which was heart-stirring.

It was actually pierced directly from an unknown distance.

"Is there anyone else?"

Ye Feng was shocked. Fortunately, his mental power could control every move within a radius of ten feet. Even though he killed Huang San, Ye Feng was always vigilant, which made him notice the abnormality one step ahead of time.

In a flash, he pounced forward, and his whole body rolled out in a very embarrassed manner.

The arrow that could penetrate the fine iron was finally noticed by Ye Feng in advance, and he was a little slower. It was this breath of time that allowed Ye Feng to barely avoid it.

Bang!

The powerful Yuan Qi penetrated the lava stone wall, and the arrow penetrated the place where Ye Feng had just stood. After a cluster of sparks exploded on the hard lava, a long "hum" sounded, and the rock wall made a harsh vibration sound, shaking the stone chips and cracking like a spider web.

"Yuan Qi resonance?"

Ye Feng's heart was throbbing. If it weren't for his outstanding mental power, even if the sensing distance was reduced by one or two feet, he would have no chance to dodge this arrow.

The Yuan Qi power carried in the arrow is definitely not something that an ordinary half-step innate perfect warrior can possess.

The one who can shoot this arrow must be an innate martial artist.

"Innate!"

When Ye Feng thought of these two words, he couldn't help but take a breath.

This Hua Tianli actually spared no expense and even invited an innate martial artist?

An innate martial artist is fundamentally different from a half-step innate.

If a half-step innate can only barely borrow the innate Yuan Qi, then after successfully entering the innate, the warrior will have a significant improvement in strength, defense, reaction speed and mental power.

A congenital martial artist can easily kill three to five half-step congenital masters who have not broken through that layer of membrane.

Not to mention that Ye Feng consumed a lot of his true energy and strength in the previous fierce battle, and was injured in the self-explosion of the evil wind demon tiger. Even if he is still in peak condition, with his strength, he may not be able to defeat a martial artist who has just entered the congenital stage.

Without leaving him too much time to think, another arrow, domineering and unmatched, shot towards his figure like a meteor.

The arrow that broke through the air seemed to have eyes.

"The congenital martial artist who has not undergone mental training has a range of about four or five feet. This person's range of mental awareness must be even wider when using arrows. I can find him, and he can find me, and it may even be wider than my detection range."

Using arrows is different from using swords.

Using arrows requires locking the target, and the requirements for mental strength are higher.

In other words, in front of this congenital martial artist, Ye Feng's advantage in detection range, which he was proud of, was completely offset.

Fortunately, this place is full of hard lava, which is conducive to hiding the body, which more or less limits the use of archery.

If it were a flat land, Ye Feng would never be able to escape the pursuit of the innate archery master.

Holding a short iron stick in his hand, Ye Feng, hiding behind a rock wall, slowly controlled his emotions.

His tenacious mental advantage was reflected at this moment. The more critical the moment, the calmer Ye Feng's mood.

"Chat..."

A hoarse and gloomy laugh sounded in the darkness.

"You are really capable. I didn't expect that even Huang Laosan was defeated and died in your hands."

The cold-blooded killer hidden in the dark was like a messenger from hell. Not only was his means sinister, but even his voice carried a creepy sense of horror.

It seemed that the death of one of his companions at the hands of Ye Feng was like the death of an ant, which had no effect on him at all.

"No need to hide. It's useless to hide in front of me, the 'Soul Chaser'. I advise you to commit suicide obediently, so as not to fall into my hands and suffer torture, chatter..."

Swish!

Another arrow blasted towards Ye Feng's hiding place from a tricky angle.

Ye Feng was helpless. The opponent's locking ability was really abnormal.

No matter how he hid, it seemed that he could not escape the opponent's spiritual awareness range. From beginning to end, Ye Feng didn't know where the innate killer who called himself "Soul Chaser" was hiding.

What to do?

There was no way out and no time to think. In a flash, only one thought flashed through his mind, that is - run.

Run quickly. As long as you can run out of the range of the innate killer's spiritual awareness, you will have a chance to survive.

However, the premise is that you must withstand the opponent's attack.

Withstanding the attack at the moment of exposure, you may be able to survive, but if you continue to stay where you are and wait for the innate killer to approach, it will be a situation of no life.

Fight.

After thinking for a while, Ye Feng took out a broad-bladed long sword from the storage space and hung it on his back. This low-grade spiritual weapon obtained from Huang San's storage ring had a blade of 20 centimeters and could more or less play a defensive role.

At this moment, he had no choice but to rush out, hoping that the next arrow of the innate killer would not be aimed at his head.

Three...

Two...

One...

Gritting his teeth, Ye Feng suddenly jumped out from behind the rock wall.

Whoosh...

The sound of the arrow came in an instant.

Ye Feng could clearly feel the trajectory of the arrow that shot at him like thunder. The more dangerous it was, the calmer he became. When the arrow approached him, he used all his energy on his back, then turned his body slightly and adjusted the amplitude of his body.

Clang...

The violent collision caused the low-grade spiritual weapon broad-blade sword to break into two pieces.

Ye Feng's throat felt sweet, and he rushed forward. After a stumble, his speed increased a lot. Although he was almost knocked unconscious by the powerful vitality, he was pushed by the strong force from the back, and his momentum of rushing forward was three times faster.

He didn't care about the severe pain from his back, and he didn't even dare to slow down his steps. With a flash of his body, Ye Feng rushed forward in a panic.

After three or two flashes, his figure disappeared.

"Huh..."

A light cry came from the darkness behind him.

It seemed that even the "Soul Chaser" himself had never thought that the other party would use such a risky and weird method to break out under the cover of his spiritual consciousness.

"This guy... is really unexpected..."

A thin figure in black appeared. After saying this, he looked in the direction where Ye Feng fled without panic, with a cruel smile in his eyes.

If Ye Feng was beside him, he would definitely find that this "Soul Chaser" also had a token similar to Huang San's on his waist. The two were very similar, and it seemed that there was only a slight difference in the material...

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