Chapter 164: Desperate Counterattack

  "Whoosh!"

  A figure flashed by at high speed, and the strong wind it brought also blew the forest below into a rustling sound, with countless leaves flying up in all directions.

  "Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

  Not long after that figure passed by, five more figures appeared. The first was an old man in white clothes with a white beard, his eyes also flashing with a hint of coldness as he stared at the slender figure in front of him.

  The two middle-aged men behind him were obviously weaker than the old man in white, and their bodies were also about thirty feet behind the old man. The last two people felt a bit struggling under such high-speed flight, and their bodies fell behind the old man by more than 100 feet, among whom there was a thin and tall figure, who was Fang Qian of the Nan Shan Seven Heroes.

  "This little guy's cultivation isn't high, how can his mystical power be so abundant?" Fang Qian cursed in a low voice, with sweat all over his forehead, but he still couldn't bother to wipe it off.

  He originally thought he had found Mu Feng's trail and that catching up to him would be a matter of seconds, but unexpectedly Mu Feng's speed was astonishingly fast, almost on par with Da Ge and Er Ge's speed, and not much different from Bai Hu Fa's speed either.

  They have been practicing the mysterious and subtle art for nearly half a day, which is an enormous burden for most of the strong Shapers. After all, even the strong Shapers are still somewhat struggling with this mysterious and subtle art.

  However, what surprised Bai Huofa and others was that Mu Feng had been traveling at a high speed for nearly half a day without showing any signs of slowing down.

  In the heart of Mu Feng, who was speeding ahead, he was also secretly suffering. If it weren't for relying on the tyrannical way of Flame Sun and the subtlety of Nine Shadows Transformation Step, he would have been caught up by the five people behind him long ago. However, despite this, after more than half a day's escape, his internal Xuanli had also begun to show signs of exhaustion.

  These days, the mysterious energy in his body has been drying up several times, but what makes Mo Feng feel surprised is that every time it dries up, the amount of mysterious energy that the crystal in his lower abdomen can hold increases by a little more.

  Although this discovery delighted Mu Feng for a moment, under the pursuit of Bai Huofa and others, if the Xuanli in his body really dried up, then what awaited him was the fierce attack of the five people behind him and their cold killing intent.

  So he didn't dare to slack off, and after swallowing a handful of Xuanli Dan, he hastily refined it with the Huoyang Baxue, maintaining the Xuanli energy needed for his own Xuanxu.

  "I'll go ahead, you follow later." Bai Hu Fa frowned and shouted, his voice had not yet fallen. His figure suddenly accelerated by 30%, getting closer to the silhouette in front of him.

  The White Guardian chased after him, and the four people behind him let out a sigh of relief, slowing down their pace as they descended slowly into the mountain forest below.

  They didn't have much elixir left. Nor did they have a powerful technique like the Blazing Sun Fist, so the Xuanli energy inside their bodies had long been depleted. If it weren't for Bai Hu's voice, they could only hold on, but their speed would definitely slow down.

  Bai Hu Fa also saw this and abandoned the four of them, chasing after him alone.

  "Where are you going, little one?" Bai Hu Fa shouted in a deep voice, his body also slowly closing in on Mu Feng. Looking at him, he also had a set of powerful martial arts skills that were not weak.

  Mo Feng turned his head back and took a look, only to find that there was only one old man in white clothes. However, he didn't seem surprised either, it wasn't until those four people were dragged away that he felt something was strange.

  Although there was only one white-robed old man, Mu Feng didn't dare to relax for a moment. The opponent was a genuine top-notch expert in the Shaping Realm's peak period of Great Perfection, and with just him alone, it wouldn't be difficult to kill himself.

  After flying at high speed for nearly two hours, the old man in white finally caught up, his right palm grasping an empty fist. A mysterious force suddenly formed a palm print on Mofeng's back, and then slapped down violently towards Mofeng's back.

  Mufeng also sensed the danger fluctuations coming from behind, and the Xuanling giant sword appeared in his hand, turning back to slash out with a single sword.

  "Boom!"

  The pinnacle of the Form Boundary's peak period, a majestic and powerful palm print condensed from the gathering of numerous strong practitioners. Is it something that Mo Feng can easily catch up to at present?

  Mo Feng only felt a surge of great power coming from the Xuanling Giant Sword, his entire body was like being struck by lightning, the blood in his body churned, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out. The Xuanling Giant Sword in his hand almost fell out, and he plummeted downwards towards the mountain forest below like a shooting star.

  "Hmm!"

  The old man in white robes snorted coldly and his figure also rushed away violently. From the look of it, he wouldn't stop until he killed Mu Feng.

  Although Mo Feng suffered a heavy blow, he did not panic. Instead, he put the Xuanling giant sword into the Void Stone, activated his Xuanli, calmed down the surging Qi and blood, and slowed down his falling speed.

  Bang!

  Although his body shape was slow and slow, with branches as a buffer, Mu Feng still smashed out a big pit on the mountain, dispersing all the surrounding monsters.

  But after landing, he didn't hesitate for a moment, nor did he bother to check his injuries. Instead, he slapped the ground with both palms and used the recoil force to dash deep into the mountain forest. He knew that if he hesitated slightly, he would be caught up by the white-robed old man.

  The next moment, the old man in white appeared behind him, with a playful smile on his face like a cat catching a mouse.

  However, with many towering trees blocking the way, the speed of the white-robed old man was also slowed down a lot, and for a while, he kept a certain distance from Mufeng again.

  "Little kid, let you run, wait until the injuries in your body take effect, I'll see how you can still run?" The white-clothed old man's face flashed a cold smile, and his figure was leisurely hanging behind Mu Feng.

  The peak of the Form Boundary's Great Perfection, this palm's power was indeed not to be underestimated. It wasn't until now that Mufeng clearly felt that the palm had also caused some injuries to himself. The meridians in his body were either more or less damaged, which hindered the operation of his Flame Yang Dominance Technique, and his physical speed suddenly slowed down a lot.

  Since we can't escape, let's fight it out with you and see who dies first!

  Mo Feng's face flashed with a hint of cruelty, and he actually stopped in his tracks, coldly staring at the approaching white-robed old man.

  "Why not escape?" The old man in white clothes sneered, having been tracking Mu Feng for days and suffering a lot of hardships. His hatred for Mu Feng had also been accumulating, to the point where he wanted to tear him apart to vent his anger.

  Mo Feng didn't respond, but instead urged the Yan Yang Bao Jue, calming the turbulent Qi and blood in his body, repairing the damaged meridians, and adjusting himself to an optimal state.

  He also knew that the strength of this White Guardian was beyond imagination. It would be extremely difficult for him to defeat his opponent. However, if he continued to flee like this, he would definitely be dragged to death.

  Although the odds of winning are extremely low, I must fight to the death, otherwise today next year will really become my own unlucky day.

  "Little one, go die for old man."

  The old man in white robes made a big grab with his hand, and a mysterious force quietly formed, right above Mu Feng's head.

  A dangerous aura enveloped the surroundings, and Mufeng's palm grasped tightly, the Xuanling giant sword reappeared, and Yangyang poured in without reservation. The black sword body hummed, and a series of patterns emerged with eerie red light, as if slowly crawling out.

  As Mufeng's cultivation improved over these days, the power of the Xuanling Giant Sword seemed to have increased by 30%.

  "Mystic Spirit Silver Body Technique!"

  Mo Feng let out a low shout, and the dazzling silver light also enveloped him. A surge of exceptionally powerful energy spread out from his body. A strong gust of wind emanated from Mo Feng's body, sweeping away all the dry leaves and branches around him.

  The Xuanling giant sword's black awn surged, finally transforming into a single, overbearing sword awn that fiercely chopped towards the massive Xuanli hand.

  "Boom!"

  The black sword's edge, carrying a majestic and powerful aura, heavily struck the giant palm, causing an earth-shaking sound to erupt in the mountains. The ripples of the aura were like a violent storm, shattering all the surrounding trees and even scraping off a layer of mud from the ground, sending dust flying everywhere, as if it had just rained mud.

  Mo Feng was also blown back dozens of feet by the strong wind, but with his body steady, he stomped his foot on the ground and rushed towards the white-robed old man, instantly creating five residual shadows.

  When the fifth shadow appeared, Mufeng's breath also reached a peak. The Xuanling giant sword danced, and the black sword shadows floated in the sky, crazily shrouding the white-robed old man.

  "You have guts, but this kind of strength is still far from enough." The white-robed old man didn't expect Mu Feng to counterattack instead of retreating, and even took the initiative to attack him. Although he admired Mu Feng's courage, after all, the gap between their strengths was too great, so he shook his head and sneered.