puff!

Yan Zigong wanted to vomit blood.

Damn guy.

Treating his things as your own before you even defeat him?

"Damn!" Yan Zigong roared in a low voice, "You damn guy."

Now he didn't dare to call white-haired boy easily.

Lu Shaoqing looked at Yan Zigong condescendingly, "You are such a rude guy."

Yan Zigong took a deep breath, looked at the surrounding environment, and raised his doubts.

"How did you catch up with me?"

Lu Shaoqing smiled slightly, blinked his eyes, and softly uttered two words, "Guess!"

Oops!

Yan Zigong felt his anger surge suddenly.

Damn guy, really damned.

"I will never let you go!" Yan Zigong became angry and didn't bother to talk nonsense with Lu Shaoqing. With his eyes red, he struck fiercely at Lu Shaoqing.

Boom!

A pair of big hands appeared in the sky, pale as ghost claws, exuding a gloomy aura.

The ghost claw appeared, disappeared into the void with a swish, and appeared in front of Lu Shaoqing the next moment.

Lu Shaoqing snorted, but no movement was seen. Golden sunlight fell from the sky, and the ghost claws dissipated in the sunlight.

Yan Zigong was horrified.

"Wha, what?"

He turned around and ran away again.

It's getting more and more outrageous.

His previous attacks were able to touch Lu Shaoqing.

Even Lu Shaoqing can't touch it now.

What a fart.

Why don't you run and wait to die?

This time Yan Zigong used all his strength and ran away like crazy.

This time, the speed was faster than the speed of running away just now.

He was really frightened.

After running like this, time passed by, and Yan Zigong ran for several months.

It went on and on until finally he felt tired.

After looking back and not seeing Lu Shaoqing's figure, he dared to stop and take a breath.

"call."

He took a few deep breaths, the magical power in his body began to circulate, and his physical fatigue disappeared instantly.

But mental fatigue is not so easy to eliminate.

Lu Shaoqing put so much pressure on him that he thought he would have nightmares in the future.

After regaining his composure, Yan Zigong cursed in a low voice, "Made."

Yan Zigong was very dissatisfied with his performance.

The dignified half-step Immortal Emperor not only failed to gain any advantage in front of Lu Shaoqing, but also ran away like a bereaved dog.

It wouldn't be too embarrassing to spread the word.

What made Yan Zigong feel a little lucky was that no one else saw his embarrassed appearance.

His face was just embarrassing in front of Lu Shaoqing.

"Damn it, if I hadn't been injured, white-haired boy, you would never have been able to defeat me."

Finally, Yan Zigong made an excuse for himself.

He was defeated by Yue before and escaped with difficulty at Yue's hands. He went into seclusion to recover from his injuries, but his injuries have not completely improved yet.

Yan Zigong believed that as long as he was not injured, he would not be afraid of Lu Shaoqing.

However!

As soon as the white-haired boy Yan Zigong shouted, Lu Shaoqing's voice immediately came from above his head,

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"Damn, you're such a rude guy, you're still shouting?"

"Baimao, Baimao, Baimao provoked you?"

Yan Zigong was horrified again, and the blood on his face instantly faded, "How is that possible?"

Over the past few months, he had confirmed again and again that Lu Shaoqing was not chasing after him.

Could it be that I am haunted by a ghost of resentment and I can't get rid of it?

Looking at Lu Shaoqing's figure slowly appearing, with the sun above his head, Lu Shaoqing bathed in the sunshine was like a god descending.

But in Yan Zigong's eyes, he was like a devil, which made him feel cold in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

Looking around, his eyes gradually became unbelievable.

"This, this."

The surrounding environment is exactly the same as before.

He had obviously been on the run for several months, and the distance he had covered was already countless.

Why are you still in the same place?

Did you go around in a circle?

Yan Zigong was already wondering if there was something wrong with his sense of direction.

Otherwise, he couldn't explain why he ran back to where he was.

"You're surprised, aren't you?" Lu Shaoqing said with a smile, "Run, keep running, I'm waiting for you."

No matter how stupid Yan Zigong was, he could still react, "How on earth did you do it?"

Yan Zigong couldn't believe it.

There is no way any magic formation or illusion would work on him.

He is a half-step Immortal Emperor. Even if Lu Shaoqing has amazing spells or terrifying formations, it is impossible for him to achieve this step.

Lu Shaoqing smiled even more happily and said to him, "Guess!"

puff!

Yan Zigong had chest tightness and the urge to vomit blood.

Damn it, hate it, damn it!

He was so mad with hatred, "Damn it, you damn white-haired boy!"

At this point, he couldn't care less.

"I'll kill you, you rude fellow!" Lu Shaoqing immediately became murderous.

Mo Jun waved his sword, and the sword light fell down.

For some reason, Yan Zigong felt that the sword light this time was a bit too bright.

The violent sword intent was even more violent than before.

If the previous sword light was just a rising sun, the current sword light is like the scorching sun at noon, dazzling and dazzling.

Yan Zigong knew that it was useless for him to escape, so he might as well fight to the death.

Find the right opportunity in the fight.

I am also a half-step Immortal Emperor, I don’t believe you can cover the sky with one hand!

Yan Zigong felt furious.

Facing the falling sword light, another magic sword appeared in his hand.

The blade of the blade appears red, like bright and dripping blood.

Yan Zigong spurted a mouthful of blood on the magic sword.
To be continued...