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"You came from the cultivation world?" Suddenly, Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and a glint flashed across his eyes.

Whether it was the demon beast egg or the method of using blood to nourish the spirit, or the ability to call out the Disguise Pill's eyesight and the treasure-rank flying sword, all these things added together allowed Chen Feng to judge that this cold man was likely to have come from the cultivation world.

The following cold man's performance made Chen Feng feel that his judgement was correct.

After hearing Chen Feng's words, the cold looking man's body suddenly trembled. The speed of his flying sword also slowed down slightly. In an instant, Chen Feng caught up to him.

Without any hesitation, Chen Feng pointed his finger at the man with a cold expression. The finger that pierced through the mountain brought with it a terrifying force as it went straight for the man's head.

"Swoosh!" The cold-looking man tilted his head, dodging the finger attack, but his speed slowed slightly.

Chen Feng had never thought that his strike would be effective. The man with the cold aura slowed down. It was Chen Feng who had calculated it. At this moment, Chen Feng had already surpassed the man with the cold aura by a single blade. Without hesitation, the autumn water sword beneath Chen Feng's feet suddenly flew up, instantly arriving in Chen Feng's hand. Chen Feng fiercely swung it down, chopping at the man's waist.

Unable to do anything else, the man gritted his teeth and the flying sword beneath his feet detached itself from his feet in an instant. With a "dang", it sealed the horizontal slash of the autumn water sword. Following which, the cold-looking man held a flying sword in his hand as he quickly started attacking Chen Feng.

"Ding ding dang dang" sounds rang out incessantly. Chen Feng and the cold-looking man clashed against each other at a height of ten thousand meters in the air. The two of them were in a free fall position as they rapidly descended.

A fake core stage powerhouse could rely on their true essence to stay in the air for a longer period of time. Thus, even though falling from ten thousand meters might seem like a thrill, it was actually nothing more than a thrill. As expected, right when they were about to reach the ground, Chen Feng's and the cold-looking man's bodies both became sluggish. Like a piece of goose feather, they gently landed on the ground.

"Struggling —" A cold light suddenly flashed and pierced through Chen Feng's figure like lightning. Before the cold-looking man could feel happy, he suddenly felt a sense of danger from behind him. A green light was jumping around recklessly, slashing towards the back of the man's neck at lightning speed. The man sneered. His body moved strangely like a fish. He bypassed the attack of the autumn water sword and attacked Chen Feng once again...

The two sides were fighting fiercely. Within the time of a breath, they had already attacked dozens of times. The fierce fight didn't stop.

"Ding ~ ~" After an unknown amount of time, the tip of the sword clashed, and the strong force collided with the sword. The cold man's body couldn't help but retreat backwards.

"How could that be? She's obviously at the early stage of a fake core. How come your true essence is so much stronger than mine?" The cold man had a hint of redness at the corner of his mouth as he spoke in a flabbergasted manner.

"I didn't expect you to be a sword cultivator. No wonder you were able to fight with me for so long." "However..." Chen Feng let out a cold smile as he waved the autumn water in his hand. "In front of me, you're not even worth looking at!"

"Roar ~ ~ ~" A deep dragon roar sounded and a small white dragon shot out, instantly coiling itself around the autumn water sword's blade.

The white dragon was only two meters long, and looked as if it was carved from white jade. It looked incredibly beautiful. However, the dragon on the dragon's head had a ferocious expression. Its two eyes were as wide as copper bells and gave off a cold aura. One chapter of the dragon's mouth was filled with sharp teeth. As it opened its mouth, streams of cold air gushed out.

Although the size of the dragon was small, its weight was extraordinary. After entangling itself with the autumn water sword, Chen Feng felt his hand sink and almost lose control of it.

"Roaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!" Xiao Long swam along with the autumn water sword and moved toward Chen Feng's body with lightning speed. From his mouth, a stream of cold air was spat out and headed straight for Chen Feng's head. This cold current was so strong that even a fake core stage cultivator would not benefit from it.

At the critical moment, with a "Tai" sound, Chen Feng's mouth suddenly spewed out a beam of red light. The red light emitted a scorching heat that instantly evaporated the stream of cold energy that the white dragon spat out.

The red light hovered in the air like a miniature sun, emanating a blazing heat. It was the Divine Flames of the Earth's Core. After entering the pseudo Core Formation Stage, Chen Feng had become even more adept at controlling the Ground Spirit Fire and could now be used as a preliminary attack weapon.

"This is the Samadhi True Fire? No, that's not right. It is obviously a fake core stage, so why would there be Samadhi True Fire? " The man exclaimed in disbelief.

Chen Feng did not explain. He only controlled the spiritual fire and shot it towards the little white dragon coiled on the autumn water sword.

"Xiaolong, run!" The sword in his hand stabbed towards Chen Feng without a care. Clearly, this white dragon was very important to him.

The little white dragon instantly soared into the air, wanting to dodge the attack of the Spirit Fire. However, as Chen Feng blocked the man's attack, he controlled the spiritual flame and it suddenly exploded. He split it into hundreds of pieces and like a net of fire, shot towards the white dragon from all directions.

After Chen Feng had entered the pseudo Core Formation stage, this technique of controlling flames had become even more natural.

"Hou!" A painful low roar resounded, and the fire net suddenly shrank, enveloping the little white dragon. The white dragon was originally an ice dragon, and its nemesis, fire, was also an even higher grade Soul Fire, which directly harmed its source.

"Xiaolong, come back!" The man shouted with all his might. The flying sword in his hand rippled with a white light, like a lamp in the night, guiding the white dragon on its way back.

"It's too late!" Chen Feng sneered. A sharp light flashed in his eyes as the Spiritual Flame of the Earth abruptly rose.

"HOWL — —" The white dragon let out a sorrowful cry. The coldness in its eyes gradually faded and became hollow. The body that was struggling in midair suddenly weakened and fell straight to the ground. After flopping a few times, it stopped moving.

Chen Feng looked coldly at the dead white dragon, not a trace of guilt in his heart. The path of cultivation was the law of the jungle. No one was right or wrong. There was no mercy for the enemy!

"You killed my Xiaolong, this is my good brother, you actually killed him!?" It's you. You forced me to … I want you dead! " Under the cold man's teary eyes, a surge of blood rose. In the next moment, a red pill appeared in his hand.

"Cultivating Magic Pill?" Chen Feng's expression turned cold as he cried out involuntarily.