Chapter 439

When Ning Zifeng shouted, the post officer turned and looked at him. His eyes were strange, and then he focused on the cook.

Although the cook was fat, he was very flexible and fast. In the chaos of the whip, he was able to retreat all over, and even rushed to the post official and gave him a spoonful.

The carpenter was not idle. After watching for a moment, he sneered and walked to the carriage.

Ning Zifeng was surprised and rushed out with all his strength. The spear in his hand pointed directly at the carpenter's throat. It was very fast, and the sound of breaking the air was heard all the time.

Surprised that Ning Zifeng, who was dying, could still use such a move, the carpenter was surprised in his eyes. Then his spirit gathered in his hand, inspired the axe to rotate and fly out, and directly hit Ning Zifeng's spear.

Click——

A crisp sound came, and the spear broke. The spear was a Lingbao given by a close elder in Ning Zifeng's family. He grew up with Ning Zifeng since childhood and has had deep feelings and indelible ties.

At this time, as soon as the spear broke, Ning Zifeng immediately screamed, spit out a big mouthful of blood, and then fell directly to the ground like a kite with a broken line.

"A dead guy." The carpenter snorted coldly. The axe had rotated and flew back, and kept approaching Ning Zifeng in his hand.

This guy appeared in front of him again and again to hinder him from doing things. He was like an annoying fly. He just solved him here.

Thinking so, the carpenter raised his axe high and a cold flash flashed. Ning Zifeng had closed his eyes.

"Stop!"

Hearing a loud drink from the post station, Yang Xuan flew out, and a golden fist shadow came out, beating the carpenter straight out.

"Brother Yang!" Ning Zifeng shouted in surprise. Then Yang Xuan stumbled and fell in front of him, making his heart sink,

At the moment, Yang Xuan was in rags and his hair was all scattered. He could see a trace of black gas floating from him. It was obvious that he had paid a high price to fight the black gas in the yard before.

The carpenter did not expect that someone would make trouble at the moment. After a cry, he quickly stood up from the ground and looked straight at it. He was surprised.

Why is this boy?

At that time, in the inn outside the city, the carpenter had seen Yang Xuan's means. After killing the scholar and the wine lady, he had the idea of revenge and had been looking for the trace of Yang Xuan.

"I didn't expect to meet you here. It's God's will, Jie!" The carpenter immediately smiled grimly. Looking at the way Yang Xuan fell to the ground at the moment, he knew that he didn't have much combat strength and completely became a soft persimmon.

Yang Xuan was also a heavy complexion. He got up from the ground with great difficulty and looked at the carpenter.

"Little panther, is your method useful? If not, it may be planted here today." Yang Xuan said secretly in his heart that he had put all his hopes on the little panther.

"Don't worry, boy. The dragon soul formula always attaches great importance to breaking and then making four words. You stayed on the second floor for so long because you didn't experience life and death." The little Panther spoke calmly, but she didn't have much confidence in her innermost heart.

"All right, then listen to you!" Yang Xuan took out his wooden sword with his teeth and put on a look of fighting with the carpenter to the end.

In his body, the weak spiritual power like silk gathered rapidly. Although it was nearly exhausted, it still gathered into a thread, which made the wooden sword in Yang Xuan inspire a fire.

"Dare you resist?" The carpenter sneered, picked up his axe and swaggered over. He was already black.

Before he approached, Yang Xuan didn't defend the counterattack. His body flashed and rushed to him. The wooden sword in his hand pointed directly at the carpenter's face with a hot heat wave. The carpenter showed his strange means again, and suddenly turned into a mass of black gas and burst open, avoiding Yang Xuan's sword.

Then black smoke gathered behind Yang Xuan like a carpenter. The axe roared and split Yang Xuan's back. In the blink of an eye, a shocking wound appeared on Yang Xuan.

The severe pain blurred Yang Xuan's consciousness. Then he turned quickly and forced the carpenter back with a sword, taking a deep breath.

From the last fight with the carpenter to now, it's only a few days at most. Yang Xuan feels that the carpenter is like suddenly becoming a sea from a stream. His strength is advancing by leaps and bounds and becomes unfathomable.

Recalling that when he was about to leave, the carpenter stopped the wine Niang and the scholar. Yang Xuan was a little disillusioned. The carpenter probably absorbed their cultivation. After all, there are too many heretical ways for ghost cultivation to improve their cultivation.

Immediately, Yang Xuan despised the carpenter a little more: "step on the corpse of your partner to practice, you will be struck by thunder sooner or later!"

The carpenter smiled coldly: "boy, only if you don't have enough strength will you be split by thunder. People with strong strength have nothing to do even if the nine heavenly gods thunder falls down!"

Having said that, the carpenter rushed over again with a small axe. At the moment, his heart was very swollen. He just wanted to kill Yang Xuan quickly to prove his strength.

This time Yang Xuan didn't attack rashly, but stood in place and waited for the carpenter.

Pooh!

The moment the axe fell, Yang Xuan was quick eyed and quick handed. He took up the wooden sword with both hands and blocked it. However, the axe disappeared like a ghost, and then appeared on Yang Xuan's shoulder, leaving a deep scar again.

Pain!

Yang Xuan had only this idea left in his mind at the moment, but his fighting instinct still made him clench his teeth and thrust a sword forward recklessly.

The carpenter's old skill was repeated, and the whole man became a mass of black smoke again, which made Yang Xuan's sword poke into the air, which was very uncomfortable.

"Hey, boy, if you kneel down to beg for mercy now, maybe I'll let you live!"

"You dream!"

Yang Xuan roared and stabbed a sword again, but the result was the carpenter's unharmed axe.

"You forced me!" The carpenter was fierce in his eyes. After taking back the axe, while Yang Xuan was moving slowly, another axe hit Yang Xuan's waist and cut a wound several inches long. He could vaguely see the thick white bones inside. If Yang Xuan hadn't forged the dragon soul formula, he might have been split into two sections at the moment.

But Yang Xuan finally found a chance. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the blackness of the carpenter, which surprised the carpenter.

Yin Ling Na Yuan hand!