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"As a courtesy, take my move, the lightning strike technique."

After blocking the fireball and water bomb, Wang Cheng roared and pointed his sword at Ning Xiaolei.

With a "crack" sound, a bolt of lightning flew out from his sword and flew towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Ning Xiaolei frowned. He was surprised to find that he didn't seem to have any effective protective spells. In desperation, he could only dodge.

Tianpeng's footwork worked, he moved slightly, and his figure flashed back a few meters away.

The thunder and lightning struck the place where he was standing just now with a loud noise, creating a big hole in the ground.

Although the power is not as powerful as his Yin Thunder Technique, it is still extremely powerful.

"You run really fast, but I don't plan to play with you anymore. I have to get to know you quickly, so that Senior Brother Lei Dong won't be angry."

Wang Cheng frowned, followed a mysterious footwork, and headed straight for Ning Xiaolei.

Seeing that the other party wanted to fight in close combat, Ning Xiaolei showed a sneer in his eyes, which was exactly what he wanted.

The other party's attitude obviously wanted to kill him, so of course he would not be polite to them.

Holding the coiled silk rope in his hand, when Wang Cheng was only four or five meters away from him, he suddenly pulled out the coiled silk rope.

Wang Cheng, who was walking forward, suddenly saw a dark shadow coming towards him and thought something bad in his heart.

But before he could react, he was already tied tightly with a coiled silk rope.

Ning Xiaolei jumped forward and swept forward with his wind-cutting ax, knocking off Wang Cheng's head.

After collecting the silk rope and taking the sword in Wang Cheng's hand, Ning Xiaolei turned around and ran away without saying a word.

With that king-level Lei Dong present, he knew he was no match, so naturally he would not stay to make himself uncomfortable.

Just when he was fighting Wang Cheng, he had already felt the mark of the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman disappear in his mind, which meant that Du Man was dead.

Anyway, Du Man is dead, so there is no harm in giving the reward from the Yanhuang tribe to the Leiyun Sect, and he will get it back when the time comes.

"Junior brother Wang Cheng."

Two extremely frightened and angry shouts came from behind. They obviously did not expect that such a change would happen just after they fought.

In their eyes, the ant they could easily crush to death actually killed their junior brother.

Lei Dong and another Leiyun Sect disciple simply could not accept this fact.

Ning Xiaolei felt extremely happy. Anyone who kills will always be killed.

Ning Xiaolei dared to kill him, and he was impatient with life.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful aura chasing after him, and at the same time a roar came: "You brat, I'm going to kill you and bury you with my junior brother Wang Cheng."

Ning Xiaolei looked back and saw that it was Lei Dong who was chasing him, and the distance between the two was quickly closing.

Startled, Ning Xiaolei hurriedly took out the Bone Cloak and put it on, whipping up a black wind and running away.

He has nine skulls in the Bone Cloak, and he can now activate five of them. Together with the violent wind technique he has mastered, he gradually distances himself from Lei Dong.

Lei Dong obviously didn't expect that Ning Xiaolei would still have this treasure, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Damn boy, you are indeed a demon and you are using such an evil magic weapon." Lei Dong cursed angrily.

Ning Xiaolei curled his lips. The black wind activated by the Bone Cloak looked a bit scary, but he didn't need a blood sacrifice to activate it. He only needed to inject demonic energy. There was no evil in it.

"No, I must catch up with him, otherwise I will lose my dignity."

Lei Dong gritted his teeth. He, a king-level master, chased a cultivator in the early stage of Dacheng, but let the other person run away. He couldn't bear the news of this.

A ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he quickly kneaded the hand in Lei's hand, and wisps of thunder and lightning appeared on his legs.

"Zhu Lei Bu!"

With a low murmur in his mouth, Lei Dong's figure flashed and he was more than ten meters away, quickly chasing after Ning Xiaolei.