Chapter 88 Pursuit
The sky was dark.

Under the inky sky, bright stars are twinkling, and the cold moon is as bright as a gauze.

Slowly sliding down the earth and mountains.

'Rustle.'

The grass sways without wind.

A figure like a tiger or leopard jumped out from the depths of the darkness. There was almost no sound, only some grass and trees seemed to move in the wind.

As it rises and falls, its paws act like cat mats.

There was silence.

With one leap, he flew out several feet.

In the blink of an eye, it was blown away by the wind. Looking from a distance, only a vague black shadow could be seen.

"Damn it, how can you chase me so well?"

Sun Cheng tilted his eyes slightly and glanced behind him.

Even though he was extremely fast, with his internal energy flowing and his feet constantly switching between light skills to increase his speed, he still couldn't shake off the person behind him.

I ran for more than ten kilometers but still couldn't escape.

"Monster, it's a real monster!"

As Sun Cheng's thoughts moved slightly, he slacked off a little in his Qi circulation.

The speed of the person behind him increased several times, and the distance that was originally dozens of feet was suddenly shortened to a level visible to the naked eye.

"stop."

A voice neither loud nor soft came from behind.

Somewhat soft and cool.

But it seemed to be without any emotion, just floating lightly from his mouth.

In the moonlight, the silhouette of the pursuer emerged.

What was revealed was a handsome and indifferent face. No matter how he moved his Qi or how he chased for dozens of kilometers, his eyes did not change at all.

The spirit is bright and introverted, with no distracting thoughts in the mind.

There is only one person who is the prey, shining in his eyes.

"Feng Baobao, don't think I can't do anything to you!"

Sun Cheng estimated that the remaining internal energy in his body could only maintain his current speed for a few more kilometers, before his condition would be greatly affected.

By then, if a mistake is made.

If caught by other practitioners, his fate would probably be extremely miserable.

However, the stamina of the 'girl' chasing him was not diminished at all. If she slashed with the sword, he would be dead.

In his heart, he cursed Wu Gensheng for having nothing to do.

Sun Cheng finally stopped, turned around, and pulled out the short knife from his waist that was as long as his arm.

Wow~
The sword shines like the moon, and the energy is like flowing water.

Sun Cheng strengthened his inner energy, exerted strength in his arms, and swung the short knife in his hand in an arc from top to bottom, chopping towards Feng Baobao's head!

"Do you really think I can't beat you?"

Sun Cheng's face was ferocious and his sword skills were sharp.

He stepped forward, turned around, drew his sword and chopped. The whole movement was smooth and flowing, without any hesitation or obscurity, and he chopped down on the head of Feng Baobao who was chasing him.

Sun Cheng felt happy.

He had been tasked by the mysterious man to personally deliver a treasure that would cause great turmoil in the spiritual world.

For some unknown reason, the news leaked.

For a time, he was being hunted by practitioners from all major forces in the world, but he could have managed to escape through various means, and he actually did so.

But he happened to meet this monster named Feng Baobao.

His physical strength seems to be endless, his intuition is sharp, any Feng Shui techniques are ineffective against him, and his internal energy is ridiculously full.

Most importantly, the injuries recovered extremely quickly.

Sun Cheng felt that the fight was troublesome and it would be difficult to get away, so he ran away.

Unexpectedly, after running for more than ten kilometers, he failed to get rid of Feng Baobao, and instead consumed a lot of physical strength.

At that moment, I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Death!"

The knife light was like the moon, slashing down.

The mirror-like blade reflected Sun Cheng's ferocious face and Feng Baobao's extremely cold and calm face.

clang!
The short knife paused for a moment.

A brief spark flashed and disappeared.

Under the dagger, a dagger slightly longer than the palm was holding the dagger tightly.

"You're disobedient, little Claw."

Feng Baobao didn't care about Sun Cheng's astonished look. He turned the dagger in his hand and blocked the short knife.

Then draw a semicircle from the right side, cutting towards Sun Cheng's neck.

"Blocked?"

Sun Cheng paused and was stunned for a moment.

He was immediately awakened by the sharp pain in his neck, but being experienced, he did not retreat in panic. Instead, he used the force of the dagger to cut out a half-moon and chopped towards Feng Baobao.

"Do you dare to compete with me in swordsmanship?"

As the sword flashed, Sun Cheng shouted angrily:

"A half-crippled woman, nothing more than a puppet, dares to act so presumptuously in front of me?"

Between the rise and fall of sounds.

Two cold lights, each half a moon.

In an instant, it seemed as if it was connected to a faint cold moon. The high-speed slashing blade stirred up a large amount of airflow, and amidst the buzzing sound, it cut through the wind.

Dangdang Dangdang!
It's just a breath.

Sparks fell from the sky, and rounds of "cold moons" kept flashing in the air. The blades were like shadows, sweeping away large amounts of air.

Both of them are masters.

The power of internal Qi is beyond belief.

With the help of self-strengthening, the speed of attack became faster and faster. In just a breath, the dagger and the sword had crossed each other dozens of times in the air.

Dang~
A crisp sound was heard.

The dagger in Feng Baobao's hand could not withstand the attack, and was cracked with cracks, and finally broke, and was knocked away more than ten meters.

"My dagger."

Feng Baobao turned to look at the dagger and said lightly.

"How dare you be distracted in a life-and-death battle?"

Sun Cheng's face was overjoyed. The strength in his hand increased by another three points. He chopped the dagger in Feng Baobao's hand with one knife and was about to chop off Feng Baobao's head.

The blade created a whistling airflow that rustled the green grass. The blade flickered and chopped the large tracts of flowers and grass into small pieces.

"I know you have a strong ability to recover, and you are somewhat like the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, but if your limbs are cut off, you will not be able to recover in a short period of time."

Sun Cheng looked pleased:
"If you lose your ability to move, don't I have the final say on how to deal with you?"

After saying that, he chopped towards Feng Baobao's head again with the dagger in his hand.

Sun Cheng is also a half-immortal. He gained immortality by working for a mysterious man. He has enjoyed a life of debauchery, wealth and glory.

What does temporary honor and disgrace matter?
How could he have any compassion or seek revenge for his loss? He immediately killed Feng Baobao and was about to cut off her head!

"Oh, so majestic."

Just as the knife flashed towards her and the pain came from her neck, a calm voice came from Feng Baobao's side.

Before the sound had faded, a ray of golden light appeared from the air and supported the dagger.

The blade was like being stuck in a quagmire, unable to move forward an inch.

"You, who are you?"

Sun Cheng wanted to draw his sword, but no matter how hard he tried, it didn't move at all.

I felt bad at the moment.

"The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi. Cultivate for ten thousand calamities to prove my supernatural power."

A seemingly lazy figure walked out from the middle of the night. It was clearly walking slowly, but it seemed as if it could shrink the distance into an inch, and in the blink of an eye it had crossed a distance of dozens of feet.

Manipulating the dazzling golden light, he looked at Sun Cheng with a playful expression.

"How come I didn't know that there was such a person as you in the world?"

The internal Qi surged and changed its shape. Golden light flowed out like water, flowing down from the limbs and bones, quickly occupying the surrounding space.

jump!
Almost instantly.

The dagger in Sun Cheng's hand was shattered by the golden light, and then was sucked into the golden light flowing from the ground, crushing the refined broken knife into powder.

"Xunxian Bureau, Zhang Chulan."

At this time, the voice slowly fell.

Zhang Chulan walked over slowly, the golden light in his hands changing at will, like a dragnet, blocking Sun Cheng's route of movement.

"Sister Baoer, are you okay?"

Zhang Chulan turned around and asked knowingly.

"It's nothing, except that the dagger is broken."

Feng Baobao no longer paid attention to Sun Cheng, bent down to pick up the broken dagger, then stood up and said:
"Hurry up and finish the task, they are still waiting."

This time they came to capture Sun Cheng, the person who spread the news of the "Secret Treasures of Immortals and Gods", and then use this person to open the secret treasures and put an end to the wave of disturbances among the practitioners.

We will meet up with other teams later.

It wasn't just Sun Cheng who was transporting the 'key'. Other teams, including the former leaders of Nadutong and temporary workers, were also in pursuit.

"Well, maybe there's a secret about you in it."

Zhang Chulan nodded, then looked at Sun Cheng and smiled:
"Look, I was planning to try my newest trick on you, but now that Sister Baoer has spoken, there's nothing I can do but get rid of you first."

"By the way, you can't break this golden light."

Looking at Sun Cheng who was like a headless fly, Zhang Chulan shook his head slightly and said:
"After testing, I found that even missiles can hardly blast my golden light. Although you are not weak, don't waste your energy. Just follow me obediently."

The ten-year window period resulted in a life cultivation level that was lower than that of his peers.

But during the few years in the Xunxian Bureau, relying on the special skills given by Zhou Yan and various resources, Zhang Chulan relied on his talent to make up for the ten-year gap.

Even, self-breakthrough.

After the spiritual energy descended, he left his peers far behind.

This Sun Cheng was many times stronger than the four Quan Xing madmen before, but in the hands of Zhang Chulan at this moment, he could not last more than one round.

"you"

Sun Cheng wanted to make his own distinction, but he seemed to see a blurry figure.

It was a tall, lazy young man in Taoist robes. It was also an ordinary day, and he did everything he could to fight him.

As a result, he was almost slapped into the ground.

At this moment, the two figures faintly overlapped.

Especially the golden light, which was exactly the same, and the pair of eyes that seemed to see through everything and be proud of themselves, made Sun Cheng dazed for a moment.

"Zhang Zhiwei"

Sun Cheng raised his arm high, then lowered it:
"I have never fought against either you or your disciple."

Decades ago, he was defeated by Zhang Zhiwei and was disheartened. Fortunately, a miracle happened and he personally led the Jiashen Rebellion and released some secrets.

Now, take action again.

But as fate would have it, he was defeated by such a person again.

His expression became gloomy, and all the internal energy in his body dissipated.

Standing motionless, it seemed that Sun Cheng had given up resistance.

Rumble!
In an instant, the golden light turned into thunder.

Countless electric charges reacted at the same time, and branches of lightning wrapped around Sun Cheng, instantly burning him to a crisp.

There was even a hint of meaty aroma when the wind blew.

"These are just some of my little tricks left over from my play!"

Zhang Chulan glanced at Sun Cheng's hand which was slipping down from his back, and saw a hidden weapon that looked like a lotus falling.

He just sneered.

"Do you really think I'm stupid enough to let my guard down and allow you to do whatever you want when fighting the enemy?"

Zhang Chulan was speechless.

He placed a hidden weapon and his whole body trembled, fearing that others would not see it.

"Sister Baoer, you won't blame me for interrupting him, right?"

Zhang Chulan turned around and said tactfully.

His move just now happened to interrupt Sun Cheng who was mocking and accidentally leaking information. If it had been later, he might have known Sister Baoer's life experience in advance.

So, I said sorry.

"It's nothing. I can't ask you anyway."

Feng Baobao tried to stick the dagger back on, but after several unsuccessful attempts, he put the broken dagger back together and then dusted himself off.

"Let's go, there's still work to do."

Feng Baobao's tone remained calm.

"it is good."

Zhang Chulan was startled, then laughed.

The golden light turned into a rope, pulling Sun Cheng, who was already burnt all over and fell into coma, all the way back to the Xunxian Bureau.

"Then there is the 'Secret Treasure of the Immortal Gods'. We still have a long way to go."

In the deep night, Zhang Chulan looked at the figure in front of him with an inexplicable expression.

(End of this chapter)