Zhou Jia has a strong body, and his ax and shield weigh hundreds of kilograms. Even for a high-level warrior, it is a weight that cannot be ignored.

Performing Qinggong is even more cumbersome.

But at this moment, his body was like catkins, flying in the wind.

With just a slight tap under his feet, his whole body was like a leaf gliding in the strong wind, flying forward silently and extremely fast.

A flash is several feet long.

Outside the city, apart from cultivated fields, there were dense jungles and disorderly branches, which could not slow down his movement.

The farmers and mountain people who passed by only felt like a flower before their eyes and disappeared.

Like a ghost!

"Whoosh!"

The figure flickers and floats lightly on the top of the tree.

The leaves gently bowed their heads downward due to the force, but the branches seemed not to notice it and continued to sway with the wind without feeling heavy at all.

Zhou Jia put his hands behind his back and looked down with an indifferent expression.

By regularly taking the juice of Mikong Grass, his body feels like all the orifices are open, transparent and smooth, and his energy surges, almost without being restricted by his body.

Coupled with the blessing of the talent of listening to the wind, you can feel the flow of air and wind.

This also makes his light body skills more sophisticated, changeable, and able to do whatever he wants.

Be quick!

It’s light!

Can be slow!

"call……"

With his clothes flying in the wind, Zhou Jia's figure fell silently from the top of the tree, his feet stepping on the soft fallen leaves without making any sound.

The strong body and invisible pressure silenced the chirping of birds and insects around him.

not far away.

A corpse was sitting against the tree, and a sword stood beside the corpse.

Half of the corpse's body was charred as black as carbon, while the other half was colorful and its face was ferocious and twisted. One look at it showed that it had endured great pain before death.

Qin Guyan!

He died after all.

The cause of death was not the fire and thunder detonated under the bedroom, but the poisonous arrow in the hand of the secret guard.

If it was just the fire and thunder, he would have been seriously injured at most, but when he was escaping, he was hit by a hidden arrow, and after the poison was released, there was no cure.

In this situation, it will undoubtedly be a burden to continue carrying it around.

As a last resort.

The fugitives left him behind.

Zhou Jia was not surprised at all by this result.

The secret guards of the Tianhu Gang are all elite members of the gang, most of whom are masters of the seventh rank or above. They usually deal with Qin Guyan's father figures, masters of the tenth rank.

It is easy to surround and suppress a few juniors while waiting for work.

"Ho ho..."

"Card!"

Weird noises came from the corpse.

The already dead body suddenly straightened up, its neck twisted, and a pair of lifeless eyes stared at Zhou Jia.

"Well……"

The sudden change did not move Zhou Jia's face.

He raised his head and looked at the blood moon in the sky. With a wave of his hand, lightning shot out of the double-edged ax behind his back, piercing the corpse's chest and nailing the corpse to the tree.

Within the ax blade, thunder exploded.

"boom!"

The electric light flashed, sweeping away the evil energy, and the violent force tore apart everything around it, and the mutated corpses immediately turned into ashes.

There was only one axe, shining with electric light, which penetrated deep into the trunk of the tree.

Zhou Jia stepped forward, raised his hand and pulled out the sword beside him, and flicked it lightly, making a clanging sound.

Although this sword is not a Black Iron Mystic Weapon, it is no longer an ordinary weapon. It cuts iron like clay as if it were nothing. It is also a top-notch weapon at the ordinary level.

He shook his sword, pulled out his double-edged axe, glanced deep into the forest, and turned back with a calm expression.

a long time.

The ground trembled not far away, and a pale-faced Fu Qiwu jumped out from the ground.

Two more women and one man appeared one after another.

"Solid words!"

Half of her cheeks were burnt, and her white phoenix eyes were full of sadness. She cried softly, and her delicate body fell to the ground weakly, trembling continuously.

"Let's go!"

Fu Qiwu covered his chest and coughed twice:

"If he finds out something is wrong and comes back, none of us can escape."

"Brother." Fu Shuyi spoke in a low voice, her voice cautious:

"Is that person so powerful?"

Fu Qiwu's face darkened.

He has been in the tenth rank for seven years. He has a profound foundation and will soon be able to attack black iron. The martial arts he has learned are also extraordinary. He also has mysterious weapons in his hands and has extremely rich fighting experience.

Ask yourself, even if you face a master who is new to black iron, you still have the power to resist.

Before this trip, he even felt that the plan was a bit unnecessary. As long as he took action, he would be able to capture Zhou Jia and force the opponent to let him go.

In order to prevent the other party from making a desperate move, others were allowed to take action first and lure away the guards around Zhou Jia. This was foolproof.

Never thought...

Fu Qiwu's eyes shrank with fear.

The aura on that man's body was strong, and his ax skills were terrifying, like a strong black iron man. He was almost helpless in front of the opponent.

The strength that I was once proud of was crushed like a torrent.

In the situation at that time, I was afraid that no one could see that the man who was struggling to support Zhou Jia was actually the famous Black Eagle, who once despised a certain black iron master.

Master?

His face was bitter and his heart was filled with chills:

"Let's go!"

"Ahem..."

"Fortunately, this person's Qinggong is not very good, otherwise we would not be able to escape. Is there some weird bloodline in Zhou's body?"

"never mind!"

Fu Qiwu waved his hand:

"We'll go back to the Eagle's Nest first."

He only carried the opponent's ax a few times, but he was already seriously injured. He also watched his brother die tragically, and now he doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

Fu Shuyi nodded, helped up the weak and crying Bai Feng, and flew away into the distance.

The figures of several people disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a while.

A figure landed lightly on the ground, looking in the direction where several people were leaving, with thoughtful eyes.

The person who came was none other than Zhou Jia.

He pondered for a moment and stepped forward, faster than a few others and more agile and swift.

Shortly after.

Somewhere at the foot of a mountain.

Zhou Jia stopped and looked up at the mountain peaks wrapped in thick white mist. His eyes narrowed and there was an unexpected surprise in his eyes.

Source Star!

In my mind, the Apokolips star flickered slightly.
To be continued...