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After blocking the Fireball Water Bullet, Wang Cheng growled and the Longsword pointed at Ning Xiaolei.    

With a crackling sound, a bolt of lightning flew out from his sword at an extremely fast speed.    

Ning Xiaolei frowned. He realized that he did not have any defensive spell so he could only dodge.    

Circulating his Roc Footwork, he moved his feet slightly and retreated a few meters away in a flash.    

The bolt of lightning struck where he had been standing, creating a large hole in the ground.    

Although its power was not as strong as his Dark Thunder Art, it was still extremely powerful.    

"You ran quite fast, but I do not plan on playing with you anymore. I need to quickly understand you so that senior brother Lei Dong will not be angry."    

Wang Cheng frowned and used a mysterious footwork technique to charge straight at Ning Xiaolei.    

Seeing that the other party wanted to engage in close combat, Ning Xiaolei's eyes revealed a hint of a sneer, which was just what he wanted.    

The other party's attitude clearly meant that they wanted to take his life. He naturally wouldn't be polite with them.    

Holding the Coil Cord in his hand, when Wang Cheng was only four or five meters away from him, he suddenly threw out the Coil Cord.    

Wang Cheng, who was walking forward, suddenly saw a black shadow dashing towards him and thought to himself, "This is bad."    

Without waiting for his response, he had already been firmly tied up by the Coil Cord.    

Ning Xiaolei leaped forward as the Wind Axe swept over and directly beheaded Wang Cheng.    

After putting away the Coil Cord and taking the sword in Wang Cheng's hands, Ning Xiaolei turned around and ran without saying anything else.    

With that King's Realm Lei Dong present, he knew that he was no match for him, and naturally wouldn't stay behind to fend for himself.    

When he was fighting with Wang Cheng just now, he had already felt the Thousand Mile Tracking Sigil disappear from his mind. This meant that Du Mann was already dead.    

In any case, Du Mann was already dead, so there was no harm in giving the Yanhuang Sect that bit of reward over to Thundercloud Sect.    

"Junior brother Wang Cheng."    

Two angry shouts came from behind them. They clearly didn't expect this kind of change to happen in a single exchange.    

In their eyes, ants that could be casually crushed were actually able to kill their junior apprentice-brother.    

Lei Dong and the other Thundercloud Sect disciple had no way of accepting this fact.    

Ning Xiaolei was extremely happy in his heart. Those who kill will always be killed by others.    

He must be tired of living to dare to have the guts to attack Ning Xiaolei.    

At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful aura chasing closely behind him. At the same time, an angry roar sounded out, "Stinky brat, I'm going to kill you. Die with my junior brother Wang Cheng."    

Ning Xiaolei turned around to take a look and saw that it was Lei Dong chasing him. The distance between the two was quickly closing.    

Ning Xiaolei jumped in fright. He quickly took out his white cloak and put it on. Then, he rolled up a black wind as he ran away.    

He could now activate five of the nine skulls from the white bone cloak. With the help of the Gale Technique that he had mastered, he gradually pulled away from Lei Dong.    

Lei Dong also did not expect Ning Xiaolei to have such a treasure. His expression immediately changed.    

"Damned brat, you truly are fiendish demons. You actually use this sort of Evil Magic Treasure." Lei Dong scolded.    

Ning Xiaolei twitched his mouth. The black wind released by the cloak looked a little scary, but he didn't need any blood sacrifice. All he needed to do was to inject demonic energy into it.    

"This won't do. I must catch up to him or else, I, Lei Dong, won't have any face left."    

Lei Dong gritted his teeth. He was a King's Realm expert, yet he let a cultivator of the early stage run away. If word of this got out, he would be embarrassed.    

A hint of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes. Lei Dong's hand quickly formed a seal and streaks of lightning appeared on his legs.    

"Lightning Chasing Steps!"    

As he muttered to himself, Lei Dong's figure flashed and appeared more than ten meters away. He quickly chased after Ning Xiaolei.