Bang bang bang......

Feng Zhengyang let out a loud roar, and the entire fist began to burn with flames, and the fist that landed on Xiaoyao Changsheng's body suddenly splashed out dense sparks, making Xiaoyao Changsheng look like a kaleidoscope.

"Xiaoyaolang, if you don't fight back, I'll count you as a hero!"

Feng Zhengyang's heart was secretly fierce, and the flaming fist bombarded down like a meteorite.

"It's pretty much the same, but unfortunately, the strength is still a little smaller. ”

Xiaoyao Changsheng looked at the wind rising, and his tone was full of ridicule.

Wisps of silver lightning jumped erratically, like silver snakes, and were beaten out by the wind from the acupoints of the body of the free immortal, and a big explosion occurred in unison.

Wisps of lightning passed through the wind's energy shield and landed directly on his body.

The whole body of the wind was suddenly crawling with silver snakes, which instantly made his hair stand on end one by one, and among his seven orifices, green smoke erupted.

Feng Zhengyang's swinging fist suddenly stiffened, and his body trembled involuntarily, but the next moment, Feng Zhengyang suddenly shook his whole body and let out a loud roar, and his two palms suddenly turned purple red.

Bang knock!

The wind was blowing his chest, and the purple mist was released from his chest, a large space, and all the people seemed to have seen the illusion of a mirage.

"Our eldest young master is casting the 'Haotian Heart Mirror'. ”

A disciple of the Qingyue Sect who knew the goods suddenly let out a cheer, as if Feng Zhengyang had performed this kind of stunt, and he could turn defeat into victory.

A piece of mirror light diffuses from the chest of the wind, and the condensation of each piece of light will transform into a windy appearance.

Almost in the blink of an eye, around Feng Zhengyang, there were hundreds of energy figures, and each figure contained the same energy breath as Feng Zhengyang.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The silver snake that was climbing on the body of Feng Zhengyang, under the light of the purple light, was finally cut into pieces, and then turned into silver shards and fell to the ground.

"Xiaoyaolang, take my shot!"

The wind was raising its voice and shouting, and the purple energy figure formed a purple torrent, all of which flew towards the Immortal Being.

The purple torrent passed through the void, and when it reached the top of the head of the free immortal, it suddenly became purple and turned into a huge purple moon disk.

"Haotian Heart Mirror, Devour the Yuan Soul!"

As soon as the wind was moving, beams of purple mirror light containing strange power shone on the body of the free immortal.

The figure of the free immortal was instantly overwhelmed by the dazzling purple light, and at this opportunity, Feng Zhengyang's hands were staggered, forming a strange imprint.

One by one, like a crescent moon, they began to cut through the body of the immortal.

"I want to see how strong your flesh is?"

The palm of the wind is rising, cruising rapidly, and in an instant, on the face, neck, chest, and limbs of the free and immortal...... It's as if a ban has been imposed.

The figure of the free immortal looked immobile, as if it was really countered by the wind.

"This kid, is it a silver-like pewter spearhead, can't he be a straw bag pretending to be the king of the mountain, right? Is he really a free man? It can't be someone impersonating to deceive, right?"

Several Great Elders glanced at each other, and they all had the same opinion on each other.

On the other hand, Kua Lingyu and Tang Chaoyang had a calm face, like an outsider, and they didn't care about the life and death of the free immortal life at all.

Seeing that Xiaoyao Changsheng was imprisoned in place by Feng Zhengyang, Feng Qingyue suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, and it was really a wisest decision for him to secretly send his son to other sects to cultivate.

Feng Zhengyang went to other sects to steal teachers to learn art, it was a secret that would not be known to the third person, so Feng Qingyue would be tight-lipped when she dreamed, you must know that once such a secret is leaked, it will not bring their father and son a crisis of unprotected status, and it will even bring the entire sect to a situation from which it will never recover.

Feng Qingyue's goal is to cultivate Feng Zhengyang into an outstanding core figure, as long as everything goes well, Feng Zhengyang will become the youngest sect master of Qingyue Sect.

"Boy, let me add a fire to you. ”

Seeing that Xiaoyao Changsheng was imprisoned on the ground, the wind was raising and smiling, still imprinting the crescent moon marks on Xiaoyao Changsheng's body,

Thundered!

The heavy thunder sound suddenly bloomed from the immovable Immortal Being's body, and before it could pass through the void, many cultivators felt a heavy blow on the tip of their hearts, and their minds suddenly became as if they had been filled with lead.

On the body of Xiaoyao Changsheng, wherever the thunder sound appeared, the crescent moon marks were shattered like firecrackers and turned into a little purple light.

Bang!

The Haotian Heart Mirror in Feng Zhengyang's hand was shattered without warning, followed by Feng Zhengyang's muffled snort, only to feel the sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Bang!

As the crescent moon mark on Immortal Joy gradually shattered, the wind was rising and suffering from the backlash of purple light again and again.

Above the void, Feng Zhengyang's hands that had applied the mark couldn't help but tremble, and every time he took a breath, his Yuan Force would inexplicably weaken a point, such a terrifying sight made his pupils fill with a strong color of horror.

"Damn, how can this be?"

Feng Qingyue screamed secretly,

All the elders of the Qingyue Sect also looked at the scene in front of them with blank expressions, unable to understand why the Immortal Freedom could break all the blockades of Feng Zhengyang in a backhand.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt exploded in Feng Zhengyang's mind, and Feng Zhengyang only felt dizzy for a while, and almost fell from the void with an upside-down onion.

Poof!

Mouthfuls of blood shot out of Feng Zhengyang's mouth uncontrollably, and on his robe, it was like countless bright flowers blooming.

The thunder and lightning that was immersed in the sea of his primordial soul, with the destruction of one destructive force after another, the consciousness of the primordial soul that was rising in the wind could not be suppressed.

"Chong'er, take back the Haotian Heart Mirror, come back quickly!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Qingyue suddenly shouted, ordering Feng Zhengyang to get out of the control of Xiaoyao Immortal.

At the same time, all the elders suddenly changed color, and the carefree immortal in front of them seemed to be an ancient fierce beast that had broken free from its shackles and completely grasped the fate of Feng Zhengyang.

"Big young master, don't you want to get out of the way without paying a little price for what you did, don't you think it's wrong?"

In the pupils of the carefree immortal, a stream of electric light swam, and each lightning ray was imprinted with his unique spiritual thoughts, and began to bombard the windy Sanhai.

"Xiaoyaolang, you bastard, I'll fight with you!"

The bleeding wind was rising, his eyes suddenly widened, and in the depths of his eyes, there were two small moon rings, a majestic force, like a volcanic eruption, from his eyes, and suddenly, the eyes of the wind were rising, like a pair of searchlights, where they passed, space distorted, whirlpools and storms swept in.

"Feng'er, don't ......"

Feng Qingyue's face was bloodless, and in the shouting, the volley was empty, and it shot towards the free immortal.

The desperate wind was blowing, and in his dazzling eyes, there was more and more purple brilliance, but his body became visible to the naked eye and shrunk, and his whole body energy essence seemed to be burned, and the whole figure became hideous and terrifying.

"Young Master Feng, don't say that you hurt yourself to deal with me, even if you blow yourself up, you will hit your head against the wall, and you will definitely lose. ”

With a wave of his palm, a thunder beast with a ball of thunder and lightning light wrapped around its body let out a thunderous roar that shook the sky, waiting for Feng Qingyue's sudden attack.

Above the void, Feng Qingyue pushed with both hands, and a bright cyan wreath came with a strange chanting sound, which contained a bold phantom.

Bang!

The cyan garland surrounded the phantom of the thunder beast, and under the bombardment of both of them, it exploded into a sky full of energy flames, and Feng Qingyue's figure was shocked by the energy wave swept by the big explosion and retreated dozens of meters before stabilizing its figure.

"Xiaoyaolang, don't fight, the dog is ignorant, he offended the honorable driver, and the old man is here to make amends. ”

After his figure was forced to retreat, Feng Qingyue understood that even if he tried his best to exhaust the strength of the entire Qingyue Sect, he was not the opponent of Xiaoyao Changsheng, so he immediately took the opportunity to admit defeat and surrender to Xiaoyao Changsheng, hoping that Xiaoyao Changsheng could spare his son's life.

As soon as he heard that Feng Qingyue was willing to bow to the wind, Xiaoyao Changsheng took the opportunity to get off the donkey by the slope, and as soon as his palm was closed, the thunder and lightning on Feng Zhengyang's body began to fly, and they all drilled into the acupoints of Xiaoyao Changsheng's body.

For Xiaoyao Changsheng, his move was just to deter all the cultivators of the Qingyue Sect, and he didn't really want Feng Zhengyang's life, Feng Qingyue gave in on the spot, at least Feng Qingyue recognized the current form.

Poof!

When the thunder and lightning above Feng Zhengyang's body disappeared, Feng Zhengyang tilted his head, his eyes were horizontal, and he fainted directly.

Sou!

Feng Qingyue stretched out her hand, Feng Zhengyang's figure fell in front of him, and when all the wind was raising her pulse, when she was sure that there was no worry about her life, Feng Qingyue finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Comprehended the power of Xiaoyao Changsheng, Feng Qingyue's eyes rolled, but he didn't think that this was a bad thing, the so-called misfortune and blessing relied on, and the blessing and misfortune were lurking, and Saiong lost his horse, and he didn't know if it was a blessing, since Xiaoyao Changsheng came to take the initiative to show goodwill, if he didn't know Feng Qingyue again, it would really be a matter of no eyes.

After whispering to a few great elders, Feng Qingyue clasped her fists at Xiaoyao Changsheng and smiled: "If the Xiaoyao Sect Master is a guest of Qingyue Sect, then of course the old man is welcome, and the hospitality is not considerate, please bear with me." ”