"Hey...... What, you're scared now? Feng Yi sneered and looked at Long Sha and said.

Although Long Sha was extremely reluctant to admit it, the feeling in his heart at this time clearly told him that he was really scared.

Ten first-class masters, all of them died in the blink of an eye, and the seven orifices were bleeding, and the death was extremely miserable, no matter who was born in this matter, no one could help but feel fear. Especially the dead are still his companions who get along with him day and night, and have a very good relationship.

Seeing the silence on Long Sha's ugly face, Feng Yi laughed miserably, and slowly moved his feet towards him, Long Sha's heart jumped violently, and he subconsciously stepped back.

"Sure enough! You're scared. Okay, I don't want to kill more evil today, I'll give you a chance, you can go now, go far, I'll spare you from dying! ”

Listening to Feng Yi's words, Long Sha subconsciously turned around, and just when Feng Yi thought he was leaving, Long Sha's body suddenly spun and roared, ": I killed you stinky boy!" ”

With a roar, the right palm of the dragon slammed towards the wind like thunder. The strong palm wind swept through the void, making a rumbling sound, and the dragon fire rose into the air like a dragon, carrying the power of heaven and earth, and pressed towards the wind with anger.

Feng Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly, the power he had accumulated in half an hour just now had been used up, and he was really helpless in the face of Long Sha's earth-shattering blow.

Faced with the imminent death, Feng Yi's heart was surprisingly quiet. It's not ordinary stillness, it's death-like stillness.

No matter how high the wind and waves are, I will not move, and the ripples will not be born!

At this moment, everything became indifferent, insignificant, and insignificant.

But Feng Yi himself seems to be infinitely magnified and magnified, lying between heaven and earth, and a domineering spirit that looks at heaven and earth arises spontaneously.

Death becomes as dust as nothing to mention, this feeling is so mysterious, the way of death and the way of life are relative to zài.

Since ancient times, people have been born again and feared death. Regard life as more noble than a qiē, and worship the gods who give people life.

And the fear of death is like a tiger, and the god of death is like a flood beast in people's hearts, and they are afraid of it.

As everyone knows, death, as the other side of life, together constitute a complete reincarnation. The comprehension of the way of death has greatly tempered Feng Yi's state of mind.

In the midst of the tranquility, a clear spring-like energy flowed out of Fengyi's Baihui Cave, slowly flowing through the body like a stream.

With the surging of cool energy like this clear spring, the depleted Taixu True Qi regathered like wisps.

However, at this moment, the dragon sha's palm hit Feng Yi's chest fiercely. Originally, the step-by-step, step-by-step Taixu True Qi suddenly messed up for a day, wandering around, Feng Yi's heart perked, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

Just when Feng Yi was hovering between life and death, and was about to completely lose himself, it was the clear stream again, which suddenly became stronger, changed from the beginning of the softness, and then became rapid, crisscrossing with an irrepressible domineering spirit, forcibly retracting the Taixu True Qi scattered in the meridians.

"Whew!!"

When the Taixu True Qi accumulated to a certain extent, Feng Yi suddenly let out a heaven-shattering dragon roar, and his body suddenly jumped into the air, and one after another dark golden light radiated from his body, dyeing the surrounding heaven and earth with a strange color.

The surrounding maple forest suddenly trembled, and pieces of maple leaves fell off the treetops, pulled by some mysterious power, and gathered together, like a fiery red dragon with a strong aura, rolling up and down. A suffocating feeling suddenly tightened the dragon's throat.

Long Sha only felt that his shoulders sank violently, as if he had pressed against a 10,000-pound boulder, his legs softened, and he staggered forward a few steps, almost not kneeling on the ground.

"What the hell is going on!?"

The dragon was stunned and looked at the floating in the air, shining brightly, like the wind of the golden god who had been incarnated, and his heart set off a terrifying wave.

Of course he didn't know, and he couldn't have known, that at the moment of death, Feng Yi was gifted and comprehended the way of death that was terrifying in the past.

The end of life is death, the www.biquge.info of death is reincarnation, and the end of reincarnation is life.

And at this time, he finally understood that no matter how strong his internal strength is, there will be times when he is exhausted, but his state of mind is rootless water and endless.

The Twelve Days of Bloody Battle caused Feng Yi's body to suffer heavy damage, and the Taixu True Qi from penance cultivation was even more on the verge of collapse, but it was in this desperate situation that Feng Yi was blessed by misfortune and improved his state of mind that had been ignored by him and ignored by most martial arts masters.

The improvement of his state of mind allowed Feng Yi to wield the power of the Taixu True Qi to the extreme.

If before this, Feng Yi could only wield fifty percent of the power of Tai Void True Qi, then now he can swing ten percent, which is equivalent to doubling his power in disguise, which is really a great benefit.

Although Feng Yi at this time cannot be said to be reborn, his momentum is very different from the past. The previous Fengyi was gentle and elegant, giving people a warm feeling like a spring breeze.

At this time, Fengyi has a heat like fire and a bright light like summer flowers.

The feeling of the dragon is getting worse and worse, the pressure on his shoulders is getting heavier and heavier, and the fighting spirit in his heart is like a candlelight swaying in the wind, which seems to be extinguished at any time.

Long Sha knew that the moment when the fighting spirit was completely extinguished was also the moment of his death. Long Sha has his own persistence, and defeating without a fight is a shame he can't afford.

Clenching his teeth, the dragon's eyes almost bleed. In his body, the internal force was like a boiling river, roaring and surging in the meridians. Streams of light kept flickering in his eyes, projecting dead on Feng Yi's body.

"Nine Heavens of Dragon Roar!"

The dragon let out a roar that shook the earth, and his right foot stomped on the ground with hatred, and the solid ground was trampled out of a deep pit by him, and the whole person broke through the layers of resistance like an arrow and shot into the sky.

In the air, he turned into an angry dragon, the dragon's body was fully spread, his palms flew like a surge, and a stream of energy visible to the naked eye shot out from his palms, shooting towards Feng Yi from all directions.

Look at Feng Yi again, floating in the air, his eyes closed, like an old monk who has entered the meditation, ignoring the attack of the dragon evil.

When these dozens of sharp palm winds were about to hit Feng Yi, Feng Yi's body suddenly trembled slightly, and a dark golden light poured out of Feng Yi's body like ripples, and then opened like an umbrella, covering Feng Yi's whole body.

Although the strength of the dragon's palm was sharp, it was like a drop of water merging into the sea against this layer of dark golden light, only stirring up a slight ripple, and then disappeared without a trace.

Just as Long Sha was about to go crazy by the qiē torture in front of him, Feng Yi's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and two dark golden lights suddenly shot out and landed in Long Sha's eyes, making Long Sha's heart can't help but shake violently.

"Disillusionment!"

Feng Yi's lips opened and closed slightly, and his voice was not loud, but every word was so clear, as if it was said in the ear of Long Sha. Long Sha's pupils shrank suddenly, and Feng Yi's figure disappeared.

Long Sha was startled, and subconsciously looked up into the air, only to see Feng Yi's figure as if he had jumped down from the blazing sun, with a scorching light, falling towards him.

What is the top of Mount Tai, Long Sha has the deepest experience this time.

Before he could think about it, Long Sha jumped to the side with all his might. However, although his reaction was fast, Feng Yi's movements were even faster to the peak.

As soon as Long Sha's body moved, his eyes were immediately wrapped in a dense palm shadow. Each palm shadow carried the power of heaven and earth, the wrath of the river, and the dragon only felt as if he had been thrown into a tornado, with nowhere to escape.

It was just the blink of an eye, and Long Sha was hit by at least a dozen strokes. By the time Feng Yi's terrifying attack was over, every bone in Long Sha's body was shattered, and he fell to the ground like a broken sack, his eyes open, and there was incredulity written in them.

Feng Yi's body was like a piece of catkins, without the slightest weight, with the breeze, chic and freehand fell in front of Long Sha's body, looking at his corpse silently, the look on his face was secretive, seemingly calm, but it seemed to hide a lot of things.

"Who is it?" Feng Yi's eyebrows suddenly raised, and his dignified gaze swept towards a maple tree not far from him.

The soul was frightened like a frightened bird, and did not dare to delay, like a lost dog, turned around and fled. I don't even have the courage to look at Feng Yi. Maybe now using the frightened bird to describe the soul is a bit of a lift. He was really frightened, as if he had met a ghost in broad daylight.

The soul lurked here early, and saw with his own eyes that the Twelve Heavenly Demons had severely injured Feng Yi and was dying.

However, just when the soul thought that Feng Yi would die, he couldn't believe what happened, such as the change in his dream.

The black qi that exuded a cold, mysterious, and strange aura, like the scythe of death, quietly took the lives of the ten Heavenly Demons, which was enough to shock the soul.

But later, Feng Yi had an epiphany of the 'Way of Death', his momentum changed greatly, his skills increased greatly, and the earth-shattering magic skills were far beyond the range he could bear.

When Long Sha was killed by Feng Yi's chaotic palm, his courage was completely shattered by Feng Yi, looking at the figure of the soul wolf bèi fleeing, Feng Yi's face was full of deep silence, and he did not catch up. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't.

'The way of death' is the opposite of 'the way of life'. The 'living' lord guards, and the 'dead' lord attacks. The epiphany of the 'Way of Death' has greatly tempered his state of mind, allowing him to use one point of internal force to wield two points of attack power, but it can't help him repair the injuries in his body, which is the magic of the 'Way of Life'.

When the figure of the soul disappeared, Feng Yi's body shook a few times, and finally he didn't stand firmly, and sat down on the ground, vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood.

Although Long Sha's last move, 'Dragon Roaring World', was mostly dissolved by his Taixu True Qi, it still brought a lot of impact to his body.

Feng Yi secretly inspected the situation in his body, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. At this time, the condition in his body can only be described as miserable.

The internal injuries were so serious that even he, a miracle doctor, frowned a little. The meridians in his body were almost all broken, and all his internal organs were displaced, if it weren't for his deep and amazing internal strength, he would already be a dead man at this moment.

Every skin on the body was like a pinprick pain, the kind of pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, even if it was as strong as Fengyi, at this time, I couldn't help but see sweat on my forehead and tremble. It was really a last resort, Feng Yi waved his fingers and closed several major acupoints, and this pain was reduced a little weaker.

"Hehe......" Looking at the corpses of the Twelve Heavenly Demons lying around him, Feng Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said slowly, "I'm afraid you haven't gone far on the Huangquan Road...... I killed you, but I ...... I'm afraid I won't live long. On Huangquan Road, the twelve of you laughed and laughed, but you were not lonely. I just don't know if I can count me as one? Hahaha......"

With a lonely laugh, Feng Yi got up from the ground with difficulty and staggered down the mountain.

……

As time passed, the sky gradually darkened, and Ouyang Qingxue's mood also became gloomy.

Seeing that it was already bright lights and thousands of lights outside, Ouyang Qingxue's heart was occupied by two men.

One is the autumn cypress. Although Ouyang Aoxiong's analysis is very reasonable, with Feng Yi's medical skills, Qiu Bai will not be in serious trouble even if he is injured. But without seeing it with her own eyes, Ouyang Qingxue was always at ease.

The other is Feng Yi. Ouyang Qingxue's kung fu, in addition to being taught by Ouyang Aoxiong personally, is more from the Twelve Heavenly Evils.

Therefore, Ouyang Qingxue knew very well about the strength of the Twelve Heavens. No matter how strong Feng Yi is, she doesn't believe that Feng Yi can defeat twelve with one.

Although she resented Feng Yi in her heart, she felt aggrieved when she remembered her good intentions for his maintenance of him in every way, but she was repeatedly misunderstood and even scolded by Feng Yi.

However, grievances are grievances, Ouyang Qingxue likes Feng Yi after all, and she never wants him to die like this.

Just when Ouyang Qingxue was nervous and uneasy, Ouyang Aoxiong's heart was also very uneasy.

The Twelve Heavenly Demons are the top masters he has recruited with a huge amount of money. These twelve people, each with their own unique skills. He knew the power of the Twelve Heavenly Evils. With one against one, he won steadily.

With one enemy and two enemies, the winner is half and half of the loser. With one against three, he only has a 20% chance of winning at most.

This does not include the Dragon Demons who have cultivated to the highest level. If he fights alone, Ouyang Aoxiong has only a seventy percent chance of winning against Longsha.

Ouyang Aoxiong would never believe that Feng Yi could fight against the Twelve Heavenly Evils with the strength of one person and still survive. But if you don't believe it, Ouyang Aoxiong's heart is always carried, and there is no reason to be afraid.