Although Yun Feng had lost the lead because of Zhao Zhao's talisman, the folding fan in his hand was not vegetarian, and with a light fan, a gust of wind came towards Zhao Zhao like a sharp blade, and when he was in front of him, the originally concentrated attack turned into countless scattered wind knives, and the targets of these wind knives were all Zhao Zhao, without a trace of waste. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Mo Li couldn't feel the power of those wind knives in the distance, she could also judge the power of those wind knives from the wounds on Zhao Zhao's body, but what really made her admire was not only that, the most powerful thing about Yun Feng's blow was that he controlled those wind knives very well, and he didn't waste a single thing, which is not something that ordinary monks can do, even for the god transformation monks, it is very difficult.

Yun Feng and Zhao Zhao were already familiar with each other, and they knew each other's attack methods very well, so Zhao Zhao wanted to use the talisman to take the lead, but he didn't expect that Yun Feng would be able to resist the power of his own sonic power, and he sent this blow at the first time, and the first attack directly used his special move.

Although Zhao Zhao suffered a lot of injuries under the opponent's move, and it was not light, it was still impossible to destroy him as a dignified god cultivator with one move.

Zhao Zhao held the jade flute in both hands, his fingers kept changing, and waves of sound came out with his playing.

This is not a famous song, it can even be said to be a "requiem", for no other reason, Mo Li, who is not the target of Zhao Zhao's concentrated attack, but the person who was affected by the attack, actually felt the tremor of the divine soul in his body, and the pressure that the person who was concentrated by the sonic attack can be imagined.

In the face of this divine soul attack, Yun Feng was also caught off guard for a while, a look of extreme pain appeared on his face, and even the folding fan in his hand could only be held by him, and he could not send out any more attacks at all.

But at this time, the person who attacked and played this "ecstasy" was also not happy, his face was almost as pale as paper, and it was conceivable that this blow was not easy for him, and even the loss was great.

But the battle between monks has always been like this, when ordinary means cannot win and they must win, they will often exert some great power, but for their own attrition of the attack, it can be said that killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

But for Zhao Zhao, it is enough for him to lose two hundred less than the other party, and the difference of two hundred may be a life, countless priceless treasures, and these are worth it in the face of huge benefits.

But will Yun Feng be defeated so easily, obviously not, although his soul has been almost unconscious by the sound of the flute at this time, he still retains the last trace of lucid sanity, tremblingly took out a jade bottle from the storage bag, poured out a white pill the size of a dragon's eye, and sent it into his mouth.

With the entrance of the elixir, Yun Feng's state was obviously much better than before, originally because of his unstable spirit, the whole person looked no different from a dead person, and his face was gray, but at this time, his complexion began to return to its normal color with the effect of the elixir, and there was even a hint of ruddy faintly.

And Zhao Zhao watched Yun Feng do all this, but he was powerless to stop it at all, but the fingering of both hands did not stop, and the sound waves were still attacking Yun Feng, but the effect was obviously not as good as before.

Mo Li didn't know what kind of elixir Yun Feng was swallowing, but although it could resist the impact of the sound wave power on the divine soul, it was obviously the medicine of the tiger and wolf, otherwise Yun Feng's complexion at this time would not look so ruddy, and the ruddy was a little abnormal.

On the other hand, his opponent Zhao Zhao, as the flute continued, his complexion became even paler, and at this time it was almost transparent.

Zhao Zhao was unwilling, and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood to the jade flute in front of him, as this drop of essence blood penetrated into the jade flute, the power of the sonic attack suddenly increased by about two percent, even Mo Li felt a little uncomfortable, and she had to exercise restraint, otherwise her soul would be damaged.

Yun Feng didn't expect that the other party would not hesitate to use his natal essence blood and put himself to death at the cost of great losses, but he didn't dare to delay in the slightest.

Although the pill he had just swallowed was powerful, it had a time limit of action, although it could help him resist the sonic attack at this time, but it could only last half a pillar of incense, and once the time passed, not to mention that all the injuries he had received before would recur, he would also lose his ability to move for three hours.

And after the effect of the medicine is over, he is tantamount to a mortal who has no resistance, so he must solve Zhao Zhao in this half pillar of incense, so that he can have time to survive those three hours, and when he restores his actions, he can also leave this place after refining the other party's Broken Sky Bell.

At this time, although Zhao Zhao's attack was two percent stronger, but it could not play the previous suppressive effect on Yun Feng at all, Yun Feng waved the folding fan in his hand with one hand, and a strong wind that was almost no different from the previous attack power attacked Zhao Zhao again, and this time Zhao Zhao could only dodge with the last bit of mana, and he couldn't resist at all, at this time, his body was already dilapidated because of this flute, where could he withstand the strongest attack of the other party.

But the space here is so big, Yun Feng was going to end the battle with one blow, and where would he be allowed to dodge, after that one, Yun Feng did not pause at all, and swung five times in front of him one after another, and these six attacks have blocked all the dead corners of Zhao Zhao's dodge.

Although Yun Feng had lost the lead because of Zhao Zhao's talisman, the folding fan in his hand was not vegetarian, and with a light fan, a gust of wind came towards Zhao Zhao like a sharp blade, and when he was in front of him, the originally concentrated attack turned into countless scattered wind knives, and the targets of these wind knives were all Zhao Zhao, without a trace of waste.

Although Mo Li couldn't feel the power of those wind knives in the distance, she could also judge the power of those wind knives from the wounds on Zhao Zhao's body, but what really made her admire was not only that, the most powerful thing about Yun Feng's blow was that he controlled those wind knives very well, and he didn't waste a single thing, which is not something that ordinary monks can do, even for the god transformation monks, it is very difficult.

Yun Feng and Zhao Zhao were already familiar with each other, and they knew each other's attack methods very well, so Zhao Zhao wanted to use the talisman to take the lead, but he didn't expect that Yun Feng would be able to resist the power of his own sonic power, and he sent this blow at the first time, and the first attack directly used his special move.

Although Zhao Zhao suffered a lot of injuries under the opponent's move, and it was not light, it was still impossible to destroy him as a dignified god cultivator with one move.

Zhao Zhao held the jade flute in both hands, his fingers kept changing, and waves of sound came out with his playing.

This is not a famous song, it can even be said to be a "requiem", for no other reason, Mo Li, who is not the target of Zhao Zhao's concentrated attack, but the person who was affected by the attack, actually felt the tremor of the divine soul in his body, and the pressure that the person who was concentrated by the sonic attack can be imagined.

In the face of this divine soul attack, Yun Feng was also caught off guard for a while, a look of extreme pain appeared on his face, and even the folding fan in his hand could only be held by him, and he could not send out any more attacks at all.

But at this time, the person who attacked and played this "ecstasy" was also not happy, his face was almost as pale as paper, and it was conceivable that this blow was not easy for him, and even the loss was great.

But the battle between monks has always been like this, when ordinary means cannot win and they must win, they will often exert some great power, but for their own attrition of the attack, it can be said that killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

But for Zhao Zhao, it is enough for him to lose two hundred less than the other party, and the difference of two hundred may be a life, countless priceless treasures, and these are worth it in the face of huge benefits.

But will Yun Feng be defeated so easily, obviously not, although his soul has been almost unconscious by the sound of the flute at this time, he still retains the last trace of lucid sanity, tremblingly took out a jade bottle from the storage bag, poured out a white pill the size of a dragon's eye, and sent it into his mouth.

With the entrance of the elixir, Yun Feng's state was obviously much better than before, originally because of his unstable spirit, the whole person looked no different from a dead person, and his face was gray, but at this time, his complexion began to return to its normal color with the effect of the elixir, and there was even a hint of ruddy faintly.

And Zhao Zhao watched Yun Feng do all this, but he was powerless to stop it at all, but the fingering of both hands did not stop, and the sound waves were still attacking Yun Feng, but the effect was obviously not as good as before.

Mo Li didn't know what kind of elixir Yun Feng was swallowing, but although it could resist the impact of the sound wave power on the divine soul, it was obviously the medicine of the tiger and wolf, otherwise Yun Feng's complexion at this time would not look so ruddy, and the ruddy was a little abnormal.

On the other hand, his opponent Zhao Zhao, as the flute continued, his complexion became even paler, and at this time it was almost transparent.

Zhao Zhao was unwilling, and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood to the jade flute in front of him, as this drop of essence blood penetrated into the jade flute, the power of the sonic attack suddenly increased by about two percent, even Mo Li felt a little uncomfortable, and she had to exercise restraint, otherwise her soul would be damaged.

Yun Feng didn't expect that the other party would not hesitate to use his natal essence blood and put himself to death at the cost of great losses, but he didn't dare to delay in the slightest.

Although the pill he had just swallowed was powerful, it had a time limit of action, although it could help him resist the sonic attack at this time, but it could only last half a pillar of incense, and once the time passed, not to mention that all the injuries he had received before would recur, he would also lose his ability to move for three hours.

And after the effect of the medicine is over, he is tantamount to a mortal who has no resistance, so he must solve Zhao Zhao in this half pillar of incense, so that he can have time to survive those three hours, and when he restores his actions, he can also leave this place after refining the other party's Broken Sky Bell.

At this time, although Zhao Zhao's attack was two percent stronger, but it could not play the previous suppressive effect on Yun Feng at all, Yun Feng waved the folding fan in his hand with one hand, and a strong wind that was almost no different from the previous attack power attacked Zhao Zhao again, and this time Zhao Zhao could only dodge with the last bit of mana, and he couldn't resist at all, at this time, his body was already dilapidated because of this flute, where could he withstand the strongest attack of the other party.

But the space here is so big, Yun Feng was going to end the battle with one blow, and where would he be allowed to dodge, after that one, Yun Feng did not pause at all, and swung five times in front of him one after another, and these six attacks have blocked all the dead corners of Zhao Zhao's dodge.

Although Yun Feng had lost the lead because of Zhao Zhao's talisman, the folding fan in his hand was not vegetarian, and with a light fan, a gust of wind came towards Zhao Zhao like a sharp blade, and when he was in front of him, the originally concentrated attack turned into countless scattered wind knives, and the targets of these wind knives were all Zhao Zhao, without a trace of waste.

Although Mo Li couldn't feel the power of those wind knives in the distance, she could also judge the power of those wind knives from the wounds on Zhao Zhao's body, but what really made her admire was not only that, the most powerful thing about Yun Feng's blow was that he controlled those wind knives very well, and he didn't waste a single thing, which is not something that ordinary monks can do, even for the god transformation monks, it is very difficult.

Yun Feng and Zhao Zhao were already familiar with each other, and they knew each other's attack methods very well, so Zhao Zhao wanted to use the talisman to take the lead, but he didn't expect that Yun Feng would be able to resist the power of his own sonic power, and he sent this blow at the first time, and the first attack directly used his special move.

Although Zhao Zhao suffered a lot of injuries under the opponent's move, and it was not light, it was still impossible to destroy him as a dignified god cultivator with one move.

Zhao Zhao held the jade flute in both hands, his fingers kept changing, and waves of sound came out with his playing.

This is not a famous song, it can even be said to be a "requiem", for no other reason, Mo Li, who is not the target of Zhao Zhao's concentrated attack, but the person who was affected by the attack, actually felt the tremor of the divine soul in his body, and the pressure that the person who was concentrated by the sonic attack can be imagined.

In the face of this divine soul attack, Yun Feng was also caught off guard for a while, a look of extreme pain appeared on his face, and even the folding fan in his hand could only be held by him, and he could not send out any more attacks at all.

But at this time, the person who attacked and played this "ecstasy" was also not happy, his face was almost as pale as paper, and it was conceivable that this blow was not easy for him, and even the loss was great.

When ordinary means can't win and you have to win, you will often exert some great power, but the attack that has some loss on yourself can be described as killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.