Thinking of the tragic deaths of the junior disciples he saw when he went up the mountain, Fang Zhen was also furious, and said: "Since you provoked a war, you should be prepared, my Qingshan Sect is not muddy, how can I let you be humiliated!"

As he spoke, Fang Scar's wrist flipped, and a wisp of blue flame appeared in his palm.

This Hell Fire Seal is the last hole card of Fang Zhen, and it will never be used in normal times, but after seeing Zhong Feiyu's strength, he knows the gap between the two, and there is no need to keep it, so he directly uses the strongest technique!

Now that Fang Scar is only a psychic realm, it naturally can't exert the destructive power of the Inferno Seal to the extreme, but even so, the moment the Inferno appeared, it still made the surrounding temperature drop dramatically.

All things in heaven and earth are mutually reinforcing, and the extreme of heat is the strange cold, this hellfire is extraordinary, with both cold and hot attributes, and the ultimate interpretation of ice and fire is incisive.

The disciples of the Juding Sect, who were still in high spirits just now, all lowered their heads at this time, and all kinds of sadness and pain surged in their hearts, and some even cried.

"Waste, if the husband dies, he will die, what is there to cry about?"

Zhong Feiyu turned his head, and his cold gaze swept over everyone's faces one by one.

It's okay if he doesn't look at it, but when he looks at it, those people cry even louder, and even the Amazing Fairy and others, who are as famous as Zhong Feiyu, are also sad.

Needless to say, all of this is naturally the impact of the Hellfire, and anyone with a slightly lower cultivation level will recreate the most painful memory of his life as long as he sees this Hellfire.

In the battle of masters, the victory and defeat are often in the millimeter, and if you are distracted, you may be seized by the opponent.

However, Zhong Feiyu's cultivation is too high, and even if he has a hellfire in his hand, he can't help him at all!

Soon, Zhong Feiyu noticed that something was wrong, and immediately withdrew his gaze, and then moved to the inferno in Fang Zhen's hand.

Zhong Feiyu obviously didn't expect Fang Zhen to have this kind of killing move, and the anger on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by excitement on his face.

It can be seen that he is also a martial arts idiot, but whenever he sees strange exercises, he has to try them.

There is no superfluous nonsense, and as soon as the gaze is wrong, the two have already hit one place.

After all, this is not the first time they have fought each other, so naturally they have saved a lot of links to test each other, and they have directly entered the white heat.

Fang Zhen was engrossed, ready to meet Zhong Feiyu's Ghost Dance Demon Knife at any time.

Until this moment, Fang Zhen hadn't figured out a way to crack this trick, but there was nothing he could do at the moment, so he could only rely on his Nine Shadows Karmic Fire to be strong enough to resist him for a while, and then fight him with the Hellfire Seal.

That being said, Fang Zhen really didn't even have the slightest confidence in his heart.

Now that the Juding Sect has been encircled, it stands to reason that Zhong Feiyu must want to fight quickly, but it is also strange that after the two of them handed over, he did not use his external transformation, and he did not even show his true cultivation.

At this time, the aura on his body was no different from that of an ordinary psychic realm powerhouse!

"Damn, are you looking down on me!"

Fang Zhen hated others for looking down on him the most in his life, and immediately gritted his teeth and put away the hellfire.

Zhong Feiyu's face turned angry, and he punched Fang Zhen in the chest, and said, "What confidence do you have to hold up in front of me? Even if you have that evil fire, you are definitely not my opponent." ”

He seemed to be a light punch, but he hid an extremely powerful power, Fang Zhen felt as if he had been hit by a galloping horse, and his body fell directly from mid-air to the ground, smashing a huge pit more than a meter deep on the ground, and the dust raised to cover the sky and avoid the sun.

Before the dust cleared, Fang Scar crossed into the air again, and its speed was even a few points faster than just now, and even the momentum on his body had strengthened a lot.

Others may not have noticed the subtle changes in Fang Scar's body, but Zhong Feiyu found out, his eyes clearly showed a hint of surprise, and muttered: "You can actually break through in battle, no wonder Gu Yuan will rely on you so much!"

"You are not allowed to mention my master!" Fang Zhen was furious, and directly used the Transformation Realm Mountain Breaking Fist, because he knew in his heart that once Gu Yuan was mentioned, Zhong Feiyu's mouth would not be able to spit out any good words.

In front of a strong man like Zhong Feiyu, even the mountain-breaking fist of the transformation realm will not play much role, but it is better than changeable, and the three fist shadows are sometimes like three huge waves, progressing layer by layer, and sometimes hitting from three different directions, which is impossible to figure out at all.

Zhong Feiyu was not in a hurry, and said with a smile while dodging sideways: "Why are you so angry?

When Fang Scar fights with others, he likes to disturb other people's minds the most, but now it is his mind that is the first to mess up.

It's no wonder, after all, Gu Yuan has always been his weakness.

In front of Zhong Feiyu, how could he be distracted, although it was only for a moment, he was still caught by Zhong Feiyu and slapped Fang Zhen in the face.

This palm was not mixed with any true yuan, but it also beat Fang Scar to the point of spitting blood.

The physical pain is secondary, but how can Fang Scar allow others to be so humiliated?

The two fists were clenched in the void, and the momentum of the square mark rose suddenly, and the fist wind was everywhere, and the true yuan surged, which was mixed with bursts of dragon groans.

"It turned out to be a dragon elephant spirit root!"

Zhong Feiyu's eyes were full of light, and then the momentum of the whole person also changed, I saw that he was dressed in a long robe without wind, and a black silk turned yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, a huge illusion appeared behind him, it was a golden bull!

What Zhong Feiyu awakened turned out to be a barbarian spirit root!

On this continent, the Wild Bull Spirit Root may be the most common Spirit Root, but most people are only green cows, and only a very small number of people can awaken the cattle, and the darker the color, the greater the potential of the Spirit Root.

Zhong Feiyu's body is shining with golden light, and it is the most scarce golden bull.

Looking at the entire Canglan Country, there is only one person who has awakened the spiritual root of the Golden Barbarian Bull in hundreds of years, and that person is Fang Zhen's senior brother - Di Tian.

It's just that he became famous too early, and he fell too quickly, and no one has seen the true power of the Golden Barbarian Spiritual Root.

This golden barbarian bull spirit root is very similar to the dragon elephant spirit root of Fang Mark, both of them are indomitable types, and the more they fight, the more courageous they become.

Fang Zhen's battle intent was completely stimulated, and he had long forgotten who the person standing in front of him was, and his body slammed into Zhong Feiyu who was in mid-air.

"Good time!"

Zhong Feiyu shouted, stepped on his feet, the void shook, and in a trance, his whole person turned into an ancient sacred cow standing between the primeval world.