The dark dragon bone in his hand emitted a low humming sound, it was not a dragon groan, but the sound of a gunshot made by Han Feng after he merged the Will Spear Spirit and the Soul Splitting Spear Spirit with the Dark Dragon Bone!

Whether it is the Will Spear Spirit and the Split Soul Yuan Spirit, they can now be regarded as pseudo Yuan Spirits, allowing Han Feng to have some of the abilities of the Yuan Spirit Realm, such as the current Yuan Spirit Combined Army, the Will Gun Spirit disintegrates the enemy's will, and the Split Soul Spear Spirit attacks the enemy's soul.

His spear was pointed at Shen Zhiqiu.

Shen Zhiqiu fused the power of the wind ghost, and his strength was also improved, but his mood also became extremely bloodthirsty, which was the negative impact of the possession of the wind ghost, just like when Han Feng relied on Han Xiaohuan's secret method to fuse the power of the three clear and the nine souls, he had also felt the power of the shadows, but that feeling was offset by the positive effect of the dragon yang battle body.

And Shen Zhiqiu couldn't resist this change in mood, he licked the blade with the tip of his tongue, exuding a grim smile, and then the eagle wings, which had become a little blue, moved, and the whole person turned into a black streamer and rushed up, and the speed was really faster.

"Dragon Yang Battle Body!" Han Feng let out a low shout, the golden flames on his body erupted, a low dragon groan sounded from his body, and there was an illusory dragon shadow shuttling among the golden flames, this was the manifestation of Han Feng's innate vitality simulacrum, he turned his vitality into a giant dragon and blessed himself.

"When!" Shen Zhiqiu's first blow was received, and Han Feng's heavy spear easily knocked Shen Zhiqiu's heavy spear away. But before he could launch a counterattack, Shen Zhiqiu's figure disappeared from in front of him.

His speed was very fast, and almost instantly, he went around Han Feng's back and slashed out with a single sword!

Han Feng, on the other hand, twisted his waist and turned around as if he had eyes in the back, and the dark keel slashed back.

"When!" the second blow was swung away.

However, Shen Zhiqiu's third blow came quickly, and it was faster, followed by a fourth, and then a fifth......

Shen Zhiqiu almost turned into a fierce wind with a sharp blade, constantly circling around Han Feng, but unfortunately although his speed was fast, his sword technique was not uncanny, otherwise, Han Feng might not be able to block his attack.

However, in this endless attack, Han Feng was still stabbed, and there was a deep scar on his left arm.

At the moment of being injured, Han Rufang felt that his soul was also attacked, and it should be the ability that the wind ghost brought to Shen Zhiqiu. But his soul was not hurt, and the invisible barrier protected him tightly.

Shen Zhiqiu's onslaught lasted for more than ten minutes, and Han Feng also had several more wounds on his body, although they were not deep, his clothes had already been scratched to tatters.

Offstage, Han Juding's heart was about to jump out, his son was being hurt, and he couldn't wait to jump on stage immediately. But he also knew the rules of the life and death ring, and besides, the protective formation had been opened, so he couldn't get in.

"Feng'er, hurry up and admit defeat. Li Liniang cried out in a hurry.

"Sister Wanyi, can you send me in?" Han Xiaohuan begged Sui Wanyi with a crying voice.

"The ring is over, there's nothing I can do. Sui Wanyi's face was not good-looking.

Just when they thought that Han Feng was about to be defeated, Shen Zhiqiu stopped and took a dozen steps back, and then one of his actions made the people watching the battle below a little puzzled.

Shen Zhiqiu covered his head and shook vigorously, as if he was a little unconscious.

"Is he circling around me and turning himself unconscious?" A smile appeared on the corner of Han Feng's mouth.

Shen Zhiqiu's head was a little dizzy, not only because of the circle, but also because Han Feng's dark dragon bone was fused with two spear spirits, attacking consciousness and soul. Fusing with the wind ghost originally caused Shen Zhiqiu's emotions and consciousness to have a defect, under the attack of the will spear spirit, this defect expanded, Shen Zhiqiu felt that his mind was a little blurred, not only vague, but he was more and more unable to suppress the bloodthirsty emotions brought to him by the wind ghost.

He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick Han Feng's blood on the silver-edged black knife, the feeling made his heart tremble, delicious and terrifying.

This is not the first time he has fused wind ghosts, but there has never been a time when this situation has occurred, Shen Zhiqiu feels that he is going crazy, he wants to vent his most primitive desires, his desire to kill, and his desire to suck blood...... His eyes were red, he was panting constantly, and a drop of saliva fell to the ground.

Han Feng looked at Shen Zhiqiu's appearance and frowned. In his last life, he was a pastime, and he always heard that there was no distinction between good and evil, good and evil, and that the right way to use it was right, and the right thing to use was oblique. Now he has changed that mind.

This kind of martial arts and secret techniques that can stimulate people's negative emotions are really not evil skills?

Including the blood burning of the Weishan Blood Sect, doesn't Feng Yiqing say that it makes people's characters cruel and murderous?

This is the evil work!

At this moment, Han Feng was a little worried about Han Xiaohuan, he was cultivating the Nine Shadows Imperial Soul Decision, and when he heard the name, he would be a little evil, Han Xiaohuan's cultivation time was still short, and his cultivation was still shallow, so he might not change much, but what if he cultivated to a high realm?

He had to find time to ask about the Mulong system.

Of course, now was the time for Han Feng's counterattack, he launched the Tyrannosaurus Charge, rushed in front of Shen Zhiqiu with a brutal attitude, and smashed down the dark dragon bone.

"Boom!" a loud sound was heard, and the special metal on the ground was deformed. Han Feng's shot didn't hit Shen Zhiqiu's body, his speed was too fast, although his head was a little unconscious, but the instinct to survive still let him dodge. He is fast, but seems to have temporarily lost the ability to think.

The Tyrannosaurus Rush couldn't be launched continuously, so Han Feng took a step into the footwork of the Wind Swimming Nine Heavens Escape Technique, and the wind was under his feet, and he began to chase after Shen Zhiqiu.

At this time, he found that his speed was really a little slower than Shen Zhiqiu, and if he only relied on the Nine Heavens Escape Technique of Wind Swimming, he really couldn't catch up with Shen Zhiqiu.

Is it that the Nine Turning Wind Wandering Technique is not good enough? Of course not, how can the martial arts at the peak of the Emperor Rank not be excellent? It's just that Han Feng's realm is low, and he can't exert his might.

"The wind turns nine times, and the breeze becomes an illusion. Feng Yiqing was still lying on the recliner of the Dragon Soul Palace, and spit out eight words in his mouth.

"Isn't this a mantra for the second stage of the Nine Heavens Escape Technique?" Han Feng wondered, he didn't understand why Feng Yiqing said this sentence for a while, but subconsciously his steps had changed nine times in a row according to the mantra that Feng Yiqing said.

When he reacted, he had already appeared in front of Shen Zhiqiu. Han Feng didn't think much about it, his big gun smashed backwards, and Shen Zhiqiu had to raise his knife to resist this time.

Click!

A shrill sound rang through everyone's eardrums, widening their eyes.

Shen Zhiqiu's knife was broken.

For the first time, Han Feng's spear left a wound on Shen Zhiqiu's body.

This shot was very heavy, and the Willpower Spear Spirit and the Split Soul Spear Spirit exploded, which greatly shocked Shen Zhiqiu's soul and consciousness, and he could no longer suppress the negative desires in his body.

"Huh~" Shen Zhiqiu's mouth made a sound that was not like a human, thinking like a ghost, and then his wings completely turned cyan, he threw away the broken knife in his hand, like a beast pounced on Han Feng, extremely fast.

"Is this considered a seizure?" Han Feng's heart was awe-inspiring, he felt that Shen Zhiqiu was no longer Shen Zhiqiu, this kind of attack was like a madman who had gone crazy, but his body was extremely scattered, without discipline, and there were many flaws.

Han Feng concentrated on raising his gun and stabbed forward, but Shen Zhiqiu didn't take precautions, still stretching out his claws and grabbing Han Feng's throat.

Shen Zhiqiu's hand was cut off.

However, as if he didn't know the pain, Shen Zhiqiu grabbed Han Feng's shoulder with his other hand, crossed his neck, and bit Han Feng's throat with his mouth open.

"How did you become so difficult?" Han Feng had a headache, feeling that Shen Zhiqiu had completely turned into a beast. He struggled with his shoulders, but he couldn't get rid of Shen Zhiqiu's claws that condensed the Eagle Yuan Spirit, but his hand also raised and pressed Shen Zhiqiu's head.

However, Shen Zhiqiu's attack was not finished, or rather, the attack of the wind ghost was not finished, a cyan skull head emerged from Shen Zhiqiu's face and continued to bite towards Han Feng.

"You're not done yet?" Han Feng tried to calm himself. He knows that the more critical the moment, the calmer he becomes.

The dark dragon bone is a good weapon, but it can't play a role in this haunting battle, Han Feng decisively abandoned the gun, his right hand clenched into a fist, and the cyan dragon head energy emerged.

Dragon Fist!

The high dragon groan resounded throughout the ring, and an illusory green dragon energy shot out from Han Feng's fist, shattering the wind ghost's skull.

The punch was unabated and hit Shen Zhiqiu's head.

Shen Zhiqiu was knocked out and stuck to the light wall of the protective shield, and blood flowed out of his nose and mouth.

Shen Zhiqiu fell heavily in the ring, his mouth kept spitting blood, his breath became less and less, and his eyes had returned to their normal pupils, but they gradually lost focus......

"Ding! System Prompt: Mission Complete. ”

Han Feng, victory.

Teenagers, don't raise dragons