Outside the Fang City, on the beautiful river that meanders through, it is even more precious and abnormal than the magic weapon, because after all, the treasure is suppressed to the extent that the monks of the Kaifu and the Second Realm can use it, and it has such terrifying power and quality, which extremely tests the forging attainments of the forger, and the success rate is outrageously low.

Zhao Ningxiang looked at Zhao Shenbi at the moment, and there were many more complicated meanings, and she even faintly felt in her heart that I was afraid that this alliance with Donglin Sect was the most correct decision in her life.

However, Zhao Shenbi smiled playfully, and slowly paced around Feng Yang, "Naturally, he is the one who killed you." ”

The green tendons on Feng Yang's forehead bloomed, and he stopped talking nonsense at all, his hands instantly turned into claws, and he grabbed his chest fiercely, and in Zhao Shenbi's unbelievable gaze, he directly tore off a piece of flesh and blood on his chest.

After the piece of flesh and blood left the body, it was like its own life, and it immediately squirmed, and it made others feel a tingling scalp, which made Zhao Shenbi feel a sense of disgust from the heart.

After a few breaths, this flesh and blood turned into a filthy blood, and under the continuous urging of Fengyang's blood-colored spiritual power, it condensed into a terrifying beast with four hands and six feet, wings on its back, and blood, and a bloody mouth let out a tyrannical howl, and rushed towards Zhao Shenbi.

And Feng Yang's face quickly turned pale, obviously casting this strange spell also made it consume a lot.

A bloodthirsty look of excitement flashed in his eyes, "No matter who you are, presumably Zhao Ningxiang dares to make a move on me, there must be the sect behind you to rely on, as long as you are killed, then I don't think Jinxian Villa will dare to leave me here." When the time comes, I will definitely drain your soul and refine your soul, and then let Zhao Ningxiang tactfully accept joy under my crotch to avenge today's revenge!"

This blood-faced beast set off a scarlet storm, like a small mountain, towards Zhao Shenbi, and before it could get close, a filthy blood force that was so thick that it could not be dissolved began to linger.

It's just that Zhao Shenbi's current star spirit body is also urging to the extreme, and the starlight is shining all over his body, so that this blood qi cannot invade in the slightest.

A hint of sarcasm gradually appeared in his pupils that shone out of the Dao Dao.

If it was just to kill this Blood Luo Sect Quasi-Daozi, it would be completely possible for Zhao Ningxiang to make a move, with his powerful cultivation in the middle stage of his manifestation, I am afraid that in a few rounds, Feng Yang would be destroyed.

Moreover, he has already opened the fourteen trick points at the moment, and if he does his best, even if he is the quasi-Taoist son of the Blood Luo Sect and has a strange treasure in his hand, he will definitely not be able to hold a stick of incense for a long time.

And at the moment, Zhao Ningxiang trapped Feng Yang with the war spirit and let Zhao Shenbi fight with him so far, in fact, Zhao Shenbi deliberately instructed him to fight with spiritual power cultivation, so that he could completely break through the realm and condense the unique Ash Thunder Dao Platform under this huge pressure!

And this Fengyang is simply a good whetstone, to sharpen Zhao Shenbi, a peerless knife that can smash the sun and the moon!

After Zhao Shenbi took a deep breath, the starlight all over his body dimmed, and the power of his body slowly converged into his body.

At the same time, the thunderstorm surged, and the gray-black electric light as thick as a finger ran through its slender body, emitting an extremely suppressed terrifying fluctuation.

Feng Yang's face was shocked, and he didn't dare to take it lightly, although Zhao Shenbi's spiritual power cultivation was only half a step away from the realm, but that dangerous aura had not weakened in the slightest.

I saw Zhao Shenbi holding a huge longbow bent like a waning moon with both hands, and under the frantic urging of spiritual power, he slowly pulled it away, and on the longbow, a thunderbolt arrow as black as ink gradually condensed and formed, exuding a sense of annihilation.

The thunder arrow did not come out with any terrifying fluctuations, but under the lock of the tip of the arrow, Feng Yang even had a withering feeling in his mind.

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