Yun Feng's face was calm, and he couldn't see his mood at this time.

But Luo Ning knew that he must have wanted to scold people at this time.

Or maybe he really wanted to scold the Demon Lord.

But he didn't open his mouth to scold, because he had to save some effort.

Yun Feng sat there in an extremely decadent manner, his eyebrows lowered, and his spiritual power frozen.

But after a moment, a very strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The smile was self-deprecating.

He never imagined that his master, the Demon King, would be sent away like this.

So what does he do?

The Demon Lord opened the bow, so he was the arrow that was shot.

The corners of his mouth smiled, and then he understood.

Himself was sold.

A very realistic thing.

The Demon Lord is the bow.

You are an arrow, an arrow with no turning back.

......

The cold moonlight shone on his face, making his face even paler.

He looked at the moonlight in the sky with great disgust, and then stretched out his hand to block it.

Ying Tanxi was smiling happily.

In fact, she is the most smiling among these people, of course, the main reason is because she is very beautiful and looks good when she smiles.

She looked at Yun Feng's face and smiled.

The laugh was more like a mockery.

She said happily, "I won the bet, you lost the bet." ”

Yun Feng didn't answer, it was already a default.

Ying Tanxi then continued, "There's no way you're going to kill any of us. ”

Yun Feng continued to bow his head and remain silent.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" she asked.

Yun Feng finally spoke this time, and then replied calmly, "I want to scold the Demon Lord. ”

Ying Tanxi wanted to clap her hands and laugh, but because her left hand was still sealing the demonic qi in the sky, she could only say lightly, "If you want to scold, scold quickly, and if you die, you won't be able to scold people." ”

Yun Feng looked at the sealed demonic qi in his place, and shook his head a little helplessly.

He looked at Ying Tanxi and said, "Among the thirty-six demon generals, I am the thirteenth. ”

Ying Tanxi said with a smile, "The thirteenth demon general is about to die here, I really feel extremely honored." ”

Yun Feng said lightly, "I'm going to die." ”

His eyes didn't look at the moon in the sky.

He stared at Luo Ning and Yunke who were sitting cross-legged underground, as well as the people in Starfall Pavilion in the distance.

His face that should have been desperate suddenly appeared with a hint of excitement.

He stood up suddenly, but he did not go to pranayama again, and his tone became a little firmer, and there was no decadence.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and then grasped a cloud of demonic energy in the air, so he looked at Ying Tanxi and said with a smile, "But I don't plan to let you live well." ”

Yun Feng was laughing, but it was colder than crying.

The moment he said this, a trace of blood suddenly appeared on his already pale face.

His hand was held in the void, and the lines of the spiritual power that Ying Tanxi had blocked him began to distort.

An incomparably powerful aura suddenly emanated from the long street.

Ying Tanxi frowned, knowing that this Yun Feng was planning to make a final struggle before he died.

She knew that when a person kills someone with the determination to die, he will become extremely terrifying, especially these people from the Demon Sect, who have practiced the exercises of the Demon Sect for many years, and have already become inhuman.

How strong would a demon king of the Yin and Yang Realm be before he fought to the death?

Ying Tanxi suddenly took a step back, she could no longer hide the injuries on her body.

A trail of blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

She reached out, then dropped.

The index finger of one hand was pointed in the air.

Spiritual power surged up on the long street, and enchantments like water waves appeared above Yun Feng's head, tightly sealing the connection between him and the spiritual power between heaven and earth like a cage.

This is a battle that can only be possessed above the Yin and Yang Realm,

Fighting with the breath of heaven and earth, this method is extremely subtle and convenient, but the consumption of spiritual power is also huge.

Ying Tanxi made a move to lock the void, which was to ensure that when this Yunfeng attacked, it would not cause harm to the people around it.

On the long street, the killing intent suddenly became stronger.

Even though Ying Tanxi's methods could lock Yun Feng's demonic energy, it couldn't lock the terrifying killing intent he revealed at this time.

His eyes were red, and the bricks on the long street where he sat were shattered.

Ying Tanxi looked at Luo Ning and Yunke, who were still pranayama, and suddenly shouted, "Hurry up!"

She said that letting the two go quickly means that there is a problem on the field that even she can't solve.

Her fingers trembled slightly, because she also didn't expect that the demon king, who seemed to be seriously injured, was hiding such a powerful power under him.

If it was her peak moment, this demon king was naturally not her opponent.

But she first broke the golden light painting, then fought against He Rensi, and finally broke the joint attack of several masters on the Dengyun list, her spiritual power has reached the limit, and the injuries on her body do not allow her to subdue this demon general again.

She took several steps backwards, blood dancing in her hair.

She hated her blood because it was her pride as a princess, and she felt that every drop of her blood was precious.

But at this time, her eyes were a little glazed, because she really had no strength.

All of her spiritual power was used to spread the demonic energy that sealed the night sky.

......

Luo Ning didn't know when he had stood up.

Naturally, the injuries on his body were not light.

He stretched out his hand, did not hold the sword, nor did he use the Yi Shui Sword Intent, because his spiritual power condition at this time really did not allow him to use the Yi Shui Sword Intent.

The hatchet falls.

Chopping wood and sword intentions!

Yun Feng waved his hand, and a cloud of demonic energy surged.

Luo Ning's wood knife failed to ignite the flame of spiritual power, he took three steps back, took the long knife out of his hand, and then sat down on the long street.

Yun Feng's laughter echoed proudly in the night sky.

He looked at Ying Tanxi and said, "I know that I can't beat you when you're at your peak, and I also know that I will definitely die tonight, but if I kill the Luoshan Lord of the Thirteen Mountain Gates of Jianyuan before I die, Yi Shuihan's personal disciple, and one of the legendary sons of prophecy, I don't know if I will go down in history?"

His laughter was particularly piercing in the night sky.

Luo Ning fell to the ground clutching his wrists, his brain already blank.

Yun Feng waved his hand, and a demonic qi that had been there before gathered in his hand, and then turned into a dark spiritual power dagger.

His eyes looked at Luo Ning, as if he was under tremendous pressure, and he pointed with his hand from afar, so the dagger turned into a black line and cut through the pitch black of the night sky and pierced Luo Ning's eyebrows.

Ying Tanxi always thought that his goal would be himself.

It was too late for her to make a move.

Yunke sat on the ground, and the sword in his hand was smashed by him through the air without pulling out its sheath.

The swarthy dagger passed through Ying Tanxi's barrier in an instant, and then knocked Yunke's sword away.

A black line buzzed in the air, then landed in front of Luo Ning's eyebrows.

The dagger suddenly stopped flying.

Luo Ning stared at it and noticed that it was trembling a little.

For some reason, extremely delicate lines appeared on its body, and then suddenly shattered into the air.

He looked up, and then found that Yin Ziqing didn't know when he was already standing behind Yun Feng.

His sword passed through Yun Feng's back and into his chest.

——

It was still dripping blood.