It's just that the blade of this dagger glows with a strange purple light, which is a sign of being smeared with poison.

Feng Yunjing looked directly at Suxi, his voice was low and soft, but it seemed to be brewing a storm in the sky: "Xi Yue, every time I see you, you can always give me unexpected surprises." However, my patience is limited. Since you toast and don't eat and drink, then don't blame me for being unkind! ”

After speaking, the spiritual power on his body suddenly skyrocketed, and the wound that was still glowing with purple qi was instantly enveloped by powerful spiritual power.

The purple venom touched the spiritual power, as if it had met a nemesis, and it was devoured without a trace.

And Feng Yunjing's face no longer has the cat-and-mouse play, and has become a crazy domineering that is bound to win.

Suxi's heart sank little by little.

Sure enough, in the face of Feng Yunjing, she didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

Even if it was a poison that sealed the throat of a low-level martial artist with blood, when it was used on Feng Yunjing, it would at most make him feel a little pain.

Between the condensation stage and the primordial infant stage, it is an insurmountable moat.

The spiritual power on Feng Yunjing's body slowly condensed into a thick black mist.

Then a familiar black flag rose into the sky, hovering in the sky and getting bigger and bigger.

The whole world seemed to have turned into a dark cloud shrouded in darkness, with a slight chill to the bone.

Su Xi's face was gloomy, and he suddenly sacrificed spiritual fire in his hand and threw it towards the black flag in the air.

A pale golden spiritual fire swept around the corner of the flag, as if it had burned the flag a little.

But soon, the thick black mist engulfed the spiritual fire.

Su Xi didn't expect the spiritual fire to hurt Feng Yunjing, so he took advantage of Feng Yunjing's attention when he was focused on the Rakshasa Banner.

She held the Lishui Sword and rose into the sky, striking straight at Feng Yunjing.

Feng Yunjing commanded the black mist to devour the spiritual fire, and when he turned around and saw the sword light close at hand, instead of being afraid, the corners of his mouth showed a mocking smile.

Su Xi saw that the tip of the sword was about to pierce Feng Yunjing's chest, but he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Then a creepy aura appeared behind her, a steady breath with a breath close at hand, almost clinging to her back.

The phoenix cloud scene in front of her disappeared without a trace like a phantom, but behind her, a tall shadow slowly appeared.

Su Xi was shocked and wanted to run away, but suddenly found that at some point, a cold black gas had penetrated into her limbs.

It was like black chains that locked her limbs and made her unable to move.

What's even more terrifying is that this cold black qi has not stopped, slowly seeping into her dantian from her bloodline, and for a while, the spiritual power in the dantian that was originally ready to move seemed to be frozen, and it could no longer function.

Su Xi's face turned pale from the cold black gas, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Feng Yunjing, what have you done to me?" ”

Feng Yunjing's low laughter came from behind him, with incomparable banter and complacency.

Suxi could feel Feng Yunjing take a step forward, and then a hand grabbed her waist from behind, dragging her into a hot embrace.

Feng Yunjing's lips were half close to her ear, and she said slowly in a low voice: "This Rakshasa flag, I think Xi Yue should be no stranger, right?" That day in the cloud and smoke array, you have seen its power. It's just that at that time, spiritual power could not be used, so the power of the Rakshasa Banner could not be exerted to one ten-thousandth. ”