The spiritual power is not used like money, the white flame ignites on the tip of the sword, and the red light of the blood-drinking sword and the pale of the white flame blend together, reflecting Feng Qicheng's face is sometimes red and sometimes pale, which is very weird.

In the bamboo forest, Feng Qicheng wielded a blood-drinking sword, like a female Yama who came from the Nine Hells, and every move seemed to take people's lives.

The magic sword drinks blood!

Feng Chengcheng vaguely felt that there seemed to be a voice calling him in his heart, wanting to take him deeper and deeper into an abyss.

Fortunately, the only remaining reason told him to refuse, and let Feng Chengcheng persist until now.

It's just that, unconsciously, there is still a trace of red spiritual power thread coming out of the body, dancing around the body, like the tentacles of the devil, about to pull Feng Qicheng into the boundless abyss!

The bamboos fell one by one, forming a large open space, and Feng Chengcheng couldn't find his gaze for a while, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

At this time, Dongfang Wuya quietly came to her side, his brows furrowed slightly, and a pair of eyes stared at her tightly.

Seeing the living person, Feng Chengcheng instantly lost his mind, and his sword moves were a lot messy, but the blood light seemed to have broken through some kind of shackles, and it suddenly soared, and in an instant, it was close to the end of the east, if he wanted to devour him!

Dongfang couldn't retreat and wanted to dodge, but he didn't want Feng Chengcheng to catch up with him several steps in a row, wanting to kill him here!

Dongfang Wuya hit a small spiritual technique and defused Feng Chengcheng's attack, and then saw the crazy light and bloodshot eyes in Feng Chengcheng's eyes.

"Demonic energy into the body?" Sensing the state of Feng Tilting City, Dongfang Wuya's eyes suddenly darkened.

Who would use such a domineering magic weapon to harm her?

Dongfang Wuya observed carefully, but Feng Qicheng was still covered in blood, and he killed like crazy.

"Magic Sword." Dongfang Wuya found out what the problem was, so he stopped and faced Feng Chengcheng directly.

Seeing that he dared to stop, the blood-drinking sword in Feng Qingcheng's hand suddenly became red, pointing directly at the boundless east!

Dongfang Wuya looked at her calmly, and just as she was killing, she suddenly turned to one side, and the other hand touched her waist!

Feng Chengcheng only felt that his body was weak, but he was still led forward by the blood-drinking sword.

Rushing over a distance, his strength eased up, and he turned around and stabbed towards Dongfang Wuya with a sword.

Dongfang Wuya was still very calm, still with a finger on his waist, he easily defused her attack.

After going back and forth like this a few times, Feng Qicheng, who was controlled by demonic energy, seemed to have found a way out, and started at tricky angles.

However, Dongfang Wuya will not be defeated so easily.

Seeing Feng Qicheng rushing over again, Dongfang Wuya found the right angle, and kept pointing out, but this time it was not on his waist, but on ...... Armpit.

Feng Qingcheng, who was distracted, didn't know this, but she felt that her body suddenly itched, and her spiritual power went to seven or eight points, which made her very dissatisfied.

So, she tried her best to avoid this uncomfortable feeling and kept attacking.

Again and again, pale flames erupted from the tip of the sword, and just as he wanted to play a role, Dongfang Wuya dodged and pointed, and then Feng Qicheng was spiritual power stagnated, hitting in the air.

This feeling of having nowhere to focus was very bad, Feng Qingcheng suddenly stopped in anger and released his spiritual technique from a distance not far away.

A dozen flame chains transformed together, winding towards the East from all directions!

If Feng Chengcheng is sober at the moment, he will definitely give himself a thumbs up! On weekdays, you can only conjure five or six spirit techniques at the same time with the help of Qianyan Jue, but today you can conjure more than ten in a row, and obviously the power of a single one has not changed much!

However, Dongfang Wuya chose to ignore her spiritual skills at this time, for him, the spiritual skills of this level were too powerful to be feared.

However, at this time, Feng Qingcheng couldn't see Dongfang Wuyan's calmness, and seeing that he didn't get close, he thought that the attack had worked, and he grabbed the blood-drinking sword and rushed forward again.

Dongfang Wuya calmly watched her rush over, and when she approached, her right hand stretched out like lightning and hit Feng Qingcheng's wrist.

As soon as Feng Qingcheng's wrist hurt, the blood-drinking sword flew out of his hand, and was caught by Dongfang Wuya and stored the spiritual weapon.

Seeing that the spiritual weapon was robbed, Feng Qicheng was immediately furious, and attacked it with his bare hands.

However, perhaps because the Blood Drinking Sword was robbed, without the support of the Demon Sword's continuous demonic energy, the medicinal effect of the Borrowing Life Pill began to gradually weaken.

The spiritual skill in Feng Chengcheng's hand still came casually, but the power was already weaker and weaker every time, and the cultivation began to fall from the third level of the Spirit King.

Dongfang Wuya noticed the change in her cultivation, and his eyes immediately froze.

I thought that she had a special opportunity to advance so quickly, but at this moment, it seems that she should have used some secret technique or elixir to obtain the cultivation of the Spirit King for a short time, and it was because of the stimulation of the blood-drinking sword that the effect of the medicine has not faded.

This kind of cultivation growth is not a good thing, and if it lasts for a long time, it will cause more damage!

Dongfang Wuya originally wanted to wait for her to consume the demonic qi by herself, but now it seems that she can't wait.

The flexibility of Feng Qicheng's body shape was greatly reduced, and he was restrained by Dongfang Wuya in a few clicks.

But what Dongfang Wuya didn't expect was that Feng Chengcheng would open his mouth and bite like crazy!

In a hurry, Dongfang Wuya subconsciously lowered his head and kissed Feng Chengcheng, and then used his spiritual power to suck it!

The pale red smoke overflowed from the mouth of Feng Tilt City, and was shattered and dissipated by the boundless spiritual power of the East.

With the dissipation of a large amount of demonic energy, Feng Tingcheng finally ushered in the end of the medicinal effect, and a feeling of collapse entered the brain, and Feng Tingcheng's eyes went black and fainted.

Dongfang Wuya raised his head and pursed his lips, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, seeing that it was still early, he picked up Feng Qicheng, and a few flashes disappeared without a trace.

In a courtyard not far from the bamboo forest, Dongfang Wuya jumped directly into the courtyard, came to the place behind the house, and gently put Feng Chengcheng on the ground and held it: "Come on!" ”

When a few subordinates heard the voice, they were all surprised by the sudden appearance of Dongfang Wuyan, and immediately went out of the house to wait for orders.

Dongfang Wuya just wanted to give some orders, but suddenly frowned slightly, and said helplessly: "Come and change the girl!" ”

A few subordinates were slightly stunned, the master generally doesn't need a maid to serve!

Looking at the unconscious Feng Chengcheng again, several subordinates suddenly realized, answered "yes", and retreated, and immediately came two maids - the only two in this courtyard.

"Bathe and change her clothes." Dongfang Wuya nodded with satisfaction and commanded.

"Yes." The two maids took over Feng Qicheng from Dongfang Wuya's hands and began to undress her.

Dongfang Wuya looked at the maid's neat movements, was slightly stunned, and subconsciously said, "You don't have to be in such a hurry. ”

"Huh?" With a soft sound, the two maids looked blankly at Dongfang Wuya. They're not in a hurry...... Isn't it true that the master has always asked his subordinates to move neatly?