"Who is it?" Chu Yunfan's body leaning on the trunk of the tree immediately bounced up, looking around, looking for the person to speak.

"Which grandson is it, hurry up and get out of here for Daoye, don't hide in the dark and pretend to be a ghost. Zhou Yang also immediately stood up, turned his head to look around, and said loudly.

"Are you looking for me?" A reddish-brown figure walked out from the depths of the dense forest, put his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "Since you are in such a hurry to die, then I will have some mercy to fulfill you." ”

"It's you!" Chu Yunfan and Zhou Yang exclaimed in surprise when they saw someone coming, and shouted out in unison.

"Song Wu, how did you know we were here? How did you find it?" Chu Yunfan suppressed the shock in his heart and asked loudly.

"You don't care how I found you, you just need to know that next year today is your sacrifice day. Song Wu stepped forward slowly, exuding a faint majesty all over his body, which made the surrounding atmosphere a little tense.

"What, are you still afraid that we will run away and dare not say it?" Chu Yunfan said disdainfully with the corners of his mouth hooked.

Song Wu walked to a place two feet away from the two of them and stopped, and said lightly: "You don't have to provoke me, what's the matter if I tell you now, do you think you can escape again as lucky as last time?"

"You have the tracking mark left by my third brother, and I have another mark on my hand, so as long as you appear within a hundred miles of me, I can find you accurately, and even outside of this range, I can know your approximate location. Song Wu looked straight at Chu Yunfan with his eyes, stretched out his right hand as he spoke, and spread out his palm. I saw a spiritual rune with a faint milky white light lying in his palm.

"What?" Chu Yunfan was taken aback, his divine sense looked inward, and sure enough, he also found an imprint on his right arm that looked almost exactly the same as the pattern carved on the spirit rune on Song Wu's hand. That mark was almost transparent, without any color, and it was completely impossible to see with the naked eye, if it weren't for Chu Yunfan deliberately using his divine sense to scan back and forth on his body a few times, maybe he wouldn't have found it in this life.

Chu Yunfan would not have thought that Song Quan would leave a tracking mark on his body, so he would not notice if there was anything abnormal on his body. Now he carefully recalled everything before, and the scene of the fight with Song Quan kept flashing in his mind, and finally he woke up a little. Song Quan must have imprinted this mark on himself during the final blow of the duel with himself, otherwise he would not have had any chance to do things so secretly and quietly.

Although Song Quan's strength was not successful and folded in his hands and Zhou Yang's hands, Chu Yunfan still couldn't help but admire him from the bottom of his heart. This Song Quan has a lot of crooked thoughts, not only wanting to deceive the two of them to be sent to death, but also imprinting a tracking mark on himself, if Song Wu hadn't said it, he would never have found out.

"Okay, I've said everything I need to say, and you'll be able to die in a while. Song Wu flipped his right hand and put away the spirit rune in his hand, and continued to walk forward slowly, pressing towards Chu Yunfan and the two of them step by step.

Chu Yunfan's face was solemn, his nerves were tense, and he was concentrating. The surrounding atmosphere was very solemn, as if there was an invisible tension quietly expanding in the void, making people feel uneasy.

"Oh, yes. Song Wu, who had walked a few steps, suddenly stopped again, the corners of his mouth hooked up an intriguing arc, and said to Chu Yunfan and Zhou Yang: "I almost forgot that you still have several good spirit weapon treasures on you, if you take the initiative to hand over the things, I can make you die a happy death." ”

"Really, are you really going to let us die happily without having to suffer a little, okay, I'll give it to you" Zhou Yang tried his best to pretend to have a frightened expression on his face, his eyes were full of fear. With his right hand, he took out the ancient bronze bell, held it in the palm of his hand, and slowly stepped forward and walked towards Song Wu.

Song Wu didn't care too much about Zhou Yang's performance, in his opinion, it was normal for a martial artist in the middle stage of concentration to have this kind of performance in the face of a strong man who had returned to the peak of the void.

Just when Zhou Yang was less than a zhang away from Song Wu, Zhou Yang suddenly burst out. With a fierce glint in his eyes, his heart moved, and the bronze ancient bell that he was holding in his hand suddenly moved, turning into a streamer, like a thunderbolt, and crashed towards Song Wu.

At the same time, Zhou Yang's hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, changing rapidly, and one after another complicated and mysterious Dharma seals were generated in his hands, and they quickly hit the bronze ancient bell. The ancient bell emitted a grand and long sound, and various complex and mysterious sigils appeared on the bell's body, surrounding the ancient bell, swinging out pieces of spiritual light.

Thundered

In the face of Zhou Yang's sudden attack, Song Wu didn't have much expression, just sighed lightly, as if all this was in his expectation. Then the reddish-brown robe shook, and suddenly a fiery red feather crown appeared on the top of the originally empty head. The crest of the feather was slightly square, and the whole body was woven from fiery red feathers, which was as fiery red as blood.

In the middle of the crest there is a very distinctive feather, bright as blood, slightly raised, a little higher than the other feathers. Bursts of fiery red aura and flames swayed out from the feather in the middle, spreading towards the entire feather crown, bursting with flames, and the entire feather crown was shrouded in a faint fiery red aura.

Just when the fiery red feather crown appeared on the top of Song Wu's head, Song Wu's entire aura suddenly soared, and his whole body exuded a burst of incomparably fierce fiery spiritual power, and his body seemed to become incomparably taller. An invisible and inexplicable oppressive force surged in the air, rushing towards Chu Yun, pressing Chu Yunfan a little out of breath.

Song Wu, who was bathed in the fiery red spiritual light, opened the five fingers of his right hand, and the Dao Flame rose in his hand, wrapping his palm in it, and the entire air around him became extremely hot and dry.

"Bell~"

Song Wu pushed it out with a palm and slapped it heavily on the bronze ancient bell that flew in. Song Wu's right palm was like five pillars of soldering iron on the body of the bell, and the fiery red flame collided violently with the mysterious sigil, making a roaring sound, accompanied by the sound of the bronze bell's majestic and low gold and iron.

Under the slap of Song Wu, the bronze ancient bell was directly slapped out by a palm, and flew out far away. And Song Wu's body was also shaking, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back before stabilizing his figure.

Zhou Yang's face was slightly pale, and the sweat on his head kept flowing down his face, and he pinched another law with both hands, recalling the bronze ancient bell that was shot out by Song Wu.

Song Wu twisted his neck, moved his hands slightly, and said lightly: "Not bad, I didn't expect you to be really surprising, breaking through my perception of you again and again, it seems that I have to re-examine you and have a comprehensive understanding of you." ”

"Even with the help of peerless spirit soldiers, you can take my full blow in the middle stage of concentrating, I'm afraid there are not many people on this Kyushu continent who can do it, and you do have the capital to be proud of. ”

"Do you think that we are all as waste as you, and we will be complacent when we take your move?" Zhou Yang squinted his eyes, his nerves were tense, he was always vigilant against Song Wu, he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said disdainfully: "Master Dao, I will kill you like a dog." ”

"You have backbone, I like you young people with backbone, it's so good" As soon as Song Wu's words fell, the whole person disappeared in place, and instantly appeared in front of Zhou Yang. The fiery red feather crown on the top of his head once again swayed out the Dao Dao red mang, blessed him, and a palm poked out, and a raging flame rose from his palm, slapping towards Zhou Yang's body.

"Fatty, be careful!" Chu Yunfan, who was standing behind Zhou Yang, exclaimed, reminding Zhou Yang to be careful.

Zhou Yang's reaction was not slow, his hands kept shuttling and changing, and several magic seals were formed in an instant, hitting the bronze ancient bell. The bronze ancient bell sounded once again with a breathtaking loud sound, like Song Wufei crashing away.

bang

Although the bronze ancient bell was a first-class spirit soldier, the gap between Zhou Yang's own strength and Song Wu was too big, and his strength was weak. No matter how powerful the bronze ancient bell is, the current Zhou Yang can't even exert one-ten-thousandth of its power, and he still can't compete with Song Wu.

Song Wu slapped the ancient bell out again with one palm, and his feet did not stop, he continued to advance, and slapped Zhou Yang with one palm.

bang

At the critical moment, Zhou Yang conjured up a clone, and the real body quickly slid backwards. And although Song Wu's palm was solid, it was only slapped on Zhou Yang's doppelganger, and Zhou Yang's doppelganger was extinguished in response to Song Wu's palm, turning into a little light and dissipating into the air.

"Huhuhuhu"

Zhou Yang retreated to Chu Yunfan's side, panting, his face was very pale, and sweat flowed down like a waterfall.

"What a nasty little mouse, I knew you wouldn't hand things over so obediently. But you don't wait for death obediently, and it's really annoying to jump up and down everywhere. A hint of impatience flashed across Song Wu's face and he spoke.

Chu Yunfan's brows furrowed deeply, maybe he and Zhou Yang really had to explain here today. He knew that Zhou Yang had done his best, and Zhou Yang was still out of breath at this time, and he couldn't even refute and ridicule Song Wu, otherwise he would have continued to scold with his dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

"Fatty, you can rest first, and then leave it to me. Chu Yunfan's face was serious and he said in a deep voice.

"You?" Zhou Yang said with a surprised look on his face: "Dao Master and I are not opponents at all, what can you do?"

"I can't care so much, you can breathe first, and you can hold on for a while, and you can't just give up. Chu Yunfan said with a wry smile, his tone full of helplessness.

"Be careful. Zhou Yang didn't refute when he heard this, and nodded at Chu Yunfan.