The White Wolf King turned into a rainbow of flames, and the drought's body was glowing with black and blue, and the fist with the blue flame between his fists smashed down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Suddenly, the sound of rumbling echoed throughout the dungeon, and countless rubbles rolled down.

The blue fire and the red fire were transferred in the air, but the red flame only supported a few breaths, and then dispersed with a bang.

The White Wolf King's huge body slammed into the ground.

Rumble!

There were thousands of yin corpses on the ground, and hundreds of yin corpses were directly smashed into flesh by the falling body of the White Wolf King, and blood was splashed in ten directions.

"Xiaobai!"

The moment the White Wolf King fell, Yan Feng jumped down from him and looked at Bai Mi in astonishment.

This drought is so powerful, Bai Mi is the great demon of the Eight Thunder Tribulations!

One punch and it knocked down!

The white wolf king's white hair was stained with the rotten blood of the yin corpse, but his eyes were full of unyielding fighting intent, and he swayed his body and stood up again.

"Come again!"

With a wolf roar, the red flames all over his body rose again, and the bloody nature of the wolf in the white wolf king's body was completely stimulated.

Wolves, even if they die, will die on the way to war!

Rushing to the sky with Yan Feng and Xuan Zhen, again and again, each time he was knocked back to the ground with a punch.

Rumble!

Being knocked back to the ground again, Yan Feng looked at Bai Mi at this moment, and his fists creaked.

"Xiaobai, don't go again. ”

Yan Feng stood in front of Bai Mi, who was knocked back to the ground again, Bai Mi was lying on the ground at the moment, covered in blood, and even the side of Lang's mouth began to ooze blood, and he couldn't stand up several times when he tried to.

Seeing Bai Mi like this, the anger in Yan Feng's heart couldn't be suppressed, why did Bai Mi do this, he didn't want to escape with himself!

"His Highness the Wolf King. Monk Xuanzhen looked up at the King of Chu who had turned into a drought at this moment, as well as the Yin corpses that came up from all around, and then looked at Bai Mi.

"It's all the fault of the old man, the old man has planned his life all his life, but he has not planned his destiny..."

Monk Xuanzhen sighed, he had previously ordered him to find someone to come to the tomb of the king of Chu with him, and this person was Yan Feng.

He didn't know why, but he still did it, and he successfully found Yan Feng.

"What a destiny!"

Yan Feng looked at the drought at the top of the dungeon, and was walking towards him step by step at this moment.

"My life is in my own hands!"

Yin and yang flowed in Yan Feng's eyes, and as soon as he shook his hand, the crimson flame exploded, and on his body, the crimson flame also rose to the sky, several feet high.

"Fate... In their own hands. Monk Xuanzhen looked at Yan Feng, with a shocked expression in his eyes, at this moment, he seemed to understand, why the Heavenly Dao in the dark asked him to find this young man.

can still have the will to fight at this time, such a young man is rare in the world.

"Yan boy, that's a good point! What a destiny to break, this king has been vertical and horizontal all his life, and he has never believed in this thing!"

The White Wolf King gritted his teeth and forcibly stood up, letting the blood flow sideways and the red flames on his body reappeared.

Yan Feng jumped on the wolf's head, and Xuan Zhen also got on the wolf's body.

Damn, it's like this anyway! I'm sorry for myself if I don't fight once!

"Xiaobai, we... on!"

Bang!

The red flames burst, and the White Wolf King rushed straight to the drought.

Yan Feng clenched his fists and smashed it out, and the crimson flame burst away, mixed with the fire flame of the White Wolf King, with the sound of breaking the wind, turning into a flame rainbow.

At this moment, the king of Chu turned into a drought, holding the female corpse in his arms, his blue eyes swept Yan Feng and the white wolf king, and the blue flame was waved out with his other hand.

Rumble!

The red and blue flames met in mid-air, and the strong wind and waves dispersed, causing the collapse of the underground palace.

Yan Feng stood on the wolf's head, feeling the strong power of the drought, and blood flowed from his mouth in an instant!

In the midst of the power of this wild hunt, looking up to the sky and roaring, infinitely squeezing the potential in his body, Yan Feng's eyes, a wisp of black flame began to appear, and the crimson flame hovered in the depths of his eyes at the same time.

There was also a black flame coming out of his body, first one, two wisps, and then surging out!

Rumble!

The endless ink-colored flames mixed with the crimson flames, coupled with Bai Mi's strength, faintly resisted the drought in an instant.

The drought fish flicked slightly, there was a hint of contempt in his eyes, and the power in his hand suddenly pressed.

In an instant, the blue flames soared into the sky, and in an instant, they suppressed Yan Feng and Bai Mi's original slight strength.

was suppressed again, and in Yan Feng's eyes, a bloodthirsty intent began to gush out, and there was blood on his body that bubbled out, and the blood beads dripping from his heart reacted again.

"Yan boy, no, this bead is too heavy with killing intent!" Bai Mi hurriedly said.

"No, can't there be any other way?"

Yan Feng looked at the blue fire that was about to rush towards him, and made a decision in his eyes, although Fang Mu had repeatedly told him that this drop of blood could not be used casually.

The evil qi killing intent of this thing is too heavy, and every time it is used, it will vaguely change Yan Feng's temperament, and there will be endless troubles, and it is even possible that Yan Feng will eventually fall into the demon path!

But now, Yan Feng can't be allowed to think so much.

To be reasonable, now it's all going to hang!

Relieved, the blood beads in the heart entered the main heart again.

The pupils shrank, and in an instant, Yan Feng's hair and brows turned blood red, and a surging blood storm began to rage out on his body, mixed with red and black flames, and swept away as a storm.

But in Yan Feng's eyes, there is a different color...

From the very beginning, Yan Feng didn't plan to use this power to fight against the Drought Fish, because he knew that the Drought Fish was definitely not an existence that he could resist at the moment, and when his strength reached its peak, his body actually jumped backwards from the wolf's head.

Bai Mi's wolf eyes shrank in an instant.

"Yan boy, you!"

"Let's go!"

Yan Feng's body fell behind the White Wolf King, and he slapped out, turning all the supreme power into thrust, and Bai Mi and the Xuanzhen monk on his back instantly skimmed the drought between this thrust and were beaten to the top of the underground palace.

Rumble!

With a roar, Bai Mi's huge body directly knocked a big hole into the underground palace.

But at the same time, with the withdrawal of power, the power of the drought was all vented on Yan Feng's body, and the blue fire was coming, and the meaning of the drought was that Yan Feng spurted blood in an instant.

With just one breath, Yan Feng was seriously injured, his body fell, his blood-colored hair fluttered in front of his eyes, looking at the drought fish coming towards him, Yan Feng did not have the slightest fear in his eyes, he had experienced so much life and death, and he had already looked down.

And this drought is obviously angry, and someone can run out from under his nose.

"Cher, where are you..."

A large hole was knocked out of the top of the dungeon, and the moonlight poured down quietly through the hole.

"Are you looking at the moon now?"

Yan Feng looked at the bright moon, completely ignoring the drought that came with anger.

He thought of the past days, and remembered those days with Lin Xue'er.

What I like the most is to hold Lin Xue'er in my arms, sit on the lawn in the courtyard, look at the bright moon in the sky, and listen to Lin Xue'er in his ear.

In his eyes, this moon is Lin Xue'er, Lin Xue'er's eyes, nose, mouth... It's all reflected in the eyes.

"Cher, I miss you so much..."

The body fell, and the corners of Yan Feng's mouth were smiling, and he stretched out his hand to grab the moon in the sky.

And at this moment, the next punch of the drought is also coming, and the dazzling blue fire lights up in front of him.