"Gangyang Gale Wind!" Chong Pingqiu pushed his palm forward, and the whistling wind around him swept clusters of sparks, divided into several twists towards Yunchen.

Before the gale arrived, Yunchen was already feeling the heat wave in his face.

If you are an ordinary person, it will be difficult to withstand such a heat wave. Yunchen smiled at this time, what kind of person is he? When it comes to playing with fire, he can be called an expert. He wasn't afraid to use this type of trick against him.

"I haven't tried this warmth in a while. Yunchen's clothes fluttered, standing in the wind, and clusters of hot sparks hit him and disappeared immediately, not even hurting the corners of his clothes.

Since the loss of Xuanyuan's power these days, it has been difficult for him to urge and control the Phoenix True Fire, and bathing himself in the flames can be regarded as a long-lost enjoyment.

"Huh?" Chong Pingqiu's eyes widened, and he shouted: "Disease!"

The wind was louder, and the sparks gradually changed color. The sparks scattered, shrunk and swished. These sparks, which constantly burst and shrunk into clusters, emitted extremely powerful, and where they crossed, they left behind small undulating black lines, which was a unique scene of spatial cracking.

Yunchen couldn't help but change color at this time, if it was the power of flames alone, he was naturally not afraid, but when it came to the powerful power of space, who could ignore it?

"Go!" Yunchen used the usual method of manipulating the true fire of the phoenix to drive the power of death, and several birds of death were suspended on the four sides of Yunchen.

When the Gangyang gale of Pingqiu swept in front of him, several birds of death began to swirl around the clouds, devouring and twisting the Gangyang gale.

"It's such an evil power, it is extremely vicious at first glance, Yunchen, are you also related to the Netherworld Ghost Dao? Hmph, it's okay like this, it's more in line with my interests. Chong Pingqiu Senran sneered, conjured up a few Dharma Bodies, and surrounded Yunchen. A red light connected several Dharma Bodies, and several Dharma Bodies were sealed at the same time, quickly forming the rudiments of an enchantment.

The barrier had not yet been fully formed, and Yunchen already felt like he was stuck in a swamp, and it was difficult to have a point of strength under his feet.

He understood that the trick of planting Pingqiu was not unusual, so he naturally would not let it be done. With a snort, he attacked directly at Chong Pingqiu's true body.

Although Chong Pingqiu conjured up the Dharma Body, his true body did not move half a step away, so it was naturally not surprising that Yunchen simply found his true body.

The two of them quickly exchanged a few palms, and then flew back at the same time.

With such a disturbance, several of Pingqiu's Dharma Bodies became a lot darker, and Yunchen also rushed out at the moment when Pingqiu regressed.

"If you want to run, it's not that easy!" Chong Pingqiu saw Yunchen rush out of the encirclement he had set up, but when Yunchen wanted to escape, he immediately turned around and rushed towards Yunchen.

"Gangyang kill!" While pounced on Yunchen, Chong Pingqiu's hand waved, and several red Gangyang forces formed a tic-tac-toe mark towards Yunchen.

Yunchen's palm opened violently, and the power of death was great, and a palm was imprinted towards the red tic-tac-toe.

"Peng!"

The black death qi of the power of death is dissolving, and the power of Gangyang is also fading.

This novel is from the Book King