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Of course, Qin Feng was not much better, although his divine sense was strong enough, his Xuan power was strong enough, and his bones were hard enough. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info but he has been entangled by the purple fire, running hard, this consumption is also intense, and he uses his divine sense to detonate the soul of the mysterious beast, and the consumption of his divine consciousness is even greater, and such a performance requires a very accurate grasp of the degree of releasing divine consciousness.

The power of the divine consciousness is small, and it will not be able to detonate the spirit soul of the mysterious beast at all, and it will even be devoured by the spirit soul of the mysterious beast. If the divine sense is too strong, it is a waste, so in the process of confronting Zihuo, Qin Feng was still constantly calculating the amount of divine consciousness released in his mind, and he felt extremely tired at this time.

In fact, Qin Feng knew very well that if the Xuan Xiu in front of him, called Zihuo, had not dared to use the power of the Xuan Soul because of the damage to the Xuan Soul, he would not have any chance at all.

But the Xuan Soul is the most important thing in an internal cultivation of Xuan Cultivation, and he, Qin Feng, calculated that Zihuo would not dare to take risks, and he didn't want to let himself stay at the stage of the Seven Turns Xuan Soldier forever, so he would try not to let his Xuan Soul be damaged in the slightest.

Now that the two of them were facing each other again, Qin Feng, who was also gasping for breath, suddenly mobilized all his divine consciousness and spread it around.

Zihuo frowned and said, "Boy, what are you doing to release your divine consciousness around, do you really want to duel with me here?!"

"I'm going to kill you here!" Qin Feng replied simply.

"What are you kidding!" Zihuo sneered: "Even a little Xuantong of yours dares to make a big deal here, damn, do you think that the level of my seven-turn Xuanbing is blown?!"

Qin Feng rolled up his sleeves and said, "You just said that I still have any tricks, right?"

"If you have the ability, you can use it, I will see what new tricks you can play!" Zihuo glared at Qin Feng and shouted, and his originally handsome face was much inferior because of this.

Qin Feng snorted, flew and jumped in front of Zihuo, and another wind shadow palm sword broke through the sea and unleashed!

Purple Fire blasted out with a punch, which was worthy of Qin Feng's Wind Shadow Knife.

"Bang!" the strength of the two men touched together, and each took three or four steps back before he could stand firmly.

Qin Feng raised another Wind Shadow Palm Knife, looked at Zihuo with a dignified gaze and said, "Next, Master, I'll play hand-to-hand combat with you!"

As he spoke, Qin Feng rushed to the front of the purple fire again, and slashed out with another palm knife.

"Bang!" Purple Fire raised the Xuan Force to connect with Qin Feng's palm blade, and the two of them scattered separately, their bodies shaking from the battle.

Blood had already overflowed from the corners of Zihuo's mouth, and Qin Feng was obviously injured as well, and blood was also flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Zihuo looked at Qin Feng viciously and said, "Boy, you actually dare to play hand-to-hand combat with a seventh-turn Xuan soldier, you ****** are too kind!"

"I know that I know how ruthless I am if I don't have this little master!" Qin Feng once again put on the posture of the Wind Shadow Palm Knife, looked at Zihuo and said: "Your Xuan Soul crack is already very large, now you can use even a little bit of Xuan Soul power to make your Xuan Soul shattered, in this case, what am I afraid of, Master! Come on, come on, let's continue hand-to-hand combat!"

"I'm!" Zihuo scolded, "It turns out that you released your divine consciousness all around to probe my Xuan Soul situation!"

"That's right!" Qin Feng was not at all vague about his purpose.

"I can't see that you little ghost has so much experience in fighting!" Zi Lin clenched his fists and said, "Okay, come on! I don't believe that I can't put you down with my Xuan power!"

"Then continue!" Qin Feng rushed in front of Zihuo again, and it was another sword!

Two people, you punch me and I palm the knife, and I fought back and forth more than a dozen times.

The last two people stood within three meters, gasping for breath, everyone's body was trembling, it was already a kind of tremor before exhaustion, obviously now the two people are fighting for will, it depends on who can continue to hold on.

Qin Feng came to Zihuo's face step by step, and raised his hand knife to slash down.

"Little ghost, you're still a little tender!" As soon as this sentence came out of Zihuo's mouth, the next second, a wisp of Xuan Soul power wrapped around Zihuo's fist, and then Zihuo swung out his fist and rushed fiercely towards Qin Feng's chest.

"Die, die!" Purple Fire's roar echoed.

Seeing that Qin Feng's chest was about to be blasted down by the fist that the purple fire wrapped around the power of the Xuan Soul, but at this moment, Qin Feng's figure quickly retreated, retreating to a position almost twelve meters away from the purple fire.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of Qin Feng's mouth, but Qin Feng did not fall, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, looked at Zihuo who fell to the ground and got up again, and said, "Now you should know who is a little more tender between the two of us, right?"

Zihuo's eyes were about to pop out, and he said in disbelief: "You...... How can you still dodge so fast!"

"I'm not afraid to tell you that there's only so much I can do. However, it's enough!" said Qin Feng, who took a deep breath.

"You ......" As soon as the word "you" was spoken, Zihuo spurted out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head and fell to the ground at once.

Qin Feng came to Zihuo tiredly, Zihuo looked up at Qin Feng, and his voice was already extremely weak: "Damn...... You...... You're trying to lure me into using the power of the Soul......"

Qin Feng sat down beside Zihuo and said to Zihuo: "As long as you dare to exert the power of your Xuan Soul, your Xuan Soul will be shattered, just now my divine sense has accurately grasped such information, strange ...... It's only to blame that the hatred for me in your heart has reached the point of no return, and you want to kill me so much, so you finally chose to break the Xuan Soul and also exert the power to kill with one blow. ”

Qin Feng, who was gasping for breath, continued: "Now that your Xuan Soul is broken, all the power in your body can't be exerted, and I'm ...... I only need to do a short pranayama here to subdue you. This battle between you and me, or I won!"

"I'm not convinced!" Zihuo seemed to use all his strength to spit out these three words.

"Whether you accept it or not, I win. ”

Speaking of this, Qin Feng no longer paid attention to the purple fire, but sat there cross-legged and began to breathe.

The strength of Zihuo's whole body was collapsing, and because of his exhaustion, there was no difference from waste, and his consciousness was blurring, but he didn't want to fall asleep like this, he stared at his eyes, and kept staring at Qin Feng who was pranayama there.

How he craved power at this moment, even a little bit of power.

At this moment, as long as he has a little strength, he can kill the imp in front of him.

However, there was not a trace of strength in his body that could be used, not even the strength to lift his fingers.

In less than half a burnt of incense, Qin Feng was freed from the state of pranayama, and he reluctantly opened the Ziyun Ring and took out thirteen dragon bone needles from it.

"You...... What do you want to do?" the purple fire hissed.

But Qin Feng still heard it clearly, there was still a little smile on his pale cheeks, Qin Feng said faintly: "I won't give you any chance, I just ...... pranayama Recover a little strength, and with this power, I will seal your strength with a Xuan Needle Piercing Technique, like this...... I can breathe with peace of mind. ”

The thirteen dragon bone needles fell on Zihuo's key points respectively, and Zihuo was desperate at this moment.

After doing all this, Qin Feng re-entered the state of pranayama with peace of mind.

The great god of tears hidden in Qin Feng's mind was chaotic! A little Xuantong simply dragged down a seven-turn Xuanbing, there was such a magical thing in the Xuanhuang Continent, ah, what is the situation here, is it because I am too calm?!

However, the Great God of Tears still felt that Qin Feng, this kid was too ruthless, too strong, and too bullish!