"Poof!"

"Roar!"

The Blood Soul looked at the small bubbles on his body that were constantly undulating, and let out a series of sounding sounds, which frightened his whole face green.

However, even if this is the case, he still does not have the attitude of sincerely admitting defeat. Although he begged for mercy, Feng Feiyu believed that as soon as he let go of his control over the Blood Soul Son, he would immediately come back with a horse pistol and give himself a surprise attack.

With this idea, a silent confrontation unfolded between Feng Feiyu and the Blood Soul Son.

", what the hell is this, why can't it be unlocked at all, and can't be sealed?" the Blood Soul Zi muttered in a low voice, and the kung fu in his hand did not stop for a moment, constantly looking for a way to overcome this thing.

It's a pity that the person he met was Feng Feiyu.

So, for what is on the body, there is no solution.

His body has changed from the previous light green to the current dark green. The whole person looks like a monster covered in green algae. In addition, the body that was originally a little black looked like a moldy corpse, and it looked very terrifying.

The Blood Soul was afraid, but he had already let out his big words, and if he admits defeat now, this is a bit too inconsistent with his style of doing things. Therefore, for the sake of face, he endured the pain in his body and endured all this silently.

He is a strong man in the Ding Emperor period, and his strength can even be compared to some weaker Ding Zun, why did he lose to a little scum like Feng Feiyu, whose strength is only in the Ding Dynasty?

The pain on his body completely stimulated his fighting spirit. After a long silence, he was like a lion that had been dormant for a long time, ready to burst out at any time and give his opponent a fatal blow.

"Move, move, move!" Feng Feiyu muttered to himself, and a warm feeling suddenly appeared in his lower abdomen, and then this feeling began to spread along his lower abdomen and all parts of his body.

Feng Feiyu's changes naturally attracted the attention of the Blood Soul Son, and he watched Feng Feiyu's strength continue to rise, so he was finally sure that he had provoked a strong person who should not be provoked.

Although he has accepted defeat in his heart, there is no change in his face.

"Huhu!" the Soul Eater Banner he held in his hand faced the strong wind, hula-la, and one after another of vigorous qi spread along his arm to his whole body.

And Feng Feiyu is not idle.

In his lower abdomen, a ball of light suddenly rose, like a small sun, revealing his white clothes into bright colors.

A momentum that soared into the sky immediately erupted.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of several clothes being broken came out, and on Feng Feiyu's side, a few strips of cloth were flying happily in the wind, and they looked like butterflies, very beautiful.

The green tendons burst out, and it seemed that you could see the blood rolling in them through the flesh.

Feng Feiyu's head was sweating, not because of fear, but because of the heat.

Now that he has no autonomous consciousness, his actions all over his body seem to be controlled by the legendary Heaven Sealing Lock Yuan Monument. And the eyes are also floating with the feeling of dementia.

The wind is blowing, and the sky is dark.

He was like a dazzling sun, with a brilliance like a god emperor, holding a black and gray flute in his hand, silently looking at the blood soul on the other side.

In his eyes, there was no emotion at the moment.

"Is this something on the body?" The Blood Soul Zi looked at Feng Feiyu on the other side, and his heart was up and down, he didn't want Feng Feiyu to be controlled by something powerful.

Because Feng Feiyu's current state really gave the Blood Soul a great sense of threat, he had to imagine that Feng Feiyu had fallen into evil at the moment.

At the same time, in his heart, he was secretly cursing Feng Feiyu to die immediately.

Just when he was thinking to himself, Feng Feiyu on the opposite side moved.

Picking up the long flute in his hand, Feng Feiyu looked at the blood soul in front of him, and chuckled: "Waste, do you dare to fight to the death?"

The contemptuous eyes, disdainful tone, and provocative words were vividly interpreted on Feng Feiyu's little face, which looked a little immature.

And the Blood Soul Son, listening to Feng Feiyu's provocative words, looked at his disdainful eyes. Almost instantly, my heart was filled with anger, irritability, annoyance, all kinds of impulsive emotions.

A battle that has been brewing for a long time and hides a killing machine begins.

The Soul Eater Banner was picked up, there was no pity on the face of the Blood Soul Son, and there was no hesitation in his eyes, he held the Soul Eater Banner in his hand tightly, he chuckled and looked at Feng Feiyu and said: "Boy, I will tell you with my actions, although there are geniuses in this world, it is not you!"

"Because, in the next second, you will die at my hands!"

Feng Feiyu turned a deaf ear, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the actions of the Blood Soul Son, and he did not say anything against it.

Between heaven and earth, it was already gray, but at this moment, at the moment when the Blood Soul Son Soul Devouring Banner was urged, another touch of darkness was added. The sun, which had been blocked from its light, completely dissipated at this moment.

The verbal provocation didn't seem to have any obvious effect, and the Blood Soul Son didn't care, holding the Soul Devouring Banner, he gently closed his eyes.

"Oh, ......!" the Blood Soul Son said slowly, and the Soul Devouring Banner in his hand broke away from his palm in an instant.

The Soul Eater Banner, whose body was enlarged again, showed a sense of domineering at this moment.

It was only then that it was possible to see its true image.

The purple banner body, and the place where it was filled with all kinds of black runes, exuded a powerful aura everywhere in it. Coupled with the strange black qi that surrounds it, it adds a touch of mystery.

Feng Feiyu looked at the performance of the Blood Soul Son coldly, and also began to prepare.

The black and gray flute, which has always been used as a talisman by him, has really played its role now.

Thousands of golden rays of light passed along Feng Feiyu's arm towards the long flute, which looked very sacred.

His body seems to be connected to the long flute as a whole, and it seems that the two should be tightly connected.

Slowly raising his head, Feng Feiyu's eyes were blank, as if he was looking at the blood soul, and his body moved slowly.

He has been silent for too long, and at the moment of the outbreak, he will eventually be glorious, and this battle will eventually be sung by gold and mang.

A black light and a golden light gradually converged from both ends of the sky.

A long sound of breaking the sky sounded between heaven and earth, and the space shook with this sound, and the black sky of thousands of miles also exploded in an instant with an inextinguishable light.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The flute rises, the flag falls.