Seeing a few drops of blood spilling from the corner of the Blood Soul Son's mouth again, Feng Feiyu dared to conclude that the old man just now was the one who seriously injured the Blood Soul Son from a distance. But Feng Feiyu couldn't imagine why the old man needed to do this?

Is it just to accept yourself as an apprentice?

Holding the flute tightly in his hand, he raised his head, looked at the dark dragon in front of him, and said with a grin at the corner of his mouth: "Little loach, how is it, is it fun here, master?"

"Whew~!" The body of the dark dragon trembled, and the wound that was constantly overflowing with black gas healed in an instant. As for the Dark Dragon itself, its strength skyrocketed by a point in an instant.

Such a change made the audience a little unexpected.

Feng Feiyu protruded, his two eyebrows jumped wildly, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

This disappearance, but it has earned enough popularity in the field.

"Hey, in my opinion, the strength of Feiyu Xiaoyou's move is difficult to compare with ordinary Dading masters!"

"Teleportation, I haven't learned it yet, Rainfall is young, but his strength is so amazing, it's really rare!"

"What about the little brother who was there just now?"

Everyone is constantly speculating about Feng Feiyu's strength. Some say that the strength exceeds the Dingshi, and some say that it can surpass the Great Dingshi, but the statements are inconsistent. However, there is one thing in common, that is, Feng Feiyu's strength is definitely far beyond his peers.

The body of the dark dragon burst out, and it had just recovered, and it was trying its best to find Feng Feiyu's figure at the moment.

However, Feng Feiyu naturally wouldn't give it any more chances.

The body of the dark dragon swelled wildly, and the entire space was occupied by it, but he still did not find Feng Feiyu's figure. It was a little manic, and when the dragon's tail was swept away, there was an onlooker who was shot out.

Without waiting for the body to leave too far, he will be pulled back by the dark dragon, and he will be tortured like this. As it thinks, the process doesn't matter, it asks for just a result. That is, Feng Feiyu - death.

It's a pity that things are always thought of beautifully, but reality is poor.

The dark dragon was teasing a monk, but he felt that the dark energy in his body suddenly dissipated. And its own strength is also rapid, showing an abnormal decline.

"Poof!" a black flower that opened on the belly of the Dark Dragon.

Among them, a long flute is emerging, and on top of the long flute, there is a person's hand, holding it tightly in his hand.

When this person appeared, the audience once again resounded with fierce discussions.

"Oh my God, is that a Raindance friend?"

"How the hell did he get in?"

"Is the Dark Dragon planning to blow himself up?

"Self-destructing?"

Everyone in the audience, listening to a man's analysis, muttered to themselves: Self-explosion?

Then, without waiting for anyone to say anything, their figures, as if there was a fierce beast chasing after them, fled from here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's fun to watch, how many children will you throw away before leaving?" said a young man, holding a long flute in his hand.

Feng Feiyu's figure flashed from the dark dragon, and he saw this scene just now, although he didn't understand what was happening, but he was also very happy in his heart.

After all, this dark dragon can be regarded as the first enemy in the true sense of the word after his reincarnation.

"I just heard them blow themselves up?"

"Blow yourself up!"

Feng Feiyu muttered to himself, but he felt a power that exterminated heaven and earth, and was pressing towards him.

Looking around, it seems that the only thing that can be used now is the long flute in his hand.

He said I can blow this when I'm in danger, and now I'm on the verge of life and death, and I don't know if he will come to help me?

Feng Feiyu said in his heart, looking at the long flute in his hand, he was a little silent.

His mind raced, and it seemed that there was nothing else to use here.

Looking left and right again, Feng Feiyu finally had a smile on the corner of his mouth, his life was safe, and now he was going to hand it over to someone.

"Feng Feiyu, what are you going to do?" Blood Soul Zi's voice was full of tremors, and he coldly watched Feng Feiyu step by step, as if death had descended, and cold sweat broke out in his heart.

If he knew that Feng Feiyu had such strength, he would kill him, and he would not provoke him again.

It's a pity that he just rushed to slap his face.

"Your stuff is about to explode, I don't know, will it be okay if I hide around you?" Feng Feiyu said in a cold voice, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes, as if he could eat the blood soul.

And in his heart, he did have the idea of eating this devil.

As soon as he entered the body of the Dark Dragon, Feng Feiyu looked at the human heads one by one, and he felt his heart tremble. It seems that he didn't expect that the body of this dark dragon is actually made of human life.

However, it wasn't that he didn't gain anything, at least, he knew a way to cultivate the soul. And this trick is still thanks to the Dark Dragon of the Blood Soul Son for his kind hospitality.

"Heh, self-destructing?" Blood Soul Zi seemed to be very surprised by Feng Feiyu's answer, and asked suspiciously.

"Isn't it?" Feng Feiyu was saying, but he realized that he was already in danger.

Originally, he had always thought that he had not recovered his strength, but at this moment, his strength suddenly soared, and Feng Feiyu changed from a hunter to a prey in an instant.

The speed of this change really made Feng Feiyu's heart tremble.

On the other hand, the Blood Soul Son, who had already recovered from a dark injury, looked more like a state full of energy after a cultivation. Obviously, Feng Feiyu had already fallen into the serial scheme cast by the Blood Soul Son.

The corners of his mouth glanced slightly, and he looked at the blood soul without the slightest feeling and said, "Boy, do you still want to fight me?"

"Boy, are you talking about yourself?" said the Blood Soul Zi angrily, secretly lucky, in the next second, if he wanted, Feng Feiyu would leave this world forever.

However, he didn't want to die so easily as Feng Feiyu. What he wants is a blood soul that died tragically after being tortured, not a soul that died directly. That kind of soul has no effect on him.

The Soul Eater Banner behind him changed, and the Blood Soul Son sneered: "Soul Eater Banner, a roll of flags, heaven and earth collect!"

"Huh, it doesn't seem to be the same as last time?" Feng Feiyu was puzzled in his heart, listening to some familiar voices and passwords, and secretly wiped a handful of sweat for himself. Now he really realizes that the person of the Blood Soul Son is really like the legend, with boundless magical powers.

However, no matter how strong the Blood Soul Son is, Feng Feiyu is Feng Feiyu after all, not an ordinary scumbag. If Feng Feiyu is defeated like this, then he is really a little sorry for his title - not to worship Emperor Ding.

And the blood soul son has also changed, from an injured person to a strong man who gallops the world in the Ding Emperor period.

The Soul Eater Banner behind him is even more elegant, adding agility to it.

"Boom!"

The body of the dark dragon swept the heavens and the earth, and the howling wind carried all kinds of items and swept into the sky.

Black Wind! Bloody Wind! Fierce Wind!

The soul is the spirit! The magic is the underworld!

One thought is complete! The road is open!

Turning into one! Evil thoughts arise! Fighting has no intention!

The blood soul son, whose strength had risen greatly, transformed into thousands of things at this moment, and swept towards Feng Feiyu's weak figure.

PS: I'm sleepy, I'm going to test for a day, I'm going home to code words, I'm asleep with the code, I don't know how long I've been sleeping, I'm stuck in my nose, I seem to have a cold!

Rest early today, good night, everyone!