From the very beginning of the battle, Di Mingfeng fell to the upper hand, and he only had a chance to resist.

The dance of the phoenix is powerful, so that Emperor Mingfeng has no chance to attack, the dance of the phoenix is called the magic exercise, its power is strong, in the exercises that Emperor Mingfeng has seen, it is the most powerful, joy, anger and sorrow are the four most basic moods of people.

If you are a human being, you must have seven emotions and six desires, and you will have joys, angers, sorrows, and joys, unless you are not human.

And once people have joy, anger and sorrow, they will be affected by the Dance of the Phoenix, and with the change of your mood, the attack of the move has also changed, specifically starting from the aspect of your weak defense.

Joy, anger and sorrow, this is an invisible attack, this kind of attack without concrete energy.

The Dance of the Phoenix, which is to fuse its own attack into this invisible power, on the surface, this move is not very powerful, but in fact it is very powerful, which is difficult to resist, because he attacks you according to the changes in your heart, and it is impossible to prevent it.

The magic skills from hell are really not comparable to other exercises.

The fire of the phoenix is already very powerful, and the form of anger is fire, and the fusion of the two fires makes its power increase several times in an instant, don't look at it as a small flame, if you are not careful, it will burn you completely.

Moreover, the black flames are burning at you.

It may seem like it is floating before your eyes, but in fact, the flames are already beginning to scorch your soul.

This made Di Mingfeng very distressed, it was the first time for her to face such a strange move attack, if it weren't for her countless years of combat experience, she had an instinctive sense of crisis, knowing that this move was powerful, and she couldn't face it directly, she could only meet it from the side.

"Phoenix soars in the world"

The Fire Phoenix King suddenly let out a phoenix roar and rushed towards the sky, and the nine phoenix tails behind him, like a divine sword, burst out with powerful sword qi, fused together, and pierced the sky.

A little bit of black flame fell from the sky, and it seemed to directly penetrate the fire phoenix's defense and fall on his body.

Seeing this, Di Mingfeng's eyes flashed with a glint of essence, and nine torrents of flames rushed out from behind her, transforming into nine fire phoenixes in the air like the emperor of the phoenix, soaring in these nine heavens.

"Nine Days of Phoenix Dance"

The next moment, the nine fire phoenixes fused together and turned into a powerful flame, and this flame was like life, without rippling once, the fire grew stronger, and in just an instant, the entire sky became a sea of fire, and the black phoenix was also turned into ashes in the sea of fire.

"Good, good"

Feng Ming was taken aback, and soon returned to normal, and said, "It is worthy of being my junior sister, the person who is known as the first female god of war in the Three Realms, I haven't seen her for so many years, and her strength is still so strong."

Emperor Mingfeng said coldly, "Feng Ming, now that I look back, I can give you a chance."

"Turn Back"

Feng Ming smiled coldly and said, "Feng Jiu Wu, do you think I have this strength? You should know that the fourfold artistic conception, one is stronger than the other, and now it is only the second artistic conception of anger, next, let me feel the third artistic conception of the Dance of the Dark Phoenix, the artistic conception of mourning."

As Feng Ming's graceful body danced, an incomparable sorrow passed from his heart.

I don't know why, Di Mingfeng suddenly had an urge to cry, and he couldn't help but think of all the sad things he had experienced in his life, his best relative, the meeting where his friend died.

Thinking of this, Di Mingfeng's battle intent slowly weakened, and he completely lost his previous momentum.

This artistic conception of sorrow made him completely unable to raise the desire to fight, holding his breath in his heart, very uncomfortable, wanting to cry out and release it, but Di Mingfeng knew that he couldn't cry, and he didn't know that he was infected by this artistic conception, otherwise, he would be in danger.

The attack of artistic conception, this is only a superficial attack.

Once you are infected by the artistic conception, the sorrow from the heart, this sorrow, will turn into a false fire, burning your body, turning into ashes, this is the third artistic conception of the dance of the phoenix, the terrible fire.

Void fire is everywhere, as long as you are driven by her, she can ignite the void fire in your heart.

Moreover, there is no way to extinguish this void fire, because the void fire is originally a kind of flame that does not exist, it is an illusory thing, which is far more powerful than the real flame, and people can't help but be afraid.

Substantial things are easy to defend against, but illusory things are hard to defend against.

In fact, at the time of the second artistic conception, the offensive of the void fire had already been launched, but Di Mingfeng's own will was very strong, and he was not affected by this artistic conception.

But now, this artistic conception of mourning directly aroused the sorrow in Di Mingfeng's heart.

With the tragic past of the continuous meetings, especially the last tragic battle, watching one friend after another fall in front of his eyes, especially when he watched his master die in front of his eyes, the sorrow in Di Mingfeng's heart was stimulated to the maximum.

An illusory flame was about to condense from Di Mingfeng's body.

The artistic conception of mourning is everywhere and pervasive, it is an invisible force, just like in a confined space, someone has a fart, you want not to smell this smell, it is impossible, unless you don't breathe, everyone has to breathe, and the breath will inevitably smell this smell.

Just like now, people have seven emotions and six desires, joys, angers, sorrows, and joys.

This is a force that belongs to itself, and it can't stop the erosion of this force at all.

Feeling a void flame in his body that was about to form, Di Mingfeng's heart tightened, and he quickly suppressed this sorrow, once this flame formed and burned in his body, he was finished.

Force yourself to keep those things out of your mind and make your mood happy.

Free yourself from the erosion of the mood of mourning.

"Huh"

Feng Ming sneered and said, "If you want to get rid of the artistic conception of mourning, is it so easy? Once the Void Fire appears, it will not disappear, although the Void Fire has not been completed, but it has also formed a prototype, this is a seed, it will grow slowly, until it is finally burned by the Void Fire."

The powerful crisis stimulated Di Mingfeng's mind and kept himself awake.

must not fall into her artistic conception, otherwise, there will be only a dead end.

"Battle"

"Battle"

"Zhan" roared three times, and a powerful battle intent erupted from Di Mingfeng's body, the only thing she could compete with Feng Ming's artistic conception was her battle artistic conception, the battle intent of the female god of war in the previous life, and the battle intent of the unparalleled battle body in this life, the two fused together.

made her war spirit reach a new height, once the war spirit broke out, in her eyes, there was only war.

Fight the sky, the battlefield, and the sky.

The endless battle intent in his eyes dispelled all the other feelings, and the powerful battle intent formed a substantial torrent, rising to the sky, and a mighty phantom of the god of war appeared behind Di Mingfeng.

There was a wild bombardment to the sky, and a powerful power emanated.

The mood of sorrow was all dispersed from Di Mingfeng's body, Feng Ming's eyes were startled, and his movements stopped there instantly, and he looked at Di Mingfeng with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and said, "How is this possible, aren't you a Tianwu Divine Body?" This battle intent is different from your Tianwu Divine Body, this is a peerless battle body, but why does it have the breath of a Heavenly Martial Divine Body?"

Emperor Mingfeng smiled and said, "That's right, I am now both a Heavenly Martial God Body and a Peerless Battle Body."

The three great battle bodies of the heavens, the unequaled battle body, the barbarian hegemony body, the heavenly martial god body, each of these physiques, to the extreme, is a very powerful existence, the previous emperor's Ming Feng, that is, Feng Jiuwu, she is one of the three great battle bodies of the heavens, the heavenly martial god body, which is why she is called the female god of war.

And in this life, she has become another of the three great battle bodies of the heavens, a peerless battle body.

Feng Ming said in surprise, "You, do you want to fuse the three great battle bodies of the heavens and become the most powerful immortal god of war, this is impossible, it's just a legend."

Di Mingfeng smiled coldly and said, "Is that just a legend?"

The battle intent rose to the sky, scattering the sorrow of Feng Ming, a sword broke through the sky and the earth, condensed the supreme battle intent, flashed thousands of sword rays, the sword qi fell from the sky, and the sword intent locked Feng Ming.

"Humph!"

"Even if you fuse the Heavenly Martial Divine Body and the Peerless Battle Body, so what, let you see the most powerful move of the Dance of the Dark Phoenix, the artistic conception of happiness" Feng Ming stepped out lightly, and felt the entire heaven and earth shook.

Happy, yes, inexplicably I feel extremely happy in my heart.

Sadness, maybe we can resist, can be suppressed, but we have no way to suppress those things that make us happy, but we can't help but think, and then can't help but show a smile, happiness is what each of us pursues.

When happiness comes, our mood can naturally relax.

At this moment, Feng Ming's black voice suddenly turned pink, and the graceful dance steps made people naturally cheerful when they looked at it, and even had a feeling of wanting to dance with her.

No one doesn't want to be happy, and no one resists it.

Under the erosion of the artistic conception of music, Di Mingfeng's expression struggled, wanting to laugh, wanting to make herself cheerful, but she knew that she couldn't, at least not now, she could feel that the flame of the previous void fire was re-activated, and wanted to condense and form again.

The sensation of burning her soul and burning her body stimulated the nerves in her mind.

For some reason, at this time, Lin Fan's figure suddenly appeared in her mind, the person she loved deeply, although the memory of the previous life was awakened, she did not resist this man at all.

Only those who are so strong and able to overcome themselves are their own men.

From this point on, the personalities of the two lives are the same, only people who are stronger than themselves are qualified to make themselves his women, as for whether they are the only ones or not, it doesn't matter, and it is precisely because of this that Feng Jiuwu at the beginning has no feelings for her senior brother.

"Not good" Emperor Mingfeng shouted, this is Feng Ming's biggest killer move

"Hehe" Feng Ming's sneering voice came, and at this moment, a flame appeared in the depths of Di Mingfeng's soul.