The spiritual power in the surrounding air was instantly ignited, and the faint flames began to burn, igniting the surroundings of the three of them, while the spiritual power in Xia Feng's dantian was consumed smoothly.

"It's not good, my spiritual power is evaporating!" He Dian immediately discovered the problem, and at the same time, he was also surprised that Xia Feng's spiritual skills could directly ignite the other party's spiritual power.

Fortunately, the cultivation of the two is profound, and the attribute is not the wood attribute fire attribute, which can suppress the burning of the burning spirit, but the flow of spiritual power is still very fast, and both of them feel uneasy.

And Xia Feng also knew that he couldn't win by burning the spirit, after all, he hadn't entered the spirit realm yet, after all, he wasn't a spiritual cultivator in the spirit realm, and he didn't break through because he wanted to become stronger, so he decided to build a foundation and build a five-element array foundation!

"Hurry up!" The two brothers didn't dare to drag it out any longer, after all, the other party was a person with a dual cultivation of spirit and body, and if it continued like this, it was obvious that they would not be able to take advantage of it.

The two exchanged shadows, and once again used the body technique that made Xia Feng look dazzled, Xia Feng sneered: "Come on!" Xia Feng did not show the slightest aura at all, and with the strength of his body, he directly greeted him.

The two spears came head-on, Xia Feng turned sideways in the air, and at the same time, the short knife in his hand was thrown casually, and the other hand caught it, the spear pierced the surface of Xia Feng's cheek, the mask was not broken, but flew out, and Xia Feng's face was reflected in the pupils of the two.

He Dian and He Qi were shocked, although they hadn't seen this face with their own eyes, but they were unusually familiar, besides, the portrait was a portrait after all, no one's form and charm were in it, and Xia Feng's own appearance was obviously a little more charm, even if it was just a glance, they could be sure that the person in front of them was very likely to be the Red Devil?

Regarding the life and death of the Red Devil, most people think that he is dead, but there are always people who think that he is not dead, because it is very contradictory, they once remembered what a senior brother said: why did he choose to commit suicide when he has such strong strength? And he really committed suicide? You must know that the spirit magic is performed by himself, that is to say, for himself, so the terrifying spirit magic is also controllable.

So it's not out of the question that the Red Devils aren't dead.

Now such a living and identical person has appeared, they have also thought about looking like each other before, but they have not thought about it, there will be such a similarity, so they all have a bold idea in their hearts, this person is very likely to be the Red Devil!

However, it was such a small distraction, Xia Feng didn't know why they were stunned, so he naturally wanted to seize this opportunity, and instantly raised and fell with a knife, and at the same time, the cold qi poured into the body, and the immortals were difficult to save.

With a bang, the mask fell to the ground, the secret room instantly became quiet, He Qi's pupils became abnormally large, he seemed to can't believe the scene he had just seen, the small short knife pierced the back of He Dian's head, and no blood flowed out.

With a look of disbelief, He Qi slowly twisted his stiff body, while Xia Feng slowly bowed down to pick up the mask on the ground and put it on.

But He Dian was holding the spear tightly, but he was motionless, his eyes were distracted, obviously he was already a soulless body, the wound on the back of his head had a thin layer of ice, without a trace of red, his face was pale, as if frozen, and a trace of cold could be faintly seen.

He Qi put He Dian down very carefully, closed his unblinding eyes with his hands, held the spear in his hand, and slowly got up, his face was gloomy and full of murderous intent.

Xia Feng was not afraid at all, the two looked at each other like this, He Qi looked at Xia Feng without the slightest emotion and said: "Shouldn't you be very good at using a spear?

Hearing this, Xia Feng was a little confused, but he remembered the self with a black spear in his mind, and suddenly understood something, looked at He Qi deadly, and asked in a hurried tone: "Do you know me? You know about me? How do you know the weapon I use?" Xia Feng heard it, the other party obviously knew himself, and it was himself before he lost his memory.

"Heh, you're so famous, who wouldn't know you?" He Qi laughed self-deprecatingly, he saw something in Xia Feng's confused eyes, and continued: "I never thought that one day I would actually die at your hands, and now it seems that our two brothers died here today, and it is not unjust!" He Qi also seemed to feel that it was impossible to live.

And Xia Feng's answer just now also indirectly admitted, but he didn't know that Xia Feng had lost his memory, and the only memory he had was just the brief memory of the incarnation of the Red Devil.

He Qi threw He Dian's black spear towards Xia Feng, and at the same time stepped forward quickly, and said coldly: "Let me see your magic spear today, whether it is as powerful as the legend." He Qi, who had an endless killing machine, did not have the slightest reservation, gathered his spiritual power on the gun, and shouted: "Suffer death!"

"Shocking Nine Styles!"

The aura on the white spear was compelling, and Xia Feng instantly felt that he was locked in the heavens and the earth, unable to move at all, and there seemed to be only one person and one shot left in his eyes.

The powerful spiritual pressure made Xia Feng lose time to think, Xia Feng only had one thought, if they had used such a spiritual technique at the beginning, would they still be able to stand here completely?

Xia Feng caught the black spear, and suddenly the vague memory instantly became extremely clear, Xia Feng's expression instantly became indifferent, at this moment he was like a red devil when he was standing in the air, but he didn't have that red clothes.

Xia Feng put one hand behind his back, and the other hand held a black spear, the picture in his memory kept flickering, Xia Feng subconsciously raised his hand, the black spear was indifferent and unremarkable, and He Qi's earth-shattering nine styles collapsed instantly.

The spear pierced He Qi's heart, He Qi smiled, and the blood in his mouth kept gushing out: "This... Is this the legendary mastery of marks.....manship? It's better to see than to hear....."

And Xia Feng's whole person instantly became extremely weak, he relied on his memory to pick out this shot, although there seemed to be no spiritual power and consumption, but his spiritual sense dried up almost instantly, Xia Feng's eyes were already very tired, it seemed that instinct made him want to fall asleep, but Xia Feng endured this feeling of weakness and stood very hard in front of He Qi.

I saw a black stone appear in He Qi's hand, he threw it into the sky, and then he spread out his hands, closed his eyes, and said something in his mouth, Xia Feng wanted to hear what he said, but the tiredness of the exhaustion of his spiritual sense made Xia Feng gradually close his facial features, because he couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes were black, and he fainted.

By the time He Qi finished speaking, he had fallen straight down, lifeless, and the black stone had fallen to the ground and turned into powder and scattered in all directions.