"Daoyou can't help it?"

On the other side, a strong voice came!

The Southern Cyclamen also floated into the arena, his eyes falling on Feng Yi's body, full of fire-like light.

"That's right!"

Feng Yi stepped into the air, nodded slightly, and said: "Fellow Daoist, I really can't help it, let's start this battle as soon as possible, if you don't have a happy fight today, I'm going crazy!"

Rare wild words, Feng Yi, who seems to never be swayed by emotions, has begun to steam!

"Then please, your Dark Realm—"

......

Whew-

Feng Yi was not polite, and with a pinch of his hand, the gray-black world was born out of thin air, and it was like rolling dark clouds, rolling straight towards the Southern Cyclamen.

The Southern Cyclamen did not move at all, and the dark realm he watched was coming, not only did he not have the Colorful Divine Feather Fan in his hand, but he also did not have the sword before.

"What is he going to do?"

"Take out that fan, and use that powerful colorful blow to break his dark realm!"

"Even if it is broken now, Feng Yi can use it again, but Nanxian himself has consumed a lot of Yuan Shen power in vain, I guess - even if he wants to cast that blow, he must be shrouded in the Dark Realm, and under one blow, he must have something to gain!"

Among the onlookers, there are monks who have their own minds that turn quickly.

In the short time that everyone was talking, the Dark Realm had already come to the front of the Southern Cyclamen, enveloping him, and as soon as this person entered, Feng Yi also entered it.

Boundless darkness shrouds the body.

All the sounds, the light, the presence, seemed to have disappeared from the outside, and they came to an isolated world, and the Southern Cyclamen experienced it for the first time, but there was no panic at all.

Whew!

The southern cyclamen made a move for the first time, and he took out a dozen or so strange things like paper cranes, which immediately appeared in the world, and threw them casually, those paper cranes flapped their wings one after another, and flew into the darkness on all sides.

Be quiet!

Deathly quiet!

Nothing is coming.

Feng Yi didn't seem to exist at all.

In the black face on all sides, the breath is sluggish and cold.

......

In the outside world, on the hills on all sides, it was also quiet, and everyone waited for an earth-shattering explosion.

Ten breaths!

100 breaths!

A longer time passed, and there was not the slightest movement.

"What's going on, why hasn't there been any movement?"

Feng Eighteen was a little anxious.

"Both of them are old foxes!"

Lang Kong smiled happily.

explained: "These two guys, I'm afraid half of the eagerness just now, is pretending to show each other, leading the other party to attack quickly, and he himself is ready to hunt like a hunter, but he didn't expect to bump into the other party's same calculation." ”

Wow!

When everyone heard this, they were in an uproar!

"You geniuses are already so powerful, and you still have to play such scheming tricks, how can we play?"

Red Storm looked devastated.

When the other monks heard this, they also smiled bitterly, they were indeed not at the same level, and their brains could not keep up with Feng Yi's calculations at all.

......

Rumble!

After another hundred breaths, the first explosion finally sounded, still dull and faint!

In the darkness, Feng Yi was silent, his eyes fell on Nan Xianke's body through the heavy darkness, and there was no trace of waves on his face.

The attack just now had nothing to do with him.

A paper crane released by the Southern Cyclamen suddenly exploded, exploding a brilliant Golden Yuan Sword Qi, and shot out in all directions, and in the darkness, a large area suddenly lit up, as if fireworks were blooming.

Like a puppet, like a talisman.

Someone has to break the deadlock first.

"Fellow Daoist, frankly speaking, seven points of my eagerness just now were pretended, but I believe that you are just the opposite, only three points are pretended, do you really plan to stay up with me like this?"

In the darkness, the Southern Cyclamen spoke.

Feng Yi smiled when he heard this, but he didn't say anything.

His temperament has always been upright and peaceful, and he is much calmer than ordinary monks, how can he be so easy to be impatient, even if he wants to fight with Yue Yuran as soon as possible, but the schedule is there, and he can't be in a hurry.

And in the face of a clever opponent like Nan Xianke, it is even more necessary to be calm and composed.

"Fellow Daoist, you have always maintained this method, and the consumption of mana should be extremely large, right? If you really plan to consume it, I can guarantee that you will run out of mana first. ”

When Feng Yi heard this, he was still silent.

"Yes, I almost forgot, you still have the supreme and powerful predecessors to pass on your Qi Rejuvenation Method. ”

Nan Xianke's gaze finally became a little overcast.

......

On the hills on all sides, the monks who were watching began to realize that this battle between ambush and counter-ambush would be a contest of patience and patience.

Little by little, time passed.

Boom Boom Boom –

After another half a cup of tea, the sound of an incomparably fierce explosion finally roared, and the dark realm tumbled violently, and a crack was blown out, and colorful light came out of the crack!

Bang bang bang –

Then, there was a series of fierce explosions, and the cracks quickly closed, and no Southern Cyclamen rushed out.

"It's going to be bad!"

"Isn't it possible for the Southern Cyclamen's colorful blow to completely break through Feng Yi's Dark Realm?"

"I'm afraid the situation of the Southern Cyclamen is not good. ”

The crowd watched and talked aloud.

......

Boom –

An even more intense explosion began!

The dark realm, rolling wildly, constantly emitted colorful light, as if the southern cyclamen was starting to go crazy, and kept unleashing that colorful blow.

"The primordial gods of the Southern Immortals, they can't afford to consume such primordial gods, right?"

"If there's no better way, that's what the Southern Cyclamen can do. ”

Click-

In the midst of the discussion, an exceptionally loud explosion sounded, and the dark realm finally exploded completely and rolled away.

The figures of the two finally reappeared.

Feng Yi's linen shirt was stained with blood.

The Southern Cyclamen, on the other hand, was out of breath, and on the surface, there was no injury, but his face was pale, as if the power of the Yuan Shen was overconsumed.

Really!

Everyone sighed when they saw it.

......

"Fellow Daoist, you're in a hurry, you're fighting too hard. ”

Feng Yi smiled calmly as always, not caring about his injuries at all.

"I can still hold on, Daoyou's dark realm, you can try it again, and see if my primordial power is used up first, or you are seriously injured by me first!"

Nanxian also smiled calmly, but no matter how you look at it, it has a kind of hard support.

Could it be that he also wants to take Dan to recover?

"Good!"

Feng Yi stared at it a few times, then nodded, and said, "Since Daoyou said so, then I'm not welcome, if you want to eat Dan, please don't be polite!"

The voice fell, and the Dark Realm struck again.

"Hahaha-"

Southern cyclamen laughed.

"Don't worry, Daoyou, in today's battle, I won't eat a pill, and you are convinced if I want to win!"