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Yi Qing was tracked by the palm print, and knew that he couldn't dodge, so he could only retreat to the next best thing, intending to break the palm print.

The nine-colored luster suddenly bloomed on the sharp claws of Yi Qing, the kind of power that only the Nine Death God Phoenix could cultivate, seemed to be more condensed and pure than the spiritual power of humans.

The claws of these two phoenixes are mighty, as if they can tear everything apart.

The palm print of the wind god is finally about to hit Yi Qing's huge body.

And Yi Qing didn't hesitate, and the sharp claws tore towards the palm print without hesitation.

Boom –

On the huge mana palm print, a narrow crack was suddenly torn out by Yi Qing.

However, even if the wind god did not exert all his strength, this palm print came from the hand of the god after all. Therefore, although Yi Qing tore the palm print, the residual power of the palm print was still there.

The cracked palm prints, although the momentum decreased, they all hit Yi Qing's body.

Bang!

After a muffled sound, large swaths of colorful feathers fell down Yi Qing's side.

And Yi Qing's two sharp claws were almost shattered by this impact, and they couldn't move at all.

"Hehe, it is said that the divine beast of the Phoenix Clan is very hard, and it is true. The wind god said in a dark voice.

Yi Qing was seriously injured, but he still didn't mean to give in, and scolded sharply: "It is said that Fengshen is a shameless old dog, and it is true." In vain, you have cultivated into a god, so I'm really embarrassed to bully the weak and fear the hard. ”

The wind god couldn't bear it anymore, and a terrifying wave emanated from his body.

Chu Yun was shocked, he knew that the wind god was indeed going to kill Yi Qing. Since he didn't succeed in the palm just now, Fengshen will definitely use stronger means.

Sure enough, Fengshen quickly formed a few seals with one hand......

Immediately, a violent whirlwind suddenly appeared in the air.

The storm grew and strengthened dramatically, but in the blink of an eye, the strong suction force emanating from the storm made many immortals feel like they were about to be attracted into it.

And Yiqing is at the heart of this storm.

Fengshen's eyes were full of coldness, and he watched as Yi Qing's figure was torn by the storm and kept trembling and scurrying.

This storm is no longer just a whirlwind caused by air currents, but an implied space storm.

Under such a terrible offensive, how could the seriously injured Yiqing resist?

"Wind God Old Dog, if there is a kind of you, I will kill your Grandpa Feng six times in a row!" In the midst of the storm, Yi Qing's voice was cut into intermittent and unclear.

Chu Yun saw that Yi Qing was crumbling, almost bursting his eyes.

The spiritual power in the body that was oppressed by the wind god suddenly exploded!

Four arms immediately appeared behind him very strangely and quickly.

Fengshen was taken aback and lost his voice: "How is it possible?"

Chu Yun was able to forcibly exercise three heads and six arms in an oppressed state, which was already very shocking to the wind god. What made him even more unacceptable was that Chu Yun had successfully broken through the oppressive force around him!

Although the wind god did not exert all his strength, it was impossible for a golden immortal to break free.

After Chu Yun rushed out, it was too late.

When Yi Qing was still a phoenix egg, he was inseparable from Chu Yun, so Chu Yun could clearly feel Yi Qing's condition.

Today's Yiqing is still being torn by the storm, but it has no life.

"Yiqing!"

Chu Yun raised his head and let out a long roar, and did not bother with Yiqing again, but pulled out a mournful roar and slashed at the neck of the wind god.

This sword, although there is no preparation, is still very strong.

Fengshen was very disdainful of Chu Yun's counterattack at first, but after seeing the crimson sword qi that was constantly exploding on the sorrowful roar, he finally had to raise his hand and condense a mana barrier to block Chu Yun's sword.

Boom!

The blood-colored sorrow collided violently with the mana barrier of the wind god, and the sword qi turned into countless fine fragments, like a spark......

Brush –

Chu Yun couldn't be the opponent of the wind god after all, and he was immediately rushed out by the backlash of the barrier.

At the same time, this backlash poured into his body, causing the qi and blood in his body to tumble, as if all his internal organs were about to be shattered.

"I can't help myself. Anemo chuckled.

Although his face was showing disdain, he was actually shocked to the extreme.

It is true that Chu Yun did not pose any threat to him, but he had already forced him to defend......

The Golden Immortal's defensive means of forcing out the Heavenly Gods, even if it was just the simplest and most casual mana barrier, it was incredible.

This can only show that Chu Yun's actual combat strength has reached the level of a heavenly immortal. Otherwise, the attack of the general golden immortal on the heavenly gods, the heavenly gods can directly choose to ignore them.

Thinking of this, the coldness in the wind god's eyes was even worse.

On the one hand, he was jealous of Chu Yun, and he was also jealous that Eryi Zhenren had such a disciple. On the other hand, he was also worried that Chu Yun would grow up to the point where he could pose a threat in the future.

Fengshen actually wanted to kill Chu Yun and send him to the funeral of Shenhuang.

If this was not Kowloon City, if it was in a hidden place, if it would not be known by other gods, he would definitely not hesitate to do it.

Still, he resisted the reckless thought......

Thump!

Chu Yun's back hit the city wall and finally stopped.

He forcibly suppressed his body's reaction to vomit blood, his eyes were indifferent to the extreme, and he stared at Fengshen and said, "Don't kill me?"

"A golden immortal, is he worthy of letting me make a move? Fengshen said coldly, his tone full of disdain.

When the words fell, Chu Yun grinned, and his voice was slightly gloomy: "If you don't kill me, don't regret it." Sooner or later, I'm going to kill you. ”

Many immortals outside the city trembled violently in their hearts when they heard this.

What is this guy talking about?

He actually told Lord Fengshen that he was going to kill someone sooner or later?

Is this person living in a dream, or is he too arrogant, or does he deliberately speak cruelly because he knows that Fengshen can't pull his face down to bully juniors?

A golden immortal who claims to kill the gods? It's just a fantasy......

Everyone's eyes wandered back and forth between Fengshen and Chu Yun.

When Fengshen heard Chu Yun's words, he couldn't help but raise his head and laugh: "Kill me? What did you say? Okay, I'll wait." ”

Chu Yun kept the smile of the wind god in his mind, and he also pressed hatred in his heart.

The opponent was a god-level master, and although Chu Yun had hatred in his heart, he did not lose his rationality......

Although he had a very heavy killing intent towards the Wind God, now, even if he fought for his life, it was impossible for him to do it. So, he could only endure it for the time being.

Revenge, there will be a chance.

I'm afraid that the wind god can only be a god in this life, and Chu Yun is not worried that he can only look up to the god forever.

Even if he is a god king, as long as he deserves to die, he will still be killed! Big deal, let him live a few more years......