didn't wait for Feng Qingyang to speak, but Zhang Hanfei on the side took the lead in the storm.

His face turned pale, a sign that he had sunk into extreme anger.

Seeing this, the ugly-looking Great Witch Saint Son smiled lightly, but this smile was extremely weird, and two rows of white teeth peeked out of his lips, looking extremely bloodthirsty.

"It seems that Wu Lao is really right, this time the rules have really changed from the past, but you are not qualified enough. ”

He said with a smile, but he didn't know that his words at this time had already angered the people of the Wuzhen tribe, but the funny thing was that they just dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, obviously there were only two people on the other side, but it seemed that there were thousands of troops, so they didn't dare to make a move.

However, for Zhang Hanfei, who is a little impatient, this obviously does not work.

He suddenly roared, and the flying sword behind his back flashed, and suddenly turned into a streamer and roared away......

The streamer flickered, and the shocking coercion erupted, this monstrous sword, the people of the Wuzhen tribe below looked dumb, obviously, in their eyes, Zhang Hanfei was a little different.

However, this qiē was only known to the Shui Zhen Patriarch, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he didn't know what he had in mind, and his eyes looking at Feng Qingyang were actually full of sincere gratitude.

The sword light roared, and Wei Ya filled the sky, however, the moment the light shot towards the Great Witch Holy Son, he saw that he just raised his hand casually, only to hear a crisp sound, and the flying sword stopped in mid-air in an instant.

I saw that at the door of the Holy Son, a layer of light curtain appeared, and the light curtain was octagonal, like a tortoise shell, which seemed to be like autumn water, but it was extremely tenacious.

"That's all there is to it? It seems that Wu Lao is exaggerating. ”

The Great Witch Saint Son smiled disdainfully, his eyes widened, his body leaned forward slightly, and suddenly a ball of mana erupted, the void distorted, and the painful hiss of the flying sword was heard.

Then Weng screamed, the light quickly dimmed, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Poof......

Zhang Hanfei suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale in an instant, the flying sword was connected to his heart, the flying sword was damaged, and he inevitably suffered a heavy blow.

His face was gloomy, and he looked at the Great Witch Saint Son and the Holy Maiden standing on the giant beast in the distance, and his heart was full of unwillingness.

If he cultivates to be strong, if the people of the Wuzhen tribe are not so weak, if the five patriarchs dare to attack at the same time, then no matter how strong the Holy Son and Holy Daughter are, they will have to hate this.

With Zhang Hanfei's defeat, an expression finally appeared on Feng Qingyang's face.

However, it was a touch of indifference, as if it was not his business, but he was involved.

"You are the Great Witch Holy Son?" The wind cleared and smelled casually, a light breeze, since his momentum was defeated by the saint before, he did not have the urge to break out again!

However, secretly he was extremely vigilant, after all, this was not an ordinary person, and Feng Qingyang could feel the killing intent from the two of them.

If you're not careful, you'll have to plant it here.

"Who are you?"

The Holy Son looked at the wind Qingyang, and for some reason, the expression on his face was a little unnatural, as if he knew him.

"Me?!"

Feng Qingyang pointed to his nose, and when he saw the Holy Son nodding, he said, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I am the one who killed you!"

"Hahaha...... Jokes, it's up to you?"

The Holy Son shouted, and his momentum exploded instantly, without concealment, and at this moment, he finally revealed his full strength.

The wind and clouds changed color, and a powerful coercion swept out, his coercion was different from that of a human monk, and it was full of an unyielding sense of resistance, which was somewhat similar to that of the wind.

The coercion swept the world, making the white bones below buzz, as if there was a burst of invisible big palms pressing, making everyone breathless.

Click...... After the missing pieces of white bones roared, they shattered in an instant, and countless ashes rose with the wind, spread out, and flew towards everyone.

The ground shattered, the earth and rocks splashed, it seemed to turn into quicksand or dark rivers, and in some places it actually began to sink slowly, and the soil shattered, revealing the decay in it, just because, in an instant, everyone tensed their nerves.

"It's up to you...... Why can you kill me?"

Seeing that the people of the Wuzhen tribe seemed to have been suppressed, the Holy Son was obviously a little satisfied, and looked at the wind Qingyang with disdain, so that he was given enough time to prepare, as if he wanted to see his methods.

"Just ...... This!"

Feng Qingyang changed his body, no longer as gentle and elegant as before, his face was hideous, and there was a tail full of barbs and spikes behind him, and between the tail swaying, there was a whirring sound in the void.

At this time, it was a night, maybe there was no day in the sky here, and there was a moon hanging high above the sky, and the cold light sprinkled down, making the earth full of slaughter.

The sky was dim, the moonlight was cold, the wind was clear, the ring in his hand flashed, and he instantly took out the long-cultivated moon bow, held it in his hand, and burst with the momentum on his body.

The earth shook, and the two of them had not yet made a move, but their respective momentum had already started a fierce competition, like a tug-of-war, each occupying half of the sky.

Suddenly, Feng Qingyang raised his hand, his body moved slightly, like a curved shrimp, he pulled the moon bow into a full moon, and countless essences in the heavens and earth converged between his fingers along the air current.

At that moment, his fingers were shining, and although he looked horrified, at this moment, there was something sacred.

The silver moonlight, the strong arrow qi swirling, and the momentum that the two of them had already intertwined, caused the ground below to shake again.

The white bones buzzed, and it seemed that they had begun to play a war song of vicissitudes, which was the fate and origin of the two races.

The white bones flew up, bursting one after another in the air, and the moonlight shone down, as if it cut it to pieces, as if this qiē was just a nature!

Moonlight's killing, at this time, both of them are borrowing the power of Yuehua!

The Great Witch Saint Son was stunned for a moment, looking at the wind of the bent bow, coupled with his huge momentum, it made him a little frightened, although his momentum was not weaker than him, and even surpassed it.

But his heart was still beating wildly.

Feng Qingyang's face was calm, even indifferent, there was no world in his eyes, and the moment he took out the Moon Death Bow, there was only one left in his eyes-that was the Great Witch Saint Son.

That's his prey!

The heavenly spirit qi gathered into a Cheng dù, and when Feng Qingyang had already felt the trembling and excitement of the Moon Death Bow, he decisively and without hesitation let go of his hand.

The light arrow formed by the convergence of the essence of heaven and earth was born in an instant, like a bright meteor, cutting through the sky in the dim sky, and roaring towards the Great Witch Son.

The arrows flickered, without the peerless coercion, and seemed to be somewhat calm, silent, and even the sound of breaking the sky did not appear, just disappeared into the night sky.

In fact, it is the watch that it is almost to the extreme, it is like a meteor, chasing the stars and catching the moon, and the light that blooms seems to be for the bright eternity of that moment.

"Good time!"