The Great Witch Saint Son let out a low snort, his face was covered with black mist, and the light curtain that had blocked the flying sword before appeared again.

It is densely presented, but this time the tortoise shell on it appears more profound, and the ancient, vicissitudes of life are instantly oppressed.

The earth trembled, and at this moment, it seemed that it was no longer two people fighting, but two different wills, one with the destruction of the other, and the other with resistance!

Under the moonlight, the night was monstrous, and the billowing cold air poured down, turning into a fierce killing intent, freezing through people's hearts, that feeling, like freezing three feet of cold!

The light arrow passed through the void, and the moment it reappeared, it was already above the light curtain, only a few meters away from the Great Witch Saint Son.

Within the void, a heart-pounding shrill sound erupted, the sharpest spear piercing the strongest shield.

The light arrow is massless, only a bright light appears in front of everyone's eyes, extremely dazzling, it seems to be just a point, a point that carries the momentum of a thousand armies.

The Great Witch Saint Son snorted, only to feel that he had been hit hard, and the light arrow did not shatter his defensive light curtain, but it had an invisible force that pierced straight through.

At that moment, his heart was swaying, and there was no problem with his body, but his complexion instantly turned golden, as miserable as gold paper, and there was even a thunder rolling in his brain, which made him shed a wisp of blood!

It's just an arrow, just a simple arrow, it seems simple to outsiders, but in fact, it contains Feng Qingyang's extremely domineering and cold arrow, its power is infinitely close to his full force.

Now, it is the life and death crisis of the Great Witch Holy Son, and at the moment when he revealed his blood, the light curtain tortoise shell was also shattered at this moment, turning into a star point of light, and annihilated in the vast void.

"Crush me!" the Great Witch Son roared, the tortoiseshell light curtain shattered, and his head stretched forward, forcibly fixing the light arrow that was about to pierce his head.

His pupils contracted, and he clearly felt the stillness of his blood, as well as his heart, which was about to stop beating, and countless cracks appeared on his face, as if he was about to follow in the footsteps of the light curtain.

This is the first time in his life that he feels the crisis of death, and it is the first time in his life that he has suffered a setback.

He stretched out his hands, crossed out and flashed a mace, he didn't think about it, and smashed it in front of him!

I only heard a bang, the void shook, and the light arrow shattered, but at the moment of shattering, it bloomed its most beautiful moment.

It was a flower, a delicate, but cold flower!

The people of the Wuzhen tribe below, seeing this scene, were all bold, their hearts were turbulent, and they looked at the wind and clear eyes as if they were looking at a devil.

None of them thought that she would be so strong!

"Actually fixed my light arrow with a powerful idea!" Feng Qingyang was also extremely surprised at this moment, this was also the first time he had seen such a strong idea since his debut.

If it is strong enough, it must be a thought to bloom and dominate the world!

After the Great Witch Son blocked the lightsaber, the black mist on his body suddenly dispersed, revealing a body of bronzed skin, only a pair of leather pants on his lower body, and his upper body was bare.

On his chest, there was a totem, and the totem took the shape of a fierce beast, and the fierce beast was the big fish under their feet.

"Do you want to eat my stick too!" The corner of the Great Witch Saint's mouth was raised, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, looking at Feng Qingyang and looking very hideous.

Suddenly, his whole body exploded, and the totem on his chest suddenly saw a glow, and after the light was injected into the mace, he no longer hesitated, and smashed down on Feng Qingyang's head in an instant!

The mace carries the momentum of ten thousand armies, and has a groundbreaking power, and under a simple smash, the wind becomes larger, and the wind is clear and locked, and countless phantoms appear on top of each other.

The strength of the qi became a gang, and there were bursts of roaring, and the countless flying white bones were destroyed again at this moment, and even before they turned into flying ashes, they were once again cut by the energy of the mace, flying all over the sky!

At that moment, a hallucination suddenly appeared in front of Feng Qingyang's eyes, as if a giant was holding a great axe to open the sky and slash at him.

The night was cold, so that the mace revealed bursts of cold light, and the moonlight helped people, and it was with the help of the cold power of Yuehua that he would look so domineering and mighty.

"Blood Demon Mudra!"

Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, and his body flashed back, moving out of the mace at the moment when it was about to come.

As a few words came out of his mouth, his eyes flashed with a strange red light, his long blood-red hair moved with the wind, his big hand quickly sealed, and at the moment when the momentum of his body climbed to the peak, he instantly pressed forward.

With a bang, countless red clouds suddenly appeared in the dim night sky, and the red clouds came from afar, rumbling and superimposing, layer by layer!

The red clouds rolled, and the thunder flickered like dragons with fangs and claws, and they roared below, enveloping the Great Witch Son in an instant.

The wind is clear and covered in black scale armor, with a swaying tail behind him, and a moon bow in his hand, surrounded by thunder and lightning, and endless black mist flickering.

He was full of coercion, and as soon as he stepped forward, the void trembled instantly, and at that moment, a million catties of power exploded, a deafening roar sounded, and a twisted ripple could be seen slowly spreading.

The blood demon's big handprint lightly broke away the mace's energy, and at the same time, the palm print also quickly dispersed, instantly appearing on the soles of the feet of the breeze, becoming his first stepping on the foil.

The wind Qingyang did not stop under his feet, and then the second step out, majestic and majestic, his feet moved, and the red cloud moved with his movements, instantly spanning countless zhang distances, and appeared in the sky above the Great Witch Son.

He looked down, the Moon Bow in his hand was once again pulled into a full moon, the void under his feet shook, roaring, and a black giant beast figure appeared behind him, that is-Qiangzun!

On the Moonfall Bow, there was an endless cold air, absorbing the moonlight, and it seemed to be just at midnight at this time, although the sky was still dark, but the time had come.

The moon is cold, the wind shining on the sky is clear, and the Great Witch Son on the back of the giant beast!

"My arrow can destroy heaven and earth, shatter the sky, and make you rise and fall!"

He only saw a slight movement, but instead of letting go, he pulled back again and pulled it back slightly, and there was a whistling in his ears, and there seemed to be a wild roar of the phantom of the Spirit.

That's conquest, that's the power of the world!

As the bowstring trembled, the power superimposed on it doubled again, and at that moment, Feng Qingyang felt that he was not holding a bow, but a peerless beast.

He really wants to open his mouth and swallow everything in front of him!

Void Woo, it was an immortal war song, this battle was silent, even the dialogue between them was less than ten sentences, however, it was a race of life and death.

Suddenly, he let go of his fingertips!