"Daozi." The ancient god painting floated like a ghost, surrounding the mixed road, his eyes were like torches, and his sharp eyes were like two sharp knives, which suddenly cut through his defenses and pierced his heart.

"Isn't it injured?" she chuckled, and at the moment when the bastard was about to go berserk, she went straight to Feng Qingyang, "You can't kill him, but it doesn't mean I can't, what you can't do, it doesn't mean that I can't do it, if I don't expose the cause today, I'm really willing not to kill him." ”

The starry sky was shaken, and the tone of the ancient god painting was arrogant to the extreme, if it was said by Chang ** Han, he might not feel that there was anything wrong, but this word came from the mouth of a delicate woman, which can be described as extremely weird.

Feng Qingyang's expression has not changed, even if the other party fights with wheels, he will not be afraid, and took the opportunity to look at the Holy Emperor, this guy is holding a stick and the middle-aged man is fighting together, intertwined, the avenue roars, and the more courageous he fights under the blessing of the way of fighting, and the middle-aged man is suppressed because of the change of the rules.

In a short period of time, it should be impossible to tell the winner or loser, Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes were re-locked on the galloping ancient god painting, and he did not retreat but advanced.

He is a humanoid monster, every time he moves, he can cause the void to vibrate, and the thunderous roar is endless, and it can't be stopped at all.

"Shift flowers!" The ancient god painted willow eyebrows upside down, and shouted loudly, pinching the trick with both hands, the burning sea of fire suddenly changed, and countless petals fell from the sky, like a beautiful flower rain.

The petals move with the wind, and in the gradually rising flames, they do not change in the slightest, and even appear crystal clear, and the luster on them shows all kinds of strange charm.

It was all over the void, so much so that it instantly separated him from the Holy Emperor, and it seemed that it had been transferred from one heaven and earth to another, and the wind was clear and his heart was shocked, and from the breath that spread from time to time in this sea of flowers, he felt a strong shock.

Almost as if destroying the world, a roaring sound came, and a strong force was born out of thin air, filling every petal, and the petals that originally looked incomparably delicate instantly became fierce, and under the rotation, they even cut through the void and whined.

At the moment of arrival, Feng Qingyang felt a strong sense of crisis, he wanted to dodge, but this sea of flowers had completely locked him, giving him the feeling that no matter how far he fled to the ends of the earth, he would still be pursued and killed.

"Then let's fight, life and death are not certain. "The fist of the wind is clear, with a loud bang, and it is blasted towards the countless sea of flowers, you are a quasi-saint, but how much strength can you exert now?

"Jiemu!" The wind was clear and crazy, and the ancient god painting seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and when he waved his fist, the two cold words spat out of her mouth like a cold mang.

The monstrous sea of flowers suddenly contracted, making a loud rumbling sound, Weng's sound shook on the fist of the wind clear, the void twisted, and his fist accurately bombarded the defense condensed by the sea of flowers, but it was guaranteed that it was definitely hit.

But the feeling that it brought to him was that after the contact, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he secretly said that it was not good, and his body quickly fell backwards, but it was too late.

"Funeral flowers!"

Boom Boom!

The sea of flowers burst in the sky, and countless powders, like billions of pollen were crystal clear, and the whole person was suddenly submerged by the wind under the explosion, like the bombardment of the tide, directly covering him, and the flames of burning blood were all extinguished under the blasting of the petals in the sky.

Feng Qingyang spewed out blood, his body rolled backwards, and the powerful impact almost shattered the bones in his body, which was not only his strength, but also the terrifying power of the funeral flower.

"Obviously, I was hit, why did I disappear? Yes, the transfer of flowers and trees transferred my strength, and it was blessed on the funeral flowers. Feng Qingyang held back his body that was about to break, his eyes were black, and his mind was even more dizzy, as if he was about to fall into a coma, and bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the pain of concentration made him even recover a little, because he knew that once he fell into a coma, he would definitely die.

"How can you stop the power of the burial flower?" the ancient god smiled, and his beautiful face suddenly became terrifying, and suddenly, Feng Qingyang almost took her for Medusa.

Boom Boom!

Bursts of roars swept from all directions, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, drifting with the waves in the storm, and with every impact, he had to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and so on dozens of times, he even thought that his blood donation had been exhausted.

The other party is too strong, although he is also a quasi-saint like the bastard, but the gap between the two is not a star and a half, but a world of difference, the wind is clear and embarrassed to run the mana of the whole body, wanting to resist the impact of the funeral flower.

After a while, there was a sudden sharp pain all over the body, a pain that reached deep into the soul, and the skin withered in an instant, like a branch of a tree whose nutrients had been lost, and it was covered with black spots, which spread all over the body in the blink of an eye.

The running mana seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, and every meridian was fiercely suppressed, "Move flowers and trees, bury flowers here!" The voice of the ancient god painting came faintly.

There is no emotion, it is extremely cold, just such a sentence makes the temperature around it drop continuously, almost frozen, and every burst of pollen is crystal clear and smooth.

Suddenly, a huge palm was conjured in front of Feng Qingyang, sweeping across the sky and the earth, the peak was impermanent, with a momentum of destruction, a demonic explosion, and went straight to Feng Qingyang to smash away.

The pinnacle palm of the quasi-saint, although it has been suppressed by fifty percent of its strength, is still a quasi-saint, the peak powerhouse under the genuine saint, who can match it?

"You and I have no grievances, but we are determined to kill me. Feng Qingyang almost crushed his teeth, looking at the oncoming big palm, there was no way to hide, there was no way to retreat, what was about to usher in could only be a collision, not life and death.

"It's too much deception!" Feng Qingyang's tone became more and more cold, and under the palm of the petal illusion, his expression was crazy, with a kind of despair, and even a kind of resoluteness that regarded death as home.

"If I die, you will never live, even if I can't kill you, but I can also make you lose all your protection under this catastrophe.

Heaven and earth, you are not alone, I am not sorry for the death of a certain wind, the blame is only born too late, ugly and ugly, if I don't die, you will definitely be miserable...... It's miserable, it's miserable!

If you don't believe me, we'll see!"