A punch was thrown, and the Great Witch Saintess suddenly retreated behind her!

This is the first time since Feng Qingyang went head-to-head with her that he repelled her!

Step by step, step by step, when she began to doubt her own strength, she was doomed to failure, and the wind was clear like a wild beast, trampling on her last strength.

The Great Witch Saintess's heart swayed, and looking at the wind that was rushing up again, she suddenly gave up her resistance and let his last punch fall on her body.

Bang...... The Great Witch Saintess touched a mouthful of blood and suddenly flew backwards, and at that moment, there was a trace of blood left in the sky, like a rainbow hanging high in the night.

"You...... Mortal!"

Feng Qingyang stepped on his feet, rushed up with a bang, and flew towards the Great Witch Saintess, and between the flights, he waved one hand again, and at that moment, he heard the cracking sound of the bones in his right hand.

However, he still swung his last blow, the last time he wanted to kill the Great Witch Saintess here, his red hair was better than blood, and the fierce aura of his body even shook the moonlight.

The roaring sound sounded, the meaning of the town poured down, and the mountain projection appeared again, but this time the mountain did not have the agility it had before, but it was a little ethereal.

But even if it was just that, it was not something that the Great Witch Saintess who had already suffered a heavy blow could resist, and at the same time, Feng Qingyang stretched out his hands and grabbed at the void.

Suddenly, a visible ripple spread, enveloping the Great Witch Saintess who was still flying in the air, and a smile provoked at the corner of his mouth, he wanted to return the qiē he had suffered to her before.

It was late at night, everyone's minds were already numb, and they couldn't even speak, looking at the wind Qingyang, they didn't know what their eyes were, from the initial hanging, to the final counterattack, it can be said that it was only in minutes.

He is like a myth, constantly breaking the myth of another myth, in a short period of time, he has surpassed himself, and his soul has been sublimated in battle.

He shrank his five fingers, turned into a claw, and pulled it towards himself, only to hear a muffled snort, and the great witch saint who fell into the control of Feng Qingyang suddenly appeared under the projection of the meaning of the town.

As long as the wind is clear, as long as he waves his big hand, then she will be suppressed in an instant, only this time it is no longer suppressed, but obliterated!

"Kill you! and defeat myself!" Feng Qingyang's heart began to shout again, he no longer hesitated, the material was transferred, and he waved down with one hand, and the projection exploded.

It was the sky falling, the void was turbulent, if it was in a strong place, I was afraid that it would shatter the sky, and the breath of the meaning of the town was transmitted far away, and the patriarchs of the Wuzhen tribe below released their own mana to envelop their people.

The meaning of the town has a long history, and it seems that every qiē between heaven and earth must wear itself out under its suppression!

The roaring sound came, echoing between the heavens and the earth, but at the last moment, a scream suddenly came, Feng Qingyang fixed his eyes, only to see that the giant beast that was originally floating in the void suddenly moved, and only came to the projection of the meaning of the town in an instant, and then stretched out his tongue and rolled it, and immediately protected the Great Witch and Holy Maiden.

After doing this, the projection of the meaning of the town fell in an instant, shattering its whole body, but it did not kill it with a single blow.

So much so that when the wind was clear and had begun to lose its strength, the giant beast suddenly turned over, rolled up a violent wind and fled the scene in an instant, quickly appeared in the Heavenly Danger Mountain Range, and then disappeared in a flash.

......

"Ran away?!"

Feng Qingyang closed his eyes, this was the last thought in his heart, and then he fell from the void with a thud, slamming into the white bones on the ground.

"I won, Xiaozhu, Duoduo, I didn't lose in the group fight!" Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, feeling the pain in his body, but his heart was unstoppable pleasure.

The wounds of the body can be restored, but the sublimation of the soul is one in a thousand, and many monks will never encounter it once in their lives.

Moreover, his will not only helped him, but also led everyone in the Wuzhen tribe, including those patriarchs who had lived for countless years.

A person's spirit, the role obtained, is not so simple, between the hand-to-hand combat, maybe the strength is equal, no distinction between superior, but a person's momentum may be stronger, then he is the winner.

It's like the wind is clear, if he had a sluggish heart after being defeated by the Great Witch and Holy Maiden before, then it was not her who ran away now, but himself.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers from here, it was the result of excitement, it was an extremely suppressed outburst, under the infection of the clear wind, it suddenly soared into the sky.

Zhang Hanfei stood aside, his heart beating wildly, and his inner blood trembled uncontrollably, it was excitement, it was surging, and it was a kind of speechlessness.

After a long time, he slowly walked towards Feng Qingyang, and as he began to move, countless young people behind him also began to slowly gather towards him.

When he walked to Feng Qingyang's side, looking at the wounds all over his body and the blood that still didn't stop, somehow, Zhang Hanfei's heart was soft, and he almost burst into tears.

He was moved!

At this moment, the hearts of the young men and women around them were shaken, and they secretly clenched their fists when they looked at the hideous cuts and the faintly visible white bones.

Suddenly, the crowd consciously dispersed, and the women of the Wuzhen tribe stepped forward one after another, standing beside Feng Qingyang, and they transmitted their mana one by one, and went towards Feng Qingyang.

All of a sudden, huge mana poured down, and women were delicate by nature, so their mana was also the most suitable for healing.

Countless mana gathered together, and it seemed to turn into a panacea in an instant, and the wind was lying on the ground, slowly absorbing their mana.

In the thirsty sea of dantian qi, after starting to absorb mana, it instantly became active, like a sky-swallowing giant beast, and suddenly opened its big mouth, wanting to swallow it in one gulp.

Wisps of soft mana were injected into the body, Feng Qingyang finally had a trace of mobility, he controlled himself with difficulty, if he didn't control it, he was afraid that after one treatment, these women would be sucked dry by him.

After a long time, he stood up, there was still blood on his body, but it had stopped, and the hideous wounds began to coagulate, turning into terrifying scars on his chest.

At this moment, he just stood calmly in place, but the people on the side could only look up at him, and they didn't even dare to stand on the same line with him.

By his side, there is only Zhan Han Fei, and only this Zhang Hanfei who was lit by Feng Qingyang, because he has the same heart as Feng Qingyang, who yearns for the strong.

Since they all want to be strong, then where does the difference between high and low come from? Feng Qingyang rolled his eyes, looked at Zhang Hanfei, and nodded secretly in his heart, but at the moment of nodding, his brows were wrinkled deeper.

"I hope you don't become my enemy!"