Seeing Fang Yan's skillful repulsion of his Shadowless Demon Sword, Feng Chong suddenly felt a trace of panic in his heart, from the short battle between the two, Fang Yan gave him an unfathomable feeling, which was unique in all these years of fighting with a monk of the same rank as him. Impossible, how could this inferior and former servant disciple be qualified to be his true opponent now?

Feng Chongwu refused to believe that the dialect had grown into the same existence as him, you must know that he was in the Heavenly Demon Sect, not to mention his own ancestor. Feng Chong didn't want to accept it no matter what, the role that used to be like a little reptile could be compared to him, the pride of the sky, but the sudden change next to him made him suddenly shocked.

There was a fluctuation of mana in the divine consciousness, and most people who had been in battle for a long time were the most sensitive to such subtle feelings, and the more such seemingly negligent the attack, the most deadly threat. Feng Chong retreated sharply almost instinctively, but how could his body be so fast as a fast-flying spirit weapon, only to see a small sword as light as nothing suddenly appear in front of him, and it was already unavoidable.

Unexpectedly, this kind of shadowless and invisible attack, Fang Yan was also launched at the same time, and it was even more strange and unpredictable than his shadowless demon sword, and now he could be regarded as truly tasting the power of this invisible attack. By the time he realized that the attack was coming, it was too late, and he couldn't dodge the small flying sword that was chasing after him, and he didn't have time to use other defensive methods, and he was about to succeed when he saw the dialect.

Suddenly, a halo emitted from Feng Chong's body, and the shadowless sword of the dialect immediately pierced into his body, but it did not pass through his body as expected, but was inexplicably blocked, and the sword momentum was slightly on his body, and then it slashed over his body, stirring up a bloody arrow. Feng Chong suddenly let out a miserable scream, his left hand became bloody, and from time to time blood droplets dripped down, and the expression on his face became distorted from anger.

If it weren't for the treasure given to him by his ancestor just now, he would automatically protect his body at a critical moment, maybe this arm would have left him. And what frightened him even more was that. This flying sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, turned out to be a spiritual weapon, and Fang Yan could also send out a spiritual weapon attack at the same time when he was envoying several magic weapons, which made him unbelievable.

"Spirit and Demon Dual Cultivation, you are not a dialect, who are you kid?" Feng Chong shouted loudly, at this time he already knew that the person in front of him was not what he imagined at all. He even began to wonder if this person was speaking in tongues. This method is too terrifying, and it doesn't look like an ordinary monk can use it. And the dialect is not only beyond his expectations, but even the strength is so strong, just more than ten years like a different person.

In fact, he didn't know the dialect in the first place, and he had been looking at it with the same eyes as before, and he always felt that the dialect was still far from the servant disciple of the Fire Gate who could only cultivate the Spirit Valley, and he never thought that the strength of the dialect back then was not bad. Feng Chong only came to his senses at this moment, this battle was far from being as easy as he had expected, only a few rounds had passed, but instead of taking advantage of it. On the contrary, he was suddenly succeeded by the other party's unexpected means.

"Haha, didn't you recognize me first, you won't know me as a junior brother so soon, Senior Brother Feng, you're too forgetful, right?" Although this blow was successful, it was prevented by this guy's talisman treasure, and it only caused some minor injuries, and the dialect secretly said that it was a pity. But the power of this little sword is really good. The first time I used it, I was very satisfied with the dialect, and my master's alchemy was really good.

Feng Chong didn't answer, glanced at Fang Yan viciously, immediately urged the bowl in his hand to move, and then put away a few magic weapons that had been turned upside down. Soon a large mist of blood floated from the bowl, and it spread in an instant. It filled the nearby sky, emitting a thick burst of blood.

This was not enough, Feng Chong threw out a blood-red humanoid puppet. At this moment, he has regarded dialects as a great enemy of life and death, and it is absolutely impossible not to come up with his strongest means, otherwise Mo said that he has any chance of winning, and he may be planted here today.

"Bloodseeker, kill him for me. Feng Chong pointed to the dialect. He shouted hoarsely at the blood-red puppet. I saw that the blood demon he said was huge, three feet high, with two horns on its head, eyes like copper bells, like a fierce god, and behind it there was a long black tail like a steel whip, exuding a disgusting and unpleasant smell all over its body.

However, the strength of this blood demon is not low, and the aura emanating from it is equivalent to a third-level demon beast, which is a real mid-stage combat power of foundation building, which is higher than the level of the two demon pets in the dialect. This is Feng Chong's ancestor Feng Ji, who spent a lot of money to get a powerful treasure for him, and it is also one of his biggest hole cards.

"No, this is not a puppet, it seems to be a corpse puppet, this monster's flesh and blood is by no means refined, but it seems to be refined from the corpse of a demonic beast. Fang Yan looked closely, this blood demon was very similar to the corpse refining, with a strong corpse aura on his body, but it looked blood-red, which was very different from ordinary corpse refining.

Originally, Fang Yan wanted to take the opportunity to get close and get close to Feng Chong for hand-to-hand combat, but now that this corpse puppet is blocking the way, he can only find another opportunity. This piece of blood mist is easy to deal with, and it can be resisted by releasing the yellow smoke gourd, but there is no other way to deal with such a fierce thing, and the dialect immediately summons the black evil and the shadow. Even if it seemed that the two demon pets were inferior to this corpse puppet, they could only be expected to resist this corpse puppet for the time being.

"Demon pet, what the hell is your kid, could it be that he is also a disciple of the Demon Sect, report your name quickly. If we have the same purpose, it's not that we can't discuss, just stop here, and go our separate ways in the future, and there will be no intersection, what do you think?" Seeing Fang Yan raise his hand and release the two demon pets, Feng Chong was even more surprised, if he was only suspicious before, now he is sure that Fang Yan is the same as him, and he is also a person in the Demon Dao, otherwise where would he come from such a means.

Moreover, he has realized that he has little chance of winning this fight, and it is even more difficult to kill him, and he doesn't know if Fang Yan has any strong means that have not been used, saying these words shows that he has begun to show his cowardice and does not want to fight with Fang Yan anymore. Perhaps it is best to figure out the origin of the dialect first, and then slowly figure it out later.

"What is the origin? I can't say this, I am not a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect anyway, but it is a pity that I can't be in the same sect with Senior Brother Feng again. But if I can get Senior Brother Feng's guidance today, forget it, but I wish, I think you are still good at fighting methods, don't ask those useless questions. Since he asked, of course Fang Yan had to sell him a pass, so that he could be distracted during the fight.

"Good boy, don't eat and drink when you toast, don't think that you have a few means, you can be so arrogant, and you don't know how to die later. Feng Chong was completely enraged. The meaning of the dialect is already very clear, no matter what the relationship between them is, the two of them are alive and die today.

A ball of demonic fire suddenly spit out from Feng Chong's mouth, and immediately became strangely cold around him, only to see Feng Chong's hands connected the dots, this cold blue flame suddenly sprayed out to the surroundings, and swept away towards the dialect all over the world. There are indeed a lot of methods for this guy. It's not much worse than dialects, and all kinds of treasures are one after another. It's really hard to cope with someone else.

At this time, Feng Chong took out another Mo Ming armor piece the size of a zhang, and after urging it, it emitted a dark green light, protecting himself from the attack of the two flying swords of the dialect beside him. Feng Chong did this, and he made up his mind to trap the dialect with magic fire, force the dialect to consume mana with him, and drag the dialect down by relying on the advantage of cultivation.

This approach does make sense, and this demonic fire also has an extraordinary origin, even if the dialect is a dual cultivation of spirit and demon. It is also difficult to resist the powerful demonic fire attack for a long time, as long as it can be delayed, the odds are on Feng Chong's side. Besides, the corpse puppet is strong, and the two demon pets of the dialect can resist it, and after a long time, the odds of victory will increase by one point.

I have to say that Feng Chong's calculation is perfect, and Fang Yan is also a little helpless about it. Although he is not afraid of falling into a mana competition, he must know that the dialect is a dual cultivation of spirit and demon, and his mana is far beyond the same level, but in this way, the variables also increase, and it becomes more difficult to kill Feng Chong.

It's too early to think about that, and the priority is the magic fire in front of you. Only by resisting it first can we talk about anything else. Fang Yan also had a spiritual fire in his body, and he was about to summon it, when suddenly he thought of something, stopped the movement in his hand, only activated the spiritual fire to protect himself, and immediately activated the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill. It turned out that he was whimsical and wanted to devour the opponent's demonic fire with the help of exercises.

Tongues are so daring. Naturally, he had some confidence in doing so, and the result after that was as he expected, the siege of a large area of cold and demonic fire did not make him uncomfortable, but he was like a fish in water in it. However, he deliberately made an unbearable expression, looking as painful as he wanted, which made Feng Chong keep pouring mana into the demonic fire.

In fact, the demon fire is being quickly absorbed by him, this is the subtlety of the Heaven Swallowing Demon Skill, no matter what kind of mana can be temporarily collected into the body, of course refining can't do it, but it is not difficult to store it in the acupoint.

It's just that the acupuncture points are not as good as the dantian, and the stored spiritual power is still very limited, but the dialect has its own wonderful method, and it actually inhales the magic fire spiritual power through the hidden veins and directly enters the natal spirit rune in the dantian, and this kind of yin and cold mana just matches the attribute of the spirit rune he is condensing, which is a great supplement for it.

Moreover, the blue orb of the dialect can also hold all kinds of spiritual fire, as long as he mobilizes his divine sense, he can easily suck the demonic fire into the fire pool in the space, unless Feng Chong's demonic fire is too strong to even withstand the dialect's divine sense. But how could Feng Chong control such a powerful demonic fire, and he didn't know that there were such incredible means in the world that could devour the flames that others had refined.

Looking at Fang Yan's flustered expression, a cruel pleasure slowly appeared on Feng Chong's face, and he finally saw the hope of victory, this garbage Five Spirit Root Cultivator was also worthy of fighting for life and death with himself. But after a while, he couldn't laugh anymore, and although Fang Yan seemed to be struggling to resist, his attacks on himself did not stop, and the two flying swords still flew up and down around him.

There was still time to attack him, Feng Chong felt that something must be wrong, otherwise how could he have the spare strength to urge the spirit weapon. At this time, he also gradually noticed the abnormality of the demon fire, although it was difficult for him to understand, he didn't know what was going on, but even if he wanted to break his head, he would not have thought that his demon fire had become the nourishment of the other party, and thought that it was because of his lack of mana.

All this must be ended as soon as possible, no matter what conspiracy he has, in the face of his own absolute strength, dialects can only lead to death. Thinking of this, the aura on Feng Chong's body changed suddenly, and his cultivation rushed straight up in an instant, and he was quickly promoted to the first level, reaching the sixth layer of foundation building, but he still did not stop, and he finally stopped until he was close to the edge of the late stage of foundation building. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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