However, the blade of the dagger was glowing with a strange purple light, indicating that it was coated with a deadly poison.
Feng Yunjing stared straight at He Xi, his voice low and soft, but it seemed to be brewing a storm: "Xi Yue, every time I see you, you always give me unexpected surprises. However, my patience is limited. Since you don't want to drink my toast, don't blame me for being rude!"
After he finished speaking, the spiritual power in his body suddenly surged, and the wound that was originally glowing purple was instantly covered by powerful spiritual power.
When the purple venom came into contact with spiritual power, it was like it had met its nemesis and was swallowed up without a trace.
And the playful look of cat and mouse no longer appeared on Feng Yunjing's face, instead it was replaced by a crazy and domineering look of determination to win.
He Xi's heart sank little by little.
Sure enough, facing Feng Yunjing, she didn't have the slightest ability to resist.
Even if it was a deadly poison that could kill low-level warriors instantly, when used on Feng Yunjing, it would at most cause him a little bit of pain.
There is an insurmountable chasm between the Vein Condensation Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage.
The spiritual power in Feng Yunjing's body slowly condensed into thick black mist.
Then a familiar black flag rose into the sky, hovering in the sky and growing bigger and bigger.
The whole world seemed to be covered in darkness and dark clouds, with a hint of bone-chilling coldness.
He Xi's face was gloomy. He suddenly summoned a spiritual fire in his hand and threw it towards the black flag in the air.
The light golden spiritual fire wrapped around a corner of the flag, seeming to burn it a little.
But soon, the thick black fog swallowed up all the spiritual fire.
He Xi didn't expect that the spiritual fire could hurt Feng Yunjing, so he took advantage of the fact that Feng Yunjing's attention was on the Rakshasa flag.
She soared into the sky with the Lishui sword in hand and attacked Feng Yunjing directly.
Feng Yunjing commanded the black mist to devour the spiritual fire. When he turned around and saw the sword light so close at hand, he was not afraid. Instead, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He Xi watched as the tip of the sword was about to pierce Feng Yunjing's chest, but suddenly he felt a chill in his heart.
Then a breath that made her shudder appeared behind her, and the steady breathing was so close that it was almost sticking to her back.
Feng Yunjing in front of her disappeared without a trace like a phantom, but behind her, a tall shadow slowly appeared.
He Xi was horrified and wanted to run away, but suddenly she found that cold black air had penetrated into her limbs and bones without her knowing.
It was like black chains locking her limbs and making her unable to move.
What's even more terrifying is that this cold black air has not stopped yet, and it slowly seeps into her dantian from her blood. For a moment, the spiritual power that was originally stirring in her dantian seemed to be frozen and could no longer flow.
He Xi's face turned pale from the cold black air, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Feng Yunjing, what did you do to me?"
Feng Yunjing's low laughter came from behind, full of ridicule and complacency.
He Xi could feel Feng Yunjing take a step forward, then he put his arm around her waist from behind and pulled her into a hot embrace.
Feng Yunjing's lips were half touching her ear, and he spoke slowly in a low and hoarse voice: "I think Xi Yue should be familiar with this Rakshasa flag, right? You have witnessed its power in the Yunyan formation that day. It's just that you couldn't use your spiritual power at that time, so the power of the Rakshasa flag could not be exerted to one ten-thousandth of its power." (To be continued)