The fierce eyes, with a different kind of madness, were clearly the last gasp of a spent force, but in Gu Shenhua's eyes, they still made her tremble with fear, and a chill in her heart for no reason.
“Why are you so arrogant? Do you think my sister is a soft persimmon? How can I be threatened by you?” Gu Shenhua roared, clasped his hands together, and the world of sea of fire suddenly evolved into a strange image. The jade fingers were green and the waves were shining like glass. There was a loud bang, covering the world where Feng Qingyang was, and it suddenly returned to chaos.
This nothingness was like boiling water rolling, shaking the heaven and earth in the roar, and twisted into a huge whirlpool, sweeping across the sky and the earth. The sea of flowers shattered and were truly buried here along with the buried flowers.
When the dust settled, half an hour later, the scene fell silent again, and even breathing could be heard. The Saint Prince had ended his trembling with the middle-aged man. Although he could only passively defend himself and his body was in tatters, the middle-aged man was not in a good condition either. His clothes were disheveled, his nose and face were bruised, and he had long lost the charm he had when he first came.
He stood alone in the void, looking at the direction where Feng Qingyang was, which had already been annihilated into nothingness under the burial flowers. Was he dead? Was he still alive? Could he come back to life
The three of Hun Daozi stood aside, also looking at the chaos that had already returned to the abyss in a daze, with glassy eyes and indescribable expressions. Did he really kill him? That unreal feeling, like a dream, although they had been standing there quietly for half an hour, they didn't know why, this kind of truth and falsehood really made them feel confused. ,
"Qingyang, you killed Qingyang, you killed my brother!" The Holy Prince went berserk, demonic energy was surging, filling the sky. The demonic energy that covered the sky and the sun twisted into a gigantic fighting holy ape. He stood on top of the Dharma body, holding a golden stick, his eyes like lightning, staring at the ancient god painting viciously.
A huge black beam of light descended from the sky and landed vertically on the Holy Prince. At this moment, he only had the magic power of a half-saint, but under the burning blood, he was releasing the pressure of a quasi-saint. And as a quasi-saint with the fighting spirit, he was enough to look down on the crowd.
"Give me back my brother's life!" He roared, he was crazy, he witnessed Feng Qingyang return to nothingness under the burial flower, how could he still survive under such a powerful magical power? Not to mention that the other party was already at the end of his strength.
The Holy Prince's entire body began to tremble. The stick in his hand suddenly enlarged as if it were ten thousand feet long, standing tall against the sky. The golden-winged phoenix on his head beat violently. He rushed across the sky and earth, turning into a pitch-black whirlwind and rushed straight towards the ancient god painting in the sea of fire. The crazy demonic energy almost made the whole world tremble.
"Oh no, there's something wrong with this monkey!" Gu Shenhua was horrified. The pressure that the Holy Prince had unleashed at this moment had already made her feel stressed. The pressure that had unleashed before had consumed a huge amount of her magic power. Now, facing the Holy Prince who had fallen into madness, she simply felt powerless.
If she was at her peak, she would not care and could kill the other person with just a flip of her hand, but now... She looked at the middle-aged man and the Hun Daozi for help, but she didn't expect that the other party avoided her gaze after a moment.
"You!" Gu Shenhua laughed angrily and was about to rush forward to divert the disaster to the east. However, at the moment she moved, the Holy Prince had already arrived first. A huge stick fell from the sky, causing a loud bang. Wherever it passed, the flames in all directions, whose temperatures were enough to melt ten thousand year old iron, all retreated to both sides.
Boom!
One stick, two sticks, three sticks, until a full one hundred sticks, the Holy Prince stopped swinging the stick. His face was distorted. He was so proud, but now there was an extreme sadness on his face, and two lines of tears flowed down his face.
It is difficult to find a true friend in life, and it is easy to get a lot of money, but a brother who is willing to help you through thick and thin can only be born out of true feelings through repeated life and death.
He did not cry. Instead, the air of sorrow broke out again in the sky, sweeping across the heaven and earth. Hun Daozi did not show any expression on his face, but the sorrow affected the middle-aged man who had fought with him at the beginning. No one is perfect, and everyone makes mistakes. Moreover, human nature is inherently good. Although this middle-aged man is Hun Daozi's senior brother, in fact, the two of them have two extreme habits.
The previous battle made him deeply appreciate the character of the Holy Prince. He was upright and honest, and never used any evil means. On the contrary, fighting with him made him feel more heroic. That kind of uprightness that moved people's hearts had already deeply impressed him.
Seeing the great sorrow on the face of the Saint Prince, the sleepless man also felt sad from the bottom of his heart. He was not sad for Feng Qingyang, but felt sad for this strong man. People with different ideals cannot work together. Although he loved the Saint Prince, the two of them were still fighting because of their positions. In his opinion, the Saint Prince must be able to feel what he was feeling.
"I will not take part in your fight this time, even if the opponent is my junior sister." A strange look flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and then it turned calm. Perhaps under the madness that the Holy Prince had fallen into, he had other little thoughts, but at least, he did not take action. The sadness on his face was not pretended, but came from the heart.
"Hun Daozi, how could you do this? I came to help you kill Feng Qingyang, and now you just stand by and watch?" Gu Shenhua screamed miserably. Under the Saint Prince's desperate burning blood and madness, she had no power to fight back. She was hung up and beaten like a cat or a dog.
The transparent clothes, under the bombardment of the storm, revealed countless snow-white skin, which looked crystal clear, dazzling and refreshing.
If it were someone else, under this extreme charm, they might have swallowed their saliva, but now you are facing the Holy Prince. In his eyes, no matter how beautiful you are, you are nothing but red face and white bones.
"If you kill my brother, I will skin you alive!" The Saint Prince's eyes were bloodshot, and he no longer had any rationality left. In his eyes, this man had killed his brother. He had witnessed Feng Qingyang collapse into nothingness with his own eyes. The shock to his mind and spirit almost made him despair.
The Saint Prince had only a handful of friends in his life, and Feng Qingyang was the most important one among them. The two had experienced life and death, and had been through thick and thin together. They had long since become friends for life and death. If he didn't do something about him now, how could he live with his conscience? At the very least, he had to kill Gu Shenhua alive.
No matter what the price, no matter life or death, even if it was death, he would first drag Gu Shenhua down with him. The stick was glowing again, and the Holy Prince merged into the sea of fire again. When he appeared, his face became even more livid, but under this lividity, there was an unusual calmness. Gu Shenhua only took a look and was horrified.
He didn't even care about his exposed body and ran away madly!