This arrow can be regarded as Feng Qingyang's best attack.
He poured all his concentration into this arrow, and even after it became a full moon, it still spread out a little bit.
In his eyes, there was only the Great Witch Saint Son. He was his prey and he must die under his arrow.
As the arrow light disappeared, Feng Qingyang also fell from the sky with a roar, and clasped his hands together, as if he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and put the Great Witch Saint to death.
His red hair flew high, his face was green and his fangs were fangs, like a demon god. The people of the Wuzhen tribe below were all terrified when they saw him. At this moment, they were already filled with fear.
And he began to regain his human form during the rapid descent, but in an instant, he turned into a gentle and elegant man, wearing a white shirt as pure as snow, with a gentle and amiable face, like a handsome young man. However, in his pair of cold eyes, there was still an unconcealable murderous intent.
Until the last moment, he would not believe that he had won, and he would not easily let down his guard until he saw the fall of the Great Witch Saint with his own eyes.
The light arrow took the lead, and the momentum it brought at this moment was enough to overturn the rivers and seas. It was even more powerful than the previous arrow, and it had even entered nothingness.
At such an incredible speed, it disappeared in the sky and earth, and Feng Qingyang's aura reached its peak. After he took two steps, he turned into a human form and was like a sword falling from the sky, as if he would chop everything in front of him into pieces.
And that arrow of light, the moment Feng Qingyang loosened the bowstring at his fingertips, had already reached the face of the Great Witch Saint. This time, it came in front of him without giving him any chance to react, and pierced through him in the middle of his horrified eyes.
The arrow of light pierced his head, and a stream of blood flew out instantly, hitting the dangerous mountain range in front of him from a distance. With a bang, an extremely gorgeous firework suddenly bloomed there.
The earth shook and the rumbling sound was endless, coming from the distant natural mountains, making the people of the Wuzhen tribe below gasp again.
Such tremendous pressure, such astonishing momentum, and such domineering arrow energy make Feng Qingyang a peerless killing god. When he becomes a master, he will surely be an existence that suppresses the world for all eternity.
At this moment, the people below breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Since one problem had been solved, the other one would no longer be a problem. As a result, everyone smiled.
However, Feng Qingyang did not do that. At this moment, his face was serious, and he even looked around with murderous intent, because he knew that the other party was not dead.
At the moment when the light arrow arrived, it seemed to have pierced it, but otherwise, it was just a wisp of afterimage of the Great Witch Saint.
Feng Qingyang didn't know how he dodged it. Maybe it was some secret method, or some amazing magic weapon, or maybe - he left the moment he pulled the bow.
No matter what, the Great Witch Saint Son is no longer on the giant beast. On it, there is only a graceful Great Witch Saint Girl. However, the war has been going on for a long time, but the expression on her face cannot be seen.
It seemed that all this had nothing to do with her. It didn't matter even if the Great Witch Saint was killed by Feng Qingyang. What's more, Feng Qingyang was already standing on the back of the giant beast, and the two were looking at each other from a distance, only a few dozen feet apart!
Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly. After regaining his human form, he looked particularly handsome. A cold light flashed in his narrowed eyes, like a flash of lightning, and was imprinted in the other person's eyes.
Suddenly, there was a sound of air vibration in his ears, and then the figure of the Great Witch Saint appeared in front of Feng Qingyang in an instant, with an evil smile on his face.
At the critical moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed forward. His fingers grew bigger in the wind, and the book sword turned into a giant black sword, which was covered with barbs and serrations in an instant.
The fingers exuded an evil aura, which mixed with the pale moonlight above, making them look even more ferocious. There was a sharp aura that could tear apart the void, but it was as heavy as Mount Tai!
Feng Qingyang couldn't resist. At this moment, even if he had reacted mentally, his body couldn't keep up. Hurry! The opponent's speed was too fast!
With a muffled groan, Feng Qingyang was hit by the finger. At that moment, he once again deeply felt the breath of death. It was the great witch's energy brought by the finger that instantly entered his body and was causing subversive destruction.
Next to his ears, he could hear the evil laughter of the Great Witch Saint, as if at this moment the aura that had been suppressed by Feng Qingyang was released to the extreme.
He portrayed the hideousness, horror and evil to perfection, as if the Great Witch Clan was the representative of evil and the source of evil!
He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. His face suddenly turned red, which was caused by the rising blood, and the strange red in his eyes dimmed instantly.
Boom... He was pointed into the ground by a finger, smashing countless bones, and fell heavily into it. His clothes were torn, and a blood flower exploded on his chest. Blood mist filled the sky. He was actually seriously injured by this finger.
Lying quietly on the ground, feeling the severe pain all over his body, he was unable to speak. Blood was flowing like a fountain, and the light in his eyes was getting dimmer and dimmer.
The crowd at the back screamed and dispersed. No one dared to go forward to see whether Feng Qingyang was alive or dead. Only Zhang Hanfei stood still. There was a flash of determination in his eyes. He suddenly raised his foot in the anger of the Shuizhen chief.
He—wants to go see Feng Qingyang!
However, at the moment he moved, the Great Witch Saint on the giant beast suddenly let out a loud roar. He suddenly broke away from the giant beast's body and flew towards Feng Qingyang with a roar.
Looking at Zhang Hanfei walking towards him from a distance, he just gave him a faint look, and just that one glare made Zhang Hanfei stop in his tracks.
That is a strong man who can rule the world with just a look or a thought. It’s not that Zhang Hanfei was afraid, but he really couldn’t move at the moment.
The Great Witch Saint Son roared down, and just as he was moving forward, he stretched out one hand forward, and suddenly a huge hand covered with scales appeared. With a gust of wind, it picked up Feng Qingyang from the ground and held him tightly in its hand.
"You are going to die. You will be the first person I kill since I was born. Moreover, your body will be refined into a puppet by me. You have your own consciousness, but you have to obey my orders."
The Great Witch Saint muttered, as if he was telling a very ordinary story, while the people of the Wuzhen tribe on the side were sweating profusely and looking at the Great Witch Saint in panic. In their eyes, he was the representative of evil, a demon who had lost all humanity.
The Great Witch Saint smiled evilly, exerted force in his hands, and stared at Feng Qingyang intently. The sound of bones breaking and cracking was heard, and a blood dance suddenly appeared in the void.
At this moment, some people didn't even dare to watch anymore. The bloody scenes had made them lose the will to fight.
However, just when everyone thought Feng Qingyang was about to die, his soft voice was heard again in the void.
"I don't want to die, why can you let me die?!"