Feng Qingyang, who had been in his hands and didn't know whether to live or die, suddenly spoke, which startled the Great Witch Saint with an evil smile.
Suddenly, a huge force came from his palm. At that moment, the Great Witch Saint thought that he was holding not a person, but a mountain.
Boom... Suddenly, the giant hand dissipated, the ring on Feng Qingyang's hand flashed, and a bright light appeared. It was the Moon Sorrow Arrow!
He had not used the Yueshang Bow and Yueshang Arrow together for a long time. However, at this moment, he quickly bent the bow and drew the arrow. At the moment when the palm of the Great Witch Saint exploded, he instantly pulled the arrow into a full moon.
The bright moonlight, the dim sky, and the shining Moon Arrow all became eternal at this moment!
The Great Witch Saint, who was dozens of feet away from the two of them, finally changed her calm expression when she saw Feng Qingyang drawing his bow and arrow. An unusual light flashed in her eyes, but she just watched all this and did not take any action.
The fingertips moved slightly, and the fingers hooked on the bowstring suddenly loosened.
call out!
This time, it was no longer calm, but it was like the sea suddenly set off a huge wave. The overwhelming energy gathered and drove the earth and bones below.
The buzzing sound was actually interwoven into a desolate melody. The Moon-Sorrow Arrow left the bow and turned into a long rainbow. It was no longer a trend, nor a point of light, but a real arrow that had been shot!
It was not flying very fast, and everyone could even see its trajectory. However, such an extremely slow arrow pierced through the chest of the Great Witch Saint in an instant.
This time, it was no longer an illusion, but reality! The Great Witch Saint screamed in the air, and a big hole suddenly appeared in his chest, a hole as big as two fists.
Blood was flowing, flesh was splattered, and pieces of bones mixed with blood were scattered all over the sky, flickering with swaying light under the white moonlight.
“This is not true!”
The Great Witch Saint roared and looked down at the hole on his body. It was already a fatal wound, but the speed of the Moon Sorrow Arrow was too fast, even turning from fast to slow.
Just after he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang smiled calmly. He waved his hand and immediately took back the Yueshang Arrow that he had shot. This was a great treasure that had been nurtured in his Dantian Qi Sea. He couldn't bear to throw it away just like that.
At the moment when he took back the Moon Sorrow Arrow, he looked coldly at the Great Witch Saint whose eyes had begun to blurt out, and said softly: "Explode!"
Boom... The energy between heaven and earth suddenly shrank, as if there was an invisible big hand that held everything tightly in its palm, and then exploded when it could no longer control it.
The Holy Son of the Great Witch instantly turned into blood mist and minced meat, and was completely annihilated into nothingness!
Silence! Deathly silence! Apart from the sound of the wind blowing around and the faint sound of ghosts crying in the void, there was no other movement. Feng Qingyang could even hear the sound of his own heart beating.
Below, the people of the Wuzhen tribe stared at him blankly. At this moment, there was no expression on their faces, and no thoughts in their hearts. Their minds were blank, and they still seemed unable to believe it.
This person had oppressed them for countless years, even to the point that the ground was covered with thick white bones. Such a domineering person from the Great Witch Clan actually died right in front of their eyes.
They had always been thinking about resisting, but when they actually started to resist, they discovered that their restless hearts had already been transformed in blood and tears into willingness to become slaves.
They wanted to resist, but deep down they had already accepted the fact.
However, the moment Feng Qingyang blew up the Great Witch Saint, the only fantasy in their hearts was shattered, just like a bubble, which looks colorful but will actually shatter in an instant.
"He... He's dead!"
Zhang Hanfei rubbed his eyes. He was different from the others. He followed Feng Qingyang. As early as the Shura battlefield, his heart was awakened by Feng Qingyang. He was unwilling to surrender and dared to fight. Therefore, he was also the first person to wake up from the shock, even surpassing the patriarch of the Wuzhen tribe!
"That's right, dead, really dead!"
Feng Qingyang smiled, his tone was gentle, but his eyes did not move, staring straight at the Great Witch Saint in the distance, as if the death of the Son of God did not change her mood at all.
At this point in the moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He felt the chill from the bottom of his bones towards this mysterious witch saint. He took a deep breath and dared not distract himself any more.
After a long time, the giant beast floating in the air suddenly moved, and flapped its wings slightly, like a butterfly, and suddenly scattered countless points of light, like sparkling fireflies in the night sky, appearing particularly beautiful.
Some broad points flew up, and the Great Witch Saint caught them in her hands, as if she was holding one of them, then looked at Feng Qingyang and blew gently at him.
A large bubble suddenly appeared out of thin air, and it flew up swayingly, with spots of light flickering inside it. These were the spots of light fanned by the wings of the giant beast under her.
Woo woo!
Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the void. The sound was very rhythmic, like the sound of a person's heartbeat. However, at this moment, only Feng Qingyang knew what it was.
That was the sound of the war drum! The Great Witch Saint challenged Feng Qingyang.
The war drums sound, the war begins; the war drums stop, it's a matter of life or death, either you die or I die!
Feng Qingyang no longer hesitated. He withdrew and instantly crossed hundreds of feet. He pulled the Yueshang bow in his hand into a full moon and looked at the Great Witch Saint opposite him from afar.
Bubbles were flying, swaying in the air, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward. It felt like a drunk old man, swaying from side to side.
However, Feng Qingyang looked at the bubble warily. His intuition told him that it must not be a simple bubble, but a magic weapon that could kill him instantly.
When the bubble flew out for dozens of feet, it was already in the center of Feng Qingyang and the Great Witch Saint. The moonlight shone down, and it reflected a white light. It was not as gorgeous as it was under the sun, but only had the misery of death.
Woo woo!
The sound of war drums rang out again. This time, Feng Qingyang clearly heard the source of the drums. He followed the sound and suddenly opened his eyes wide. The drum sounds actually came from the mouth of a giant beast in the sky.
It turned out that the war song that made his blood race wasn't the sound of drums at all, but the cry of a giant beast about to charge.
The bubble continued to fly, becoming bigger and bigger. As it swayed, Hong Rengan stopped right in the middle of Feng Qingyang and the Great Witch Saint.
Through the bubble, Feng Qingyang instantly saw the Great Witch Saint at the other end of the bubble. She raised her jade hand slightly, and the bubble immediately flew up.
"Why are you helping them!"