Feng Qingyang said softly, but as he spoke, there were traces of blood at the corners of his mouth and his face was even paler. He was so powerful, but even so, he was suppressed and beaten by the Great Witch Saint.
During the conversation, the Great Witch Saint's expression remained unchanged, but the murderous intent in her eyes deepened. She wanted to kill him with a single glare, but that was obviously impossible.
Looking at Feng Qingyang who was listless in front of her, the Great Witch Saint was a little dazed. She couldn't tell why, maybe it was because of his persistence, or maybe it was because of his eyes.
In those eyes, she saw the same thing as him, a desire for others to see her with normal eyes.
At the moment when she lost consciousness, Feng Qingyang, who was lying on the ground, suddenly had an idea. An evil aura suddenly emanated from his body, and at the same time, a waning moon whizzed out.
It revolved around him twice, and after being infused with magic power, it pulled up a phantom and flew towards the Great Witch Saint in an instant.
Seeing this, the Great Witch Saint smiled disdainfully. She suddenly rushed forward, raised the long whip in her hand and swung it at the phantom of the Moon Essence Wheel. In an instant, the Moon Essence Wheel's light dimmed and it was whipped away in an instant.
The Great Witch Saint kept moving, transformed into a gust of wind and arrived in front of Feng Qingyang in the blink of an eye. She raised her jade hand lightly, the long whip disappeared, a circle of light appeared on the palm of her hand, and she slapped Feng Qingyang.
At that moment, Feng Qingyang immediately moved several feet to the side. Looking at the palm of the Great Witch Saint, he suddenly raised his right hand, raised two fingers, and slashed down at him.
The meaning of town - the art of drawing talismans in the void!
He originally wanted to annihilate it in one fell swoop, but unfortunately he didn't have much magic power left at this time. Otherwise, if he took out the Judge's Pen, wouldn't it be very powerful
The three artistic conceptions of suppression, killing and sealing are extremely rare and long-standing spiritual wills that have been passed down to this day. Perhaps only Feng Qingyang knows this kind of skills.
At this moment, he stretched out his finger, and a projection of a mountain suddenly appeared in the void. On it were birds and beasts everywhere, and the three rivers, lakes, pavilions and towers were all clearly visible, revealing a power that suppressed the heavens.
Moreover, this was not a simple projection, but an endless mountain range that descended with a strong sense of suppression.
The Great Witch Saint let out a surprised cry, and a light burst out from her eyes, which contained a deep egg color. This breath was enough to threaten her life.
The outstretched jade hand suddenly collapsed under Feng Qingyang's stroke. At the same time, the energy of the mountain instantly surrounded her body and suppressed her fiercely.
In a flash, the Great Witch Saint suddenly took out a jade slip from her storage bag and crushed it violently, and suddenly a dazzling golden light burst out.
Feng Qingyang couldn't help but close his eyes under the bright light. Then he heard a roar in his ears. It was a crazy explosion of Zhen Zhiyi, which instantly submerged the golden light.
Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and put his skills into practice. He wanted to set up a formation here before the intention of suppressing her dissipated. The power of the Great Witch Saint made him extremely wary, and he wanted to suppress her ruthlessly here.
He flew up and down, and just as he buried the first spirit stone, he heard another loud bang. Earth and rocks flew everywhere, bones flew everywhere, and a hazy figure flew out from it in an instant.
When he took a closer look, he saw that it was the Great Witch Saint who had been suppressed before. Her black hair was a little messy, her face was a little pale, with an abnormal blush on it, and her clothes were a little torn.
With just one glance, Feng Qingyang could tell that she must have been injured.
However, he was optimistic. The Great Witch Saint was so powerful that even if she was injured, she did not lose her combat effectiveness. She just looked at Feng Qingyang's light and changed again.
Without thinking, he took back the spirit stone in his hand and the formation he had already started, and flew quickly to the rear. However, he was already seriously injured and had fought many battles, and was already at the end of his strength. No matter how fast he went, how could he go faster
Just as he was flying away, the great warrior girl who came out with the intention of suppressing others suddenly stretched out her hands and grabbed the void, which immediately caused huge waves to ripple out, as if the void began to distort at this moment.
Feng Qingyang was caught in these twisted ripples. He felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire. Every step he took was so heavy that it was no exaggeration to say that he was walking on a thousand pounds.
As he was thinking, the power of the void became stronger and stronger, and he suddenly flew backwards uncontrollably, just as he was about to approach the Great Witch Saint.
She instantly grabbed Feng Qingyang's red hair, pressed her palm on his chest, and slapped him hard. Feng Qingyang shot out in the air like a deflated ball.
He felt dizzy and his chest ached, as if all his internal organs were shattered by this palm strike. Countless figures were swaying before his eyes, and he was actually hallucinating at this moment.
Without hesitation, he once again summoned the Moon Essence Wheel. As it flew, it dropped thousands of rays of light to protect it, becoming his final protective barrier.
When the Great Witch Saint saw this, the contempt in her words became even stronger. She flew over from afar and was beside Feng Qingyang in an instant, and slapped the Moon Essence Wheel again.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang's whole body shook, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It was the recoil force brought by the Moon Essence Wheel. He saw stars and had no time to react.
The Great Witch Saint then slapped down one palm after another, boom, boom, boom... The Moon Essence Wheel suddenly dispersed, and the hanging light curtain shattered in an instant, and the last palm of the Great Witch Saint also lightly imprinted on his chest.
With a loud bang, Feng Qingyang flew hundreds of feet into the air again. A stream of blood slowly fell like a drizzle, sprinkling on the white bones below, flashing an eerie red light.
"You only know how to hide and escape. Is this your way?"
From afar, the mocking voice of the Great Witch Saint was heard. Feng Qingyang bit his tongue and suddenly became sober. Feeling powerless, he could only smile helplessly.
The Moon Essence Wheel had been shattered and retracted into Feng Qingyang's body. At this moment, he no longer had any magic weapon. The Yueshang Bow was ineffective against him. The Moon Essence Wheel was broken, and the only thing left was the Judge's Pen.
However, at this moment, how could he use the Judge's Pen? He was afraid that the backlash would kill him.
"Am I going to die?" He opened his eyes and seemed to feel countless figures swaying in front of him, and familiar faces appeared in his sight.
That was Zhu Xuezhu's tranquility, Qian Duoduo's cuteness, Jiuhuang's mystery, and Xuantianji's indifference; they all looked at him with concern, as if calling him softly.
"You..." Feng Qingyang stretched out his hand weakly, wanting to touch their faces, but suddenly found that his hand penetrated them, and then the faces disappeared and gathered into one beautiful face.
She is the Great Witch Saint, and at this moment, she is walking towards him step by step...
"I've said before that you can't defeat me. It's a matter of both superiority and inferiority, as well as life and death. Now, do you understand my level of cultivation?"