The spell cast by the real Feng Lei made Zhang Feng unable to adapt at all. Once he missed his hand, he was hit by the spell immediately, and his whole body was cold and almost frozen.
"Impossible, such things as spells... are unreasonable!"
Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and roared, Ye Feng Xin Jue moved to the extreme, and his true energy seemed to be boiling crazily in his meridians.
However, the body still couldn't move, as if being frozen alive, with consciousness still, but unable to control the body.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
There was a burst of laughter, and the real Feng Lei appeared on the top of the stairs, his feet were not touching the ground, floating in the air, as frightening as a ghost.
"This spell is called Soul Locking Whip. It is not very useful against monks of the same level as me. It can be easily broken. However, it is simply too easy to use against a warrior like you.
Feng Lei made a move down the stairs, but his body was still floating about a foot away from the ground. With a wave of his hand, the Taomu sword pointed towards Zhang Feng.
There was a sound of creaking bones.
Zhang Feng suddenly screamed, gritted his teeth and forcibly endured the pain of extreme bondage.
"So you know, the warrior is like an ant in front of our monks." Feng Lei walked up to Zhang Feng, stretched out his hand, pinched his face, and exclaimed loudly, "Sure enough, he is a great master, and his flesh and blood are used for alchemy. , The deity must form a golden pill, and the life span will exceed 500 years!"
Zhang Feng didn't know what the golden pill was, let alone what it had to do with lifespan, but he knew one thing, if he couldn't get rid of the shackles, he might end up miserably.
The master of the dark night gate, a twenty-eight-year-old young master who is still a few months away, was caught by a demon to make alchemy...
What a shame!
"Demon Dao, if you don't kill me now, you will definitely regret it!" Zhang Feng grinned and grinned.
"Speak up!"
With a relaxed posture, Feng Lei patted Zhang Feng's face again, as if his grandfather was petting his little grandson, the kind of contempt, and Zhang Feng's incomparable irritation.
"Go back with the deity, if there are any last words, the deity will consider helping you pass it as appropriate."
The old Taoist smiled, his eyes rolled, his vicious expression rolled, and he waved his hand and patted Zhang Feng on top of his head.
If this palm is slapped, it will not make much sense for Zhang Feng to die. His flesh and blood will be refined by the demon way, and his bones will be restrained.
Make an evil magic weapon.
Zhang Feng was very critical, and Zhang Feng did not give up. The moment he closed his eyes, he silently muttered the night wind frantic tactics, and his true energy boiled like boiling water... Ai Rongrong
However, he needs time.
At this time, a soft drink came.
"Look at the arrow in the demon way!"
Accompanied by the sound of screaming and breaking the wind, a black short arrow flew towards the heart of Feng Lei.
"Who?"
Feng Lei let out a serious roar, turned around and waved his sleeves, and the short arrows were blown into the sky by the gale.
It was impossible for ordinary little warriors to sneak attack on the monks, but at the moment when Ai Rongrong suddenly appeared, Zhang Feng's life was saved.
"Bah, are the sleeves big?"
Ai Rongrong was on the stairs, spitting at Feng Lei. She looked cute but dissatisfied with her actions. She quickly took out an iron egg from her arms and threw it out, then turned and ran.
Real person Feng Lei didn't think that he would be attacked by a small sixth-rank martial artist. He was frustrated and waved his wide sleeves again, trying to knock the iron egg away.
Unexpectedly, under this blow, the iron egg exploded in the air, and a powerful wave of air tore the sleeves of the Taoist robe on the spot, and a large amount of white smoke blown him all over.
"Little girl, a mere hidden weapon... poisonous!"
Feng Lei's complexion changed drastically, he ignored the chase, stomped his feet fiercely, and his whole body seemed to be deflated, a large amount of gas gushing out, and the white smoke scattered around him.
The poisonous smoke on his body was actually shaken off by him, leaving only a few light red stains on his face.
Afterwards, his entire face was actually red and bloodshot. After a few seconds, the blood color faded, and the reddish scars disappeared without a trace.
"What a little girl, unexpectedly attacked the deity, where to escape?" Feng Lei was furious, and with a wave of the Taomu sword, two white smoke swept out and turned into two white snakes in the air, chasing Ai Rongrong in the direction of escape. Got out.
Soon there was a scream from the second floor.
"God, what the hell?"
"Rongrong, run!"
Zhang Feng heard the scream, his eyes were red for a moment, and the cold bondage on his body disappeared at this moment.
"Still care about yourself!"
Master Feng Lei did not turn around, and said contemptuously.
In the next moment, Zhang Feng waved his hand and shot out with a palm, wild wind
Like the Wuthering Mountains and forests, the momentum is astonishing, as if the mountains are overwhelming, the remake is in the vest of Fenglei.
With a heavy muffled sound, like a defeat in revolution, the old Taoist flew out on the spot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in the air, and the bloody water poured down like a fountain of blood.
The Grand Master used the Night Wind Frenzy Technique to stimulate the potential of life, and the energy exploded was far beyond the ability of the 9th Rank martial artist at the beginning. Even the real monk Feng Lei was hit hard under this palm.
The old Taoist was also careless, and turned his back to Zhang Feng.
He stabilized his figure, suddenly turned around, his face was red, and stared at Zhang Feng with incredible eyes, "You actually... actually broke free from the shackles of the soul-locking whip?"
"What do you think?"
Zhang Feng's complexion was as usual, regardless of the pain that his body was about to explode, he drew a big hand, and the fierce sword that fell beside him flew automatically and was caught in his hand.
"Demon Dao, today, let us die together!"
As if indifferent to everything in the world, Zhang Feng at this moment once again showed an aura that was insoluble between the heavens and the earth. With a flick of the long knife, the blade of a foot long appeared on the tip of the knife.
Immediately afterwards, something more astonishing happened. The one-meter-and-five-meter long slender knife was completely shrouded in a white halo, and it was completely turned into a knife shrouded in light.
"You... You enter the Tao with martial arts, are you a monk?!!!"
The real person Feng Lei screamed, as if going crazy, completely lost the bones of the fairy wind, the peach wood sword pointed to Zhang Feng, the black energy lingered on it, the black skull held high, and the purple electric light lingered on it.
"Enter the Tao with martial arts?"
The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched, as if he was indifferent to everything in the world.
The roar accompanied by the visible air wave spread, blowing away the dust in the hall, spreading out the small building, and returning to the sky over the entire steel plant to be demolished. The black clouds in the sky, like black ink, were shaken away. A ray of sunlight pierced the space and fell on the dilapidated small building.
His eyes were completely covered by blood, and there was no trace of variegated color. The clothes on his body were windless, and his half-length hair was dancing wildly, like a demon descending into the world.
"Boy, it's useless for you to be mad. The deity cultivates two Jiazi, breaks through refining qi, and builds foundations. Now it is a major repair half-footed into the Golden Core Stage, killing you, like killing a chicken!
The real Feng Lei roared, purple light flashed on the skull, and a purple thunder struck Zhang Feng...
(End of this chapter)