It's just that there is a strange purple light on the blade of this dagger, which is the performance of being smeared with poison.
Feng Yunjing stared straight at Hexi, her voice was low and soft, but it seemed that a storm was brewing in the sky: "Xi Yue, every time I see you, you always give me unexpected surprises. But my patience is limited .Since you don’t eat a toast and take fine wine, don’t blame me for being rude!”
After finishing speaking, the spiritual power on his body suddenly surged, and the wound that was still glowing purple was instantly enveloped by powerful spiritual power.
When the purple venom encountered spiritual power, it was like encountering a nemesis, and was devoured without a trace.
And Feng Yunjing's face was no longer playing like a cat and a mouse, but turned into a crazy and domineering one that was bound to win.
Hexi's heart sank little by little.
Sure enough, facing Feng Yunjing, she didn't have the slightest ability to resist.
Even if it is a poison that seals the throat of low-level fighters, if it is used on Feng Yunjing, it will at most cause him a little pain.
Between the pulse condensing stage and the Nascent Soul stage, there is an insurmountable moat.
The spiritual power on Feng Yunjing's body slowly condensed into a thick black mist.
Then a familiar black banner soared into the sky, hovering in the sky and getting bigger and bigger.
The entire world seemed to have turned into a cloud-shrouded darkness, with a hint of icy chill.
Hexi's face was gloomy, and he suddenly sacrificed the spiritual fire in his hand, and threw it towards the black flag in the air.
The pale golden spiritual fire engulfed a corner of the flag, as if it had burned the flag a little.
But soon, the thick black mist completely swallowed up the spiritual fire.
Hexi didn't expect the spiritual fire to hurt Feng Yunjing, so he took advantage of Feng Yunjing's attention on Luocha Banner.
She soared into the sky with the Lishui sword in her hand, and struck directly at Feng Yunjing.
Feng Yunjing commanded the black mist to swallow the spiritual fire, and when he turned his head and saw the sword light so close at hand, instead of being afraid, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that the point of the sword was about to pierce Feng Yunjing's chest, Hexi suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Then a breath that made her hair stand on end appeared behind her, and the steady breathing carried the breath close at hand, almost clinging to her back.
Feng Yunjing in front of her eyes disappeared like a phantom without a trace, but behind her, a tall shadow slowly appeared.
Hexi turned pale with fright, and wanted to run away, but suddenly found that streams of cold black air penetrated into her limbs and bones at unknown times.
It was like black chains that locked her limbs, preventing her from moving.
What's even more frightening is that this cold black air has not stopped, slowly seeping from her blood into her dantian, and for a while the spiritual power in her dantian seemed to be frozen and could no longer function.
Hexi's face turned pale from the cold black air, he gritted his teeth and said, "Feng Yunjing, what did you do to me?"
Feng Yunjing's low laughter came from behind, full of incomparable banter and complacency.
He Xi could feel Feng Yunjing taking a step forward, and then wrapping one hand around her waist from behind, dragging her into a hot embrace.
Feng Yunjing's lips were half pressed to her ear, and he said slowly in a hoarse voice: "I think Xi Yue is familiar with this Rakshasa flag, right? You have seen it in the cloud and smoke formation that day." Powerful. It’s just that the spiritual power cannot be used at that time, so the power of the Rakshasa Banner cannot be exerted to a ten-thousandth.”