Standing at the door was none other than Feng Qingxu.
Wuma Xi looked at him, their eyes intersecting in the darkness hidden by the solitary lamp, full of murderous intent. The face of Feng Qingxu in front of him was ferocious, as if he had torn Wuma Xi to death.
Wu Maxi was secretly on guard, ready to take action at any time.
Feng Qingxu suddenly saw a wolf leaping up, its figure rising like a wolf, and quickly rushed towards Wuma Xi.
As soon as the artistic conception came out, the room seemed to suddenly become a wild and bloody colosseum. The cruel and violent momentum all around squeezed the skin, giving people the illusion of exploding hair. Canglang Baqi is a master-level spiritual beast Canglang.
Inspired by the attack, Feng Qingxu's artistic conception was beautifully interpreted in form and spirit, and the breath of the beast surged like a chao.
Wuma Xi's nerves were stretched to the extreme by his sprint, and all the cells in his body seemed to be jumping for battle. As soon as he recited the corpse-killing curse, he saw the rune-patterned leopard on the ground leaping up and heading toward Feng Qingxu.
Pounce and go away.
Feng Qingxu's muscles instantly flexed, and his lean figure rushed forward in an extremely harmonious posture, swinging out his right fist. The force started from the ground, and the muscles, bones, skin and flesh were superimposed layer by layer, and penetrated to the fist surface. The strength and momentum of his whole body
Everything seemed to be released with this punch, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.
The wolves and leopards struck each other, and the rune-patterned leopard was instantly knocked away, and Feng Qingxu's artistic conception was also shattered.
Feng Qingxu hit too hard, coming with hatred and power. With one punch, his domineering momentum instantly exploded, almost making Wu Ma Xi's heart tremble. Wu Ma Xi knew very well that his will must not be taken away at this time.
, otherwise, the speed of artistic conception weaving will inevitably slow down greatly, just like the four Ross members who were forcibly killed by him, and died in an extremely miserable manner.
He suddenly gritted his teeth and glared, and instantly weaved a small conferring technique towards Fengqing Xu Zhong. Small conferring techniques were always known for being mysterious, but Wuma Xi's one suddenly took on a violent flavor under pressure.
The small divine conferring technique sealed the void of Feng Qingxu's consciousness, and forcibly pulled back the few branches of consciousness that Feng Qingxu had just stretched out, locking them tightly like a prison.
Fengqing Xu Yizhi was like a whip, and the twenty branches struck in turn, instantly shattering the small art of conferring gods. Then he rushed forward, and the eighteen branches of consciousness poked out, turning and interspersing like lightning, and began to weave the black crane
The artistic conception of three o'clock.
He must not be allowed to weave the artistic conception. Wu Maxi instantly weaved a spiral cone and stabbed it up, colliding with Feng Qingxu's black crane at three points.
"Hey!"
The fluctuations of the friction between the artistic conceptions are strange and sharp, and it seems to be felt in the void, and sparks fly when the two artistic conceptions collide.
The spiral cone disappeared into ashes, but the three points of the black crane were intact. Feng Qingxu took advantage of this damaged artistic conception, pecked his right hand, and rushed forward. His entire body was like a flying black crane, with his right hand stretched forward.
It's the crane's beak.
The crane's mouth clicked three times on Wuma Xi's chest in an instant, clearly hitting three of Wuma Xi's acupuncture points.
The three points have different tastes. The first point is like being pricked by a needle, the second point is like being stabbed by a knife, and the third point is like being hit by a hammer.
Wuma Xi was hit by these three points in succession and was immediately knocked away. When she landed on the ground, the power in her body had been blocked by these three points, and even raising her arms seemed to be a luxury.
Wu Maxi released all seven poisonous cone wasps from the storage bag, cast a corpse-repelling curse, and caused one of the pink poisonous cone wasps to flap its wings and fly towards Feng Qingxu in an arc.
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Feng Qingxu bent his fingers like lotus flowers and flicked the poisonous cone wasp to pieces with a flick of lightning. Then he stepped forward and placed his left hand on Wu Ma Xi's head. A small sting was immediately passed over.
As soon as the little Jingzhe entered Wu Ma Xi's body, it immediately broke out, like countless lightning bolts exploding in the body. Wu Ma Xi felt dizzy in her head and her consciousness completely turned into chaos.
Feng Qingxu flicked the five fingers of his right hand and touched dozens of places on Wuma Xi's body.
This technique is called Twenty-Seven Acupoints Sealing Shou, which continuously invades twenty-seven acupoints in the enemy's body through spiritual power, locking the enemy's mind. This is a commonly used sealing technique in the realm of realm cultivation, although
It is not as durable and stable as the sealing environment, but it is more convenient. However, this method requires spiritual power to reach a certain level to be able to be used, and the clicks, strength and angle of the twenty-seven acupoints must be accurate, otherwise it will be useless.
As soon as Wu Ma Xi's consciousness calmed down, he was about to find out his will branches and weave his heart and soul into a frenzy, but Feng Qingxu's last finger had already been touched, and Wuma Xi's dozens of will branches were locked tightly in an instant.
Unable to move and unable to transmit spiritual power, Yi Zhi quickly dissipated.
The body could not move, and even the artistic conception was completely blocked. Wu Maxi knew that he had completely lost the initiative. He glanced at Feng Qingxu, closed his eyes, and his mind began to spin crazily, looking for a way to escape, and soon he had a plan.
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"Do you want to know how your nephew died?" Wu Ma Xi stared at Feng Yuanzhang closely, "I was only at the second level of realm warrior half a year ago. Do you think I can kill your nephew by myself?"
Feng Qingxu stared at him closely, his eyes as resentful as poisonous snakes: "Do you have an accomplice?"
Wu Ma Xi was not moved by his eyes or questions. She sneered, closed her eyes again and said nothing. He was asking for conditions, and it depends on how Feng Qingxu reacts. Of course, he also knew that he wanted to be let go.
It's impossible. It's just stalling for time and waiting for changes.
"Do you think I can't do anything to you?" Feng Qingxu's voice was cold and cruel, "You must have heard of Iron Tree Hell?"
Iron tree hell!
When Wu Maxi heard this name, his body couldn't help but tremble. He had never heard of this name half a year ago, but in the past six months of study, the ferocious reputation of this artistic conception has become clear to his ears.
During the most prosperous period of the Great Xia Dynasty, under the command of the great emperor Jian Shuangcheng, there was a witchcraft realm sect named Gou Ze who specialized in torture and extorting confessions. This man once created a set of torture realms called Eighteen Hells, which Jian Shuangcheng called
It is a work of bone removal for thousands of years, which means that no matter how hard the bones are, they will turn into soft, boneless eggs after being cursed.
Most of the Eighteen Hells have been lost during the strife between the imperial powers of the past dynasties. Only three or four of them have been handed down, and the Iron Tree Hell is one of them.
Wu Maxi immediately calmed down and said expressionlessly: "I would like to give it a try."
Feng Qingxu snorted coldly, stopped talking nonsense, and took action instantly. In the blink of an eye, a sapling was woven into shape, planted in Wuma Xi's body, and quickly began to grow.
pain!
The pain seemed to instantly rush into every nerve and every tactile node in Wuma Xi.
The sapling sprouted from the flesh, its branches and leaves grew rapidly, and each branch and leaf was cut along the veins of the nerves.
From his brain to his spine, he seemed to be pierced by pain. Wu Ma Xi's mind went blank, his consciousness seemed to be emptied by the pain, his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out from all parts of his body in an instant.
After a long time, Wu Maxi's consciousness finally gathered. The pain had disappeared, but her body was still shaking violently.
Feng Qingxu sneered and said: "How do you feel? Is life worse than death?"
Wuma Xi gasped for a long time, and then said with fierceness and tenacity: "At least I am still alive, but your nephew is dead." The sequelae of pain made his voice tremble badly.
"Humph, I don't know whether to live or die!" As soon as Feng Qingxu finished speaking, an iron tree hell was planted on Wu Ma Xi.
Pain instantly filled every nerve in Wuma Xi's body, making his whole body begin to tremble involuntarily. He stared closely at Feng Qingxu's face, his eyes full of animality and ferocity, even with a hint of ridicule.
Feng Qingxu looked at him, and his eyes unconsciously became as alert as a wild beast. Looking at the light coming from those eyes, what kind of young man was he? Under the iron tree hell, what kind of young man could he still be?
With this look in his eyes, how fierce should this young man be?
The divine light in those eyes gradually dispersed, and it was obvious that the consciousness had been lost. But in the pupils, the ferocity and sharpness were still as fierce as a wild beast out of its cage.
This young man must be killed.
Feng Qingxu looked at those eyes, and the idea became clearer and clearer in his mind. This young man was a poisonous snake.
The snake must be beaten to death, and it must not be given a chance to fight back. This man's eyes are still as sharp as a knife when his consciousness is lost. Once he is let out of the cage, he will definitely be a disaster.
Feng Qingxu dispersed the iron tree hell. After a while, Wuma Xi recovered and looked at Feng Qingxu coldly without saying a word.
Feng Qingxu stared into his eyes without hesitation and said, "I'll give you one last chance."
He had murderous intentions.
Wuma Xi was very keenly aware of the changes in Feng Qingxu. The changes in Feng Qingxu's Qi made Wuma Xi's crazy mind instantly calm down due to the pain. Dying like this was definitely not what he expected. He stared at Feng Qingxu.
Qingxu said nothing and began to think of countermeasures in his mind.
"You haven't seen your nephew in three years? Do you still think he is very well-behaved and kind?" Wu Maxi looked at Feng Qingxu and suddenly brought up this topic.
Feng Qingxu stared at him without saying a word, and the movement of weaving the artistic conception slowed down a little.
Wu Maxi struggled to sit up. After such a long period of struggle, the restraints on Xuanhe's three-point and twenty-seven-point mirror-sealing hands had faded a lot. Her body and mind were very weak, but she was able to move after all.
"Your nephew, when I met him half a year ago, was a gangster, a villain, bully good and afraid of evil, greedy for life and afraid of death, ruthless and unjust, and also liked to dress up as a woman." Wu Maxi leaned against the wall and spoke slowly
And Tan, "Do you know the first time I saw him?"
Feng Qingxu was so stimulated by his words that he stared at him fiercely and said nothing.
Wu Maxi said slowly: "It was the night before I left the city for the first time, and it was also the end of the month. There was no moon in the sky, only many stars. It was near Dongshi that day, and the night was very deep..."
"That's enough!" Feng Qingxu interrupted Wu Maxi's nonsense, "Do you want to wait for that old bastard from Taiyin to save you? It's a pity that I won't give you this chance."
Wu Maxi secretly cried out that it was a pity that he had indeed made this idea. Feng Qingxu was a high-level realm master anyway, and it was indeed a bit unrealistic to escape from him with his own strength.
Wu Maxi sneered: "You don't dare to listen to the scandals of your own family!"
Feng Qingxu ignored him and was about to start weaving an artistic conception.
Wu Maxi was also making his own plans. He put his left hand into his boot and held his short blade. At the same time, his branches were also moving in the void of consciousness. After this period of rest, he might have something to do before he died.
The ability to fight.
Feng Qingxu didn't pay attention to his actions at all. In his eyes, a sixth-level warrior could easily be kneaded into any shape he wanted. He slowly weaved the artistic conception, and soon the artistic conception of Storm Claw was weaved.
It's done. There is a faint metallic luster on the five fingers of the right hand, and the nails are as sharp as hooks.
Just as he was about to stick his claws out towards Wu Ma Xi's head, a realm breaking spell suddenly struck from outside the door, instantly shattering the artistic conception of Storm Claw. Wu Ma Xi seized this opportunity, recited the corpse exorcism curse, and lay down
The rune-patterned leopard on the side jumped up like lightning, knocking Feng Qingxu away. Wu Maxi quickly stepped on the leopard and flew out towards the door.
As soon as Feng Qingxu landed on the ground, when he looked back, he only saw the leopard's tail flashing past the door. He quickly chased out the door, but the night was thick outside the door. The man and the leopard slipped into the night and disappeared.
Feng Qingxu cursed at the night sky: "Taiyin, you old bastard, don't think that I won't know it's you if you hide..." dd