The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1325 Become a laughing stock
It was a fight with the opponent, if he was defeated by the opponent, wouldn't he become the laughing stock of the dark world.

If he doesn't fight, he will also become the laughing stock of the dark world.

Besides, this young man was unwilling to let it go, and that young man clearly wanted to take him under the knife, and wanted to use his prestige in this dark world to tell everyone that they were absolutely not to be bullied, and he was not to be trifled with.

Of course, if Leng Wuyou chose not him, but some elders around him, or other disciples, he might compromise.

In the final analysis, what Du Shatian struggled with was a face issue.

He was contemplating, and suddenly, something flashed in his mind, his face darkened, and his face became very cold.

After about ten seconds, he finally made up his mind, raised his head, looked at Leng Wuyou coldly, and took a step forward.

"Since that's the case, it doesn't matter if I agree. You are just a junior. You really think you have great abilities. You are just a frog at the bottom of a well. If you want to die, I can only help you."

As his words fell, puffs of black mist rose from his body, and the black mist was like smoke, winding around his body, enveloping his whole body tightly, forming a Huge black cocoons.

In the next moment, he disappeared in front of everyone.

Leng Wuyou, who was suspended in place, still had the same expression, but her eyes narrowed, and her whole body began to exude momentum.

The powerful aura suddenly made all the oppressed people out of breath.

Those people from the Poison Sect looked at Leng Wuyou in astonishment, they knew that he was very strong, but they didn't expect that his breath alone was so strong, and they were inexplicably worried about their sect master.

Speaking of them, they are actually true. It is rare to see other sect masters take action. Usually, they use poison. I don't know how this time, the sect master will solve it?

But looking at the boy's appearance, he knew that poison was useless to him.

Their poison sect is full of poison everywhere. As poison cultivators, they are naturally not afraid of it.

But other people, as long as they step into the territory of their poisonous sect, they will die violently due to poison after all.

Maybe it was because he had taken the elixir in advance, or maybe it was because of his own constitution.

Sometimes they can't help but worry in their hearts. What should they do if the leader loses?Will that boy destroy their poisonous door like destroying the blood hall?

This is really not sure.

Hey, a sound of breaking through the air came from Leng Wuyou's back, and a black light flashed in the air at an extremely fast speed, like an aurora, as if piercing through time and piercing the air, making the surrounding spiritual power There was a burst of rolling.

Leng Wuyou snorted coldly, and unhurriedly moved to the side, dodging the black light very lightly.

Although he dodged one, there was another ray of black light roaring towards him, carrying a cold killing intent. Regarding this, Leng Wuyou just took a small step to the side, very indifferent dodged in the past.

Immediately after another, and then another and another, Leng Wuyou still hid very calmly.

It's like strolling in a courtyard, wantonly walking through those dark lights, making people gnash their teeth.

After all, he was trying hard to attack, but she was strolling here, so easily escaped his attack, and everyone would feel unhappy.

Du Shatian, who was hiding in the dark, also had a dark complexion.

He really didn't hold back. From the beginning of the sneak attack, he used all his strength, but this young man was so indifferent to his attack, as if he was like an ant in front of him.

This recognition made the anger in Du Shatian's heart burn like a volcano erupting with a bang.

His eyes were instantly covered by black mist, directly forming two rounds of incomparably pitch-black abyss.

The abyss seemed to be filled with countless grieving ghosts, howling and screaming, struggling to escape.

"Boy, you are really talented, making people jealous." He lowered his head and muttered to himself, but the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.

(End of this chapter)