Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 50 Cramps
There is still a long distance from the ground here, but it is no longer a problem for Fu Qian.

Quietly jumped down from the top, Fu Qian walked directly to the stone seat.

Feng Yunhong on the stone seat closed his eyes tightly at this moment and remained motionless, showing no reaction to Fu Qian's arrival.

At this distance, the bursts of wailing were already very clear, and even the blurred face of Feng Yunhong could be seen.

Each of them has a hideous expression, as if they are enduring great pain.

Feng Yunhong didn't respond, so Fu Qian watched quietly, not missing any details.

Based on this situation and the strange patterns around it, it can be inferred that the stone seat is a very special existence.

It seemed that Feng Yunhong relied on it to suppress the consciousness of other extraordinary beings.

Soon, Fu Qian noticed that the wailing sound became smaller and smaller, and the faces became more and more blurred until they disappeared under the skin one by one.

Even Feng Yunhong's body size has shrunk a little, not as exaggerated as before.

The effect is quite good!
Fu Qian shook his hand and took a step forward.

At the same time, Feng Yunhong suddenly opened his eyes, staring at him firmly.

"What do you want to do?"

"Hello, Mr. Feng!"

Fu Qian had no embarrassment of being caught, and greeted him calmly.

Feng Yunhong sneered.

"Idiot, do you really think I'm unconscious?"

"From the moment you came down, I found you."

Can I not know this?Fu Qian sighed.

According to the experience of dealing with him before, it can be inferred that this person is quite wary.

Even after listening to his own words, Feng Yunhong was worried and rushed to deal with the hidden dangers, he would not just reveal the secret to others without any recourse.

This guy has been here for decades, and his familiarity with the surroundings is beyond imagination. Fu Qian didn't even think to hide his figure from him, and he didn't even deliberately hide his figure.

Staring at Fu Qian, Feng Yunhong had a cruel smile on his face.

"Based on your suspicious words, do you think the old man will believe you? I was busy just now, so I will allow you to live a little longer."

"If you did it just now, you could still cause me some trouble. Now, there is only one end waiting for you."

"It's like those things just now, isn't it?"

Fu Qian replied lazily.

"May I take the liberty to ask what you were doing just now?"

"You can guess."

Feng Yunhong stood up directly from the stone seat.

"It doesn't matter if you can't guess, you will realize it soon."

He picked up the halberd next to him with one hand.

"Believe me, you will experience it for a long, long time..."

"That's not bad."

"You really don't know how to live or die!"

Feng Yunhong waved his long halberd, the cold light flickered, and he narrowly avoided the blow.

"Escaped pretty fast."

Feng Yunhong snorted, unfolded his halberd, and there were continuous streams of cold lights.

This guy who doesn't know where he came from is really good, and the key is to know too much.

He has already moved to kill, and he must not let Fu Qian escape.

Unexpectedly, the opponent didn't seem to run away at all, and even advanced instead of retreating, and directly dodged the halberd to fight close to each other.

Is this guy crazy?
Although Feng Yunhong was a little puzzled about Fu Qian's death-defying behavior, he was merciless and decided to make a quick decision.

Feng Yunhong's halberd technique is proficient, and he has a gap in realm, so he has firmly gained the upper hand.

Soon, a bloodstain appeared on Fu Qian's arm, who couldn't dodge.

Feng Yunhong was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, when suddenly a scarlet brilliance flashed in front of him.

Snapped!
The long whip that appeared in the void lashed Feng Yunhong firmly.

hidden weapon?Feng Yunhong was taken aback. Seeing that Fu Qian was empty-handed, he couldn't determine the source of the attack for a while.

Before he could figure it out, the next moment, Feng Yunhong's heart was filled with a strong mania, which gave him the urge to tear everything around him.

"what?"

Shocked, Feng Yunhong quickly distanced himself, pointing his halberd at Fuqian.

"Old man Feng is in good spirits, let me make you more energetic."

Fu Qian grinned, stepped forward without stopping, and went forward to fight again.

From the very beginning, he was not prepared to run.

At first glance, Feng Yunhong's current state can be described as quite good.

Under the influence of the stone seat, his incongruity was almost completely suppressed, and it was purely an act of death to fight with him at this time.

But Fu Qian was very sure that the 26 bloody heads were still there, and they hadn't really been wiped out.

If it was so easy to digest, how could Feng Yunhong still be troubled for decades.

I believe that as long as they are given the right stimulation, they will be active again.

This situation is really suitable for the Tyrant's Fist to play.

Chi Hesheng, Luo Binhai, Shui Jing, Grimm Wood...all made me angry.

what is the problem!

As time went by, Feng Yunhong became more and more frightened as he fought more and more, the halberd in his hand formed one piece of cold light, leaving wounds one after another for his opponent.

It's a shame that this guy's vitality is extremely tenacious, and he has been bruised and bruised, but he never fell down.Not even a noticeable drop in speed.

At the same time, Feng Yunhong had been whipped more than a dozen times.

Every time the whip goes down, the mania in my heart will become stronger. Now the violent emotions are getting stronger and stronger, and even the moves are beginning to be affected.

This is not the scariest!

The transcendental consciousness, which had been suppressed steadily, unexpectedly became unstable.

The howling sound reappeared, and it was obviously affected by manic emotions, and the state was quite unstable.

Can't delay any longer!
Feng Yunhong made up his mind and let out a deafening roar.

A huge sound wave echoed in the building, and Fu Qian, who was running fast, froze.

At the same time, the halberd tore apart Fu Qian's body at a slightly faster speed than before.

You have a secret, and the old man didn't do his best just now.

Looking at the neck that was almost severed by Qi Gen, Feng Yunhong showed a sinister smile.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a long scarlet whip hit his head and covered his face, completely detonating the mania in his heart.

How can it be!

Looking at the opponent who still did not fall, Feng Yunhong stood there in a daze.

"Don't be distracted, old man!"

A mouth grew out of the palm of Fu Qian's right hand, and he said in a mocking tone.

His original head quickly shriveled to nothing but a layer of skin.

It's the first time I try a feast in battle, and the effect is better than expected!
To a certain extent, I have no harm to speak of now.

A new head popped up quickly, Fu Qian's hand didn't stop, and the scarlet whip lashed at Feng Yunhong's body like a storm.

Under the effect of the Tyrant's Fist, the howling around the latter became louder and louder, and even some body parts were distorted.

"You think you've already won?"

Realizing that his mental and physical confusion was irreparable, Feng Yunhong let out a hoarse roar.

The next moment, he dropped the halberd and reached out to grab Fu Qian's neck.

(End of this chapter)