The Dragon from Hell

Looking at Qin Feng's fighting figure, Nan Hexuan clenched his teeth.

Before, it was a matter of life and death, but the situation is different from now.

Before, he had no choice, but now if he gritted his teeth, he might be able to rush out with Donggong Ya, but Qin Feng and Zhu Xing would need to hold on for a little longer.

No one dared to guarantee how long they could hold on, let alone whether they could survive in the end.

The best way at the moment was for him and Donggong Ya to leave here as quickly as possible and find Liuqin to save the situation.

But the demon soldiers blocked their steps and they couldn't get out for a while.

Unless...

He used his life as a price to stop the demon soldiers and even stopped Li Zhi, so that others could go out first.

The sword in his hand was called "Goshawk" because the animal carved on its hilt looked like the head of a goshawk.

But in fact, he knew that this sword was not called this name hundreds of years ago, and the carving on the hilt was not a goshawk, but a vulture.

As the heirloom of the Nan family of Tianyun State, the greatest feature of this sword is not that it can cut iron like mud, because it actually carries the lives of several generations of the Nan family, including Nan Hexuan's father.

Blood sacrifice to the goshawk, the stronger the ability of the sacrificer, the greater the power the goshawk can give.

"It's a pity that my father was already in the Jindan stage when he sacrificed himself. He sacrificed himself and killed a demon king... If it was mine..."

He looked up and looked at the dozens of demon soldiers blocking the road ahead, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know if I can clear a way for others."

The only person who could see what he wanted to do at this time was Gongsun Miao next to him.

Gongsun Miao was in extreme pain, but his body could not move.

His fellow disciples were fighting for a way out, and Nan Hexuan even wanted to sacrifice the goshawk.

And he could do nothing.

Regardless of whether everyone succeeded or not in the end, he could only be a bystander. In comparison, the pain in his body was not worth mentioning.

He tried desperately to suppress the snake tail poison with his consciousness and wanted to stop Nan Hexuan.

But how could a small cultivator like him control the snake venom of the demon queen?

No matter how hard he tried, it was in vain.

At this time, Qin Feng and Zhu Xing were covered in blood, and neither of them had the intention of retreating.

Zhu Xing took the fight, and Qin Feng caught his breath, but in a blink of an eye, he met Gongsun Miao's eyes.

At this time, Gongsun Miao's body was still stiff, and he should have looked like a wooden man.

But at this glance, Qin Feng saw a look of help in Gongsun Miao's eyes.

"Huh?"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and thought he had seen it wrong for a moment.

But the next moment, he saw Gongsun Miao's eyeballs move very hard, moving towards his side, as if to remind him of something.

Qin Feng followed his line of sight and saw Nan Hexuan holding a long sword across his body, cutting his palm, and his blood was surging.

It looks like... sacrificing blood to the sword!

"Idiot!"

Qin Feng didn't expect that someone as arrogant as Nan Hexuan would choose to sacrifice himself to the sword at this time to open up a way out for Donggong Ya and Gongsun Miao.

He turned his head and glanced at Zhu Xing, who was now full of crazy hatred and didn't care about anything else.

Li Zhi could play with them like a cat playing with a mouse just by standing in the center.

This won't work.

Even if he stops Nan Hexuan now, he and Zhu Xing will be defeated later, and everyone will die.

If Jiao Xia was here...

No.

Qin Feng shook his head.

If Jiao Xia could still come out now, then he and Zhu Xing wouldn't have to fight to this point.

Before, Jiao Xia only reminded him in his mind, but didn't show up, which means that her condition is still not good now.

It seems that he can only rely on himself.

Suddenly, Qin Feng recalled what the senior Renhuang had given him in the Ten Thousand Souls Cave. The blood jade contained the senior's experience and some of his skills in the past thousand years.

Because the senior was trapped in the Ten Thousand Souls Cave, even a strong man like him could not use too much spiritual power.

So he actually stored all the spiritual power he had cultivated in the past thousand years in the blood jade.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng immediately took out the blood jade and put it on his chest.

The next moment, countless wonderful skills all poured into Qin Feng's mind.

Some of these moves were used by the senior, but some of the skills were completely a concept and idea in the senior's mind, and he had no chance to practice them.

So he gave them to Qin Feng and asked him to practice them on his behalf.

Now, it's time to practice!

Countless skills flashed before his eyes, and Qin Feng stood there, finallyHis eyes fell on one of them - Fireball Technique!

Qin Feng didn't know why, among all the profound techniques created by that senior, he chose Fireball Technique at first sight.

But he had experienced it in the Ten Thousand Souls Cave before, and the Fireball Technique of that senior was completely different from what he had encountered before.

All the techniques he had learned before were tailor-made for awakeners with spiritual bones. They were not very suitable for Qin Feng, but at least they could be used.

But the techniques created by this senior were completely created for ordinary bones, just for ordinary bones like him.

In this case, the Fireball Technique created by that senior might be very different!

And at this time, Qin Feng's eyes were also locked on the Fire Tree on the side.

Perhaps because the atmosphere in the cave became more and more tense and the fighting spirit rose, the Hell Fire on this Fire Tree became more and more vigorous, as if it was ready to join the battle at any time.

Fire Tree, Hell Fire... Yes!

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he withdrew his thoughts and focused on Lizhi again.

What if he took advantage of the current geographical advantage and merged the Hell Fire and the Fire Wood?

Qin Feng frowned and concentrated his spiritual power, concentrating all his consciousness on the Fire Wood and Lizhi.

Lizhi was still teasing Zhu Xing wantonly, but Zhu Xing seemed to have realized something and subconsciously looked towards Qin Feng.

At this time, half of his limbs were about to break, and the pain had gradually sobered him up.

Originally, he thought that his revenge had just begun and was about to end, but at this time he saw Qin Feng not far away.

He could only feel that Qin Feng's aura had changed. It seemed that he had thought of a way to deal with Lizhi, and he stood still and began to concentrate his spiritual power in one place.

Zhu Xing's eyelids twitched. Although he didn't know what Qin Feng was doing, he knew that Qin Feng needed time now.

He turned around and looked at Riori who was walking towards him, a flame in his eyes ignited again: "Come again!"