Feng Heng's eyes were blood red, his feet were empty, and black energy suddenly surged around his body. He suddenly disappeared on the spot. The next moment, he appeared behind the three-headed and six-armed demon god. He raised his right hand and grabbed it suddenly, and actually pulled one of the demon god's arms from It was torn off from the shoulder.
"Ah?!" Qu Wuming couldn't help but be shocked, secretly thinking that he didn't even notice Feng Heng's movements, why did he rush behind him? ! Ignoring the pain coming from his shoulders, he turned around suddenly and slashed with the Yuansha Sword.
However, black energy surged from Feng Heng's body again, and he suddenly passed the Yuansha Sword and appeared diagonally above Qu Wuming. He raised his foot and suddenly kicked the head on Qu Wuming's right shoulder!
The head only had time to tilt its head slightly before it was kicked in half!
"Damn it!" The two remaining heads of the demon god roared in unison. The broken arm on the shoulder and the head on the right shoulder were suddenly filled with demonic energy, and they were restored to their original state in an instant.
"Hahahaha... Debt collector? Just you?" Feng Heng's aura continued to rise, and his movement speed became faster and faster. He was elusive and followed him like a shadow. No matter how Qu Wuming dodged and resisted, he was always blocked. Heng seized the opportunity to attack and injure him secretly. The body of the devil, which he was originally proud of, was as if it was made of paper and made of clay under Feng Heng's pair of sharp claws!
At this moment, Feng Heng was like a madman, his eyes were blood red, his mouth was drooling, while he kept hitting him like a playwright Wuming, and at the same time roared: "Debt collection? I don't owe you anything, what kind of debt are you asking me for?" ?! But you all owe me, who should I turn to to collect debt?! Everyone who owes me owes me! They all deserve to die!"
"Qian Wei deserves to die! The sect is divided and he still doesn't hand over the spiritual beasts and techniques. He deserves to see his Taoist disciples killed by me!"
"Fengjiang deserves to be damned! He actually helped outsiders deal with us. If he had followed us, now I would at least be the deputy sect leader of the Demon Spirit Sect!"
"My cousin deserves to die! He insisted on avenging his damn father, but in the end he severely damaged the whole sect and ruined my future!"
"Everyone from the Demon Spirit Sect deserves death! I was forced to sneak into the far north alone to capture spirit beasts, but instead I was made into a demon slave by the big demon!"
"You deserve to die too! You forced me to activate the demonic blood in my body, turning me into a human and a ghost!"
As he spoke, the aura of Feng Heng's demonic body had gradually stabilized at the level of the Void Refining Stage. It seemed that he had awakened some ability hidden in his bloodline, and his speed became faster and faster. Almost so fast that it leaves an afterimage!
From a distance, it seemed that there were more than a dozen half-dragon, half-human Feng Heng surrounding a demon god with three heads and six arms. Every time they struck, they would leave a scar on the demon god's body.
"You all owe me! You all owe me!" Feng Heng's roar almost echoed through the void around him. In his eyes, the demon god transformed by Qu Wuming seemed to have become a channel to vent all the gloom in his heart. It poured on the demon god.
Around them, the charming woman Su Qian, the red-faced old man Ma Wen, and the jade-faced scholar looked at the scene from a distance, with different expressions on their faces.
Su Qian frowned slightly and lightly covered her red lips with a jade hand. Although she was surprised, there seemed to be a hint of worry in her beautiful eyes.
The red-faced old man looked at the demonized Feng Heng with a smile on his lips and a fanatical look in his eyes, as if he was in awe of Feng Heng's sudden speed and strength.
The jade-faced scholar was staring closely at Feng Heng's every move. His expression had become calm, his thoughts seemed to have turned to other places, and he would show a confused smile from time to time.
At the moment when most of everyone's attention was on Qu Wuming and Feng Heng, Qu Wushe had dismantled the Black Jade Demon Toad into several pieces and took it out from its belly. A white demon pill was put into the mouth and chewed like a jelly bean.
When he turned back, he saw Qu Wuming being pressed down and beaten by a monster like a dragon. The opponent seemed to be deliberately teasing, flashing around Qu Wuming from time to time, and his attacks would hurt people!
Although the three-headed and six-armed demon god has extremely strong recovery ability, he still keeps getting injured!
Fortunately, the body of the demon god is constantly being injured. If it were Wuming, the composer, he would have been torn apart by Feng Heng long ago...
Qu Wushe was furious and thought to himself, "What a half-human and half-demon thing, how dare you hurt my body by relying on your speed! Let's see if you are faster or I am faster!"
Thinking of this, he saw Qu Wushe reciting the spell silently in his mouth, and a moment later, the pair of small green snakes that had been hanging above his earlobes suddenly disappeared with a swishing sound.
On the other side, Feng Henggang stepped out and punched Qu Wuming's swung demon-subduing pestle, causing it to fly backwards.
Seeing Qu Wuming reveal a big gap, he was about to take advantage of it and give him a claw, but he suddenly found that two giant green pythons suddenly appeared on his body, hands and feet!
The two giant pythons seemed to appear out of thin air, and in an instant they tightly bound Feng Heng's hands, feet, and body.
Feng Heng didn't check for a moment, but suddenly he felt a huge force coming from his body, and his hands and feet were tightly restrained on both sides of his body uncontrollably.
"Damn little snake, you want to trap me too?!" Feng Heng roared, and his limbs suddenly exerted force in an instant. Although the two giant pythons had used their full strength, they were still no match for Feng Heng, and they suddenly collapsed. Like a hemp rope, Feng Heng broke it into several pieces with a loud bang!
The broken python corpse was shaken away by Feng Heng, and then turned into dots of green smoke in the air and disappeared.
"Little devil..." Feng Heng sneered. After easily breaking free from the shackles of the two green snakes, he curled his lips and said disdainfully. But before the last word "skill" came out of his mouth, he caught a glimpse of a sharp sword light. Crossed his throat.
After all, he couldn't say the word "skill".
A huge and strange head was put into the Zifu space by Qu Wuming in an instant, and fell into the hands of Qu Siqiu, who had been waiting there for a long time...
Qu Wuming had already heard Qu Wushe's plan in his consciousness. Taking advantage of the moment when Feng Heng broke free from the entanglement of the green python and paused, he succeeded with one blow and sealed his throat with a sword!
After decapitating him, without stopping, he raised one of the devil's giant hands, and a large ball of Hongmeng Nether Fire appeared in the palm of his hand. With a bang of his palm, he slapped the ball of Hongmeng Nether Fire onto Feng Heng's neck. above the cavity.
Although the strange black scales on Feng Heng's body can resist the burning of the Hongmeng Nether Fire, the flesh, flesh and bones in his body do not have such ability. After being invaded by the Hongmeng Nether Fire, all his flesh and blood were burned in an instant. He was completely clean, and his scales had lost their support. They were blown away by the biting cold wind in the sky and fell like black snow flakes.
Qu Wuming originally thought that Feng Heng's Nascent Soul would be hidden in his body, and was still on guard against it suddenly running out and escaping. However, when he controlled the Hongmeng Nether Fire to refine his body, he discovered that Feng Heng had already No more Nascent Soul! It seemed that it had been absorbed into the physical body when it transformed into a demon before.
At this time, Qu Wuming's three-headed and six-armed demon body was also injured too many times before, and it took too much mana to recover, so it was unsustainable in advance. It turned into a ball of black smoke and dissipated, revealing Qu Wuming's original body. .
Qu Wuming was seen holding the Yuan Cha Sword, standing majestically in the void, his eyes fell on the face of the jade-faced scholar, and said coldly: "Feng Heng's transformation into that ghostly appearance is obviously your work, who are you? "
His demon slave Feng Heng was killed, but the jade-faced scholar didn't seem to have any sadness or pity on his face. Hearing this, he smiled slightly and said: "Haha, I really underestimated you! If I refine you into a demon dragon guard , I’m afraid it’s of higher quality than Feng Heng!”
"You are looking for death!" Qu Wuming thought in his mind, and Qu Wushe, who had been beside him for a long time and could not hold himself back, turned into a streak of black light and headed straight for the jade-faced scholar.
On this side, the red-faced old man Ma Wen saw that the monster released by Qu Wuming had already pounced on the jade-faced scholar. He waved the ebony and purple gold staff in his hand and was about to go to help, but Qu Wuming had already jumped in front of him and said loudly: "Your opponent is me!"
"Su Qian, why are you still standing there? Why don't you take action?!" The red-faced old man didn't want to fight Qu Wuming alone, so he turned his head and yelled angrily.
"You red-faced old horse, stop yelling at my aunt! I'll settle the score with you later!" Su Qian, a charming woman, was about to jump into the battle when Qu Wuming suddenly turned to look at her.
A silver light suddenly flew out of Qu Wuming's eyebrows. In an instant, he turned into a pretty figure and stood in front of her. He said coldly: "If you want to live, just don't move! If you want to fight, Your opponent is me!"
Su Qian watched intently and found that what appeared in front of her was a stunning woman with a curvy figure and a beautiful face. Her eyes were cold and her almond-shaped eyes were slightly wide, and she couldn't help but become curious.
"Who are you? Why did you fly out from between his eyebrows?" Su Qian smiled slightly and didn't make a move. Instead, she asked softly as if she were seeing a best friend she hadn't seen for many years.
"What a mouthful! Go to hell!" Qu Siqiu screamed, and with a flash of silver light in his hand, he had two long narrow-edged knives, and he rushed towards Su Qian.
Su Qian didn't dare to be careless, so she quickly took out a red diamond-shaped magic weapon and fought with Qu Siqiu back and forth.
At this time, Qu Wuming had already fought with the red-faced old man for several rounds.
I don’t know what kind of material the ebony purple gold staff in the palm of the red-faced old man is made of. It is soft yet hard, hard yet soft. When the Yuan Cha sword slashed on it, it could only leave a shallow mark on it. , unable to cut it off with one blow.
And the old man was obviously following Qu Wuming's approach to close combat. At this moment, when he started fighting, he activated some secret technique. His body that was originally a little rickety suddenly became taller and more powerful, as if an ape god had come to the world. With his thick arms, he moved the black gold staff like flying. A single strike had the power to crack mountains and crack rocks. In addition, his movements were extremely fast. He and Qu Wuming were instantly locked in a fight...
