Then Fengwan began to increase the frequency of attacks, and increased the number of ice picks shot at a time, and the power was also increased by 20%.
Yanliang's jumping distance also increased from more than one foot to more than two feet, and then from more than two feet to more than three feet. In the end, he didn't even look at it, but he could dodge with extreme accuracy.
At first Fengwan thought that the other party was just lucky, but gradually he felt that the other party's sensitivity was not weak, but in the end he realized that such a level was far beyond his own knowledge.
This gradually caused an inexplicable anger to rise in his heart. This anger was just because the other party was somewhat beyond his expectations. He was very unwilling to have such a situation happen.
"Hmph! I didn't expect you, a pariah, to have some skills. In that case, I can only let you, like me, see my true abilities."
As soon as he finished speaking, he made a gesture and pointed his finger in the air, and a stream of aqua blue spiritual power shot towards the sky above where Yanliang was.
Immediately, a circular formation with a size of a hundred feet appeared in the sky. There were interlaced formations within the formation, and the formations would flicker every once in a while.
Just as those formations were flashing, flying blades all over the sky were rapidly forming. At a glance, they were so densely packed that they looked as if they were going to destroy this small forest.
Yan Liang looked at the flying blades all over the sky above, feeling a little solemn in his heart, and said to himself: "Although these flying blades all over the sky seem to be many, they are unable to seriously damage my body. They alone cannot defeat me at all; look at the absorption of this magic circle. The movements of the aura around me should be as powerful as the fifth-level mid-level. I think there should be follow-up moves. The flying blade in front of me is just to prevent me from escaping. It seems that not all Fengshi are mediocre, but he It seems a bit difficult to control this cultivation level..."
Since he had seen through all this in his heart, he naturally would not sit still and wait for death. However, on the surface, he pretended to be ignorant and challenged the other party: "You are as timid as a mouse and you dare to be on top." You are trying to show off your power, you don’t even have the courage to fight me head-on, you don’t look like a man at all, you are a coward who is worse than a woman, I will not accompany you anymore.”
After saying that, he didn't care, jumped several feet in one step, and ran quickly out of the woods.
Feng Wanqi's face couldn't help but twitch. Due to the coldness of the Nether Clan's skills and spiritual energy, men generally lacked masculinity, which became a permanent pain in their hearts.
For this reason, their status in the Nether Clan is very low, not only in the family, but also in all major forces and important positions in the family are basically held by women.
"Ah! You are looking for death!"
With a roar, the spiritual energy all over his body poured into the magic circle crazily, accelerating the movement of the magic circle.
"The effect is not bad. It seems that you are very concerned about it. I don't know how long your control can last."
Yan Liang glanced back at his opponent, whose face had begun to turn pale. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a weird smile that was difficult to detect.
This seemed to completely anger the other party, and even he himself did not expect that the effect would be so good.
However, he didn't know whether it was those words that hit the other party, or whether the other party was afraid that he would escape from the magic circle he was using with all his strength, or both.
No matter what, he secretly kept these words in mind and prepared to try again when he angered his opponent in the future.
The flying blade, which was already forming rapidly, took shape almost instantly and shot out downwards.
Yanliang looked up at the dense flying blades above, and his brain began to work at full speed.
His telekinesis power cannot go out of the Soul Palace, and an attack of this scale can no longer rely on the reminder of the old soul.
For a sixth-level soul master, the calculation power and reaction power of the brain are so amazing. Coupled with the perfect and strong body of the golden body, it is a perfect combination of wisdom and strength.
Even if you don't have cultivation, you can't use the power of the soul, but it is far from being bullied by ordinary Spirit King realm.
With the rapid analysis and calculation of his brain, the originally dense and extremely fast flying blades became sparse and slow in his eyes, and his expression became extremely serious.
The moment the flying blades all flew towards him, he half-bent his knees, put one foot forward, and suddenly exerted force on his back foot, and his body jumped out like an arrow off the string.
The flying blade slashed through him, and his body was immediately pierced with thousands of holes, and then slowly dissipated.
The next moment, his figure appeared more than ten feet away. It turned out that it was just an afterimage. The ground behind him began to collapse due to his force just now, and the whole small forest felt the vibration.
Feng Wan couldn't help but shrink his pupils. The opponent's sudden explosive power was far beyond his expectation, but he didn't think that he could escape from his attack at this time.
Although he thought so in his heart, the movements of his hands sped up again.
Yanliang adjusted his direction slightly, jumped forward and rolled, dodging a wave of flying blades. After standing up, he adjusted his direction slightly again and jumped up to be more than ten feet away.
The flying blades that were chasing after him were too fast and could not react as quickly as him. They continued to fly forward for several feet or even several feet before hurriedly turning and pursuing again.
Feng Wan looked at the figure below. He was so agile that he couldn't even keep up with the flying blade. He kept adjusting his direction in the woods and was gone in the blink of an eye. The border was only fifty or sixty feet away, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
"It is simply wishful thinking to escape from my Nine Yin Flying Blade Formation."
He hurriedly summoned a ray of pure Yin Ming power. This Yin Ming power was obtained by refining Yin Qi, the spiritual energy of the underworld, and then continuously purifying it.
The power of the underworld is a higher level of spiritual power in the underworld, which can increase the power of spells. Generally, people in the underworld are reluctant to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.
Because it is extremely difficult to obtain, and it takes decades of accumulation to obtain just one strand, most people use it as a way to keep the bottom of the box.
The fact that he used it at this moment shows that his anger has reached the extreme, and he thinks that he can only live in this small space in this life, and there is no other chance to use it, so why not use it to satisfy the immediate pleasure.
With the addition of Yin Ming's power, the second wave of attacks from the Nine Yin Flying Blade Formation quickly formed. An ice dragon dozens of feet long was born from the formation and suddenly pounced downwards.
Although this ice dragon is only a few dozen feet long, it carries a hint of majesty that looks down on the world. It seems that any creature seems extremely small in front of it.
Along with this ice dragon comes a powerful binding force, as well as a sense of oppression and suffocation that threatens to freeze the entire space.
Yan Liang's expression became extremely solemn. He glanced at the ice dragon that had rushed forward, turned around sharply, advanced instead of retreating, and slipped under its dragon claws with a low waist.
