At this time, the left and right halves of Yan Feng's body each scattered purple and blue light, and his eyes and head also changed to the same color—although the purple and blue light each occupied half of Yan Feng's body, it was shaking from side to side in an extremely unstable manner, as if they were fighting with each other to occupy each other's domain.

Yan Feng, who had completely lost his pupils, slowly raised his head, looked at the people in front of him, and whispered expressionlessly, "You guys...... You want to kill me...... You guys...... ...... all of them are going to die."

As he spoke, Yan Feng slowly raised his hands, palms facing each other in front of his chest. The left and right lights on his hand suddenly shone brightly

"Roar-" A loud dragon roar echoed in the space filled with colorful streamers, and a huge dragon phantom appeared behind Yan Feng.

Looking at the dragon that was also blue and purple, a feeling of powerlessness suddenly rose in everyone's hearts.

“…… It's too powerful, it's totally ...... It's irresistible......" At this time, Zi Ru, who was wearing a purple robe, was quietly floating in the air, the thunder on the eight wings behind him flickered uncontrollably, his face was full of fear, and his voice was a little trembling.

"Humph!" Qingyang on the side snorted disdainfully, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and pretended to be calm and said: "Afraid, what, kill him." ”

Although Qingyang was terrified by the power of the Flame Peak in front of him, he knew that he must not be cowardly - if the leader retreated out of fear, then the next battle would be completely over; What's more, he has been famous for tens of thousands of years, how can he be shocked by the power exuded by one of his juniors and retreat without a fight? If this kind of thing spreads, what kind of face will he have in the future to stand in the forest of the strong?

The thought flashed in his heart, feeling the compelling momentum of Yanfeng, Qingyang turned his face and turned his head to everyone: "Let go, there are no restrictions here!" ”

"Hmm!" The three of Fei Yin Fei and Lin Huan on the side nodded at the same time, and then quickly retreated, each flying to a point, cooperating with Ziru Qingyang and the two to surround Yan Feng.

Then, Qingyang turned around and said to the pale-faced Pars: "You reply quickly, don't be motivated for the time being." ”

"Yes, sir." Pal replied respectfully to Qingyang while looking at Yanfeng viciously, and suddenly felt a little more anger and jealousy in his heart, then closed his eyes and began to reply to himself.

"Okay, let's unfold!" Qingyang looked back at the people in place, the apprehension in his heart suddenly subsided, and then nodded, hiding the anxiety in his heart, and pretended to be calm and whispered: "Wind, thunder, fire, space,...... Damn, how can this be ......"

Yan Feng, who was surrounded in the center, looked at Qingyang and the others who surrounded him expressionlessly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something; Then he suddenly bent down, held his head with both hands, and groaned in pain: "Hmm...... Head...... It hurts......"

After Yan Feng hugged his head and bent down, the blue and purple light on his body suddenly retreated a little in their respective directions, and the blue and purple two-color dragon behind him also became a little dim.

"Huh?" Seeing the changes in Yanfeng, Qingyang suddenly felt a little puzzled in his heart; But seeing Yan Feng moaning in pain, Qingyang was overjoyed in his heart, and the opportunity for his heart to come was here, so he waved his hand and ordered everyone: "Begin!" ”

The four of them looked at Qingyang, then glanced at each other while nodding firmly.

"Naruto-"

A loud chirp sounded—following the sound, Fei Xuan at this time crossed his hands and held his shoulders hard, and his body trembled involuntarily, as if he was enduring some pain; The whole body was completely surrounded by pale blue flames in the center, and from a distance, it looked like a blue fireball floating in the air; The blue flames were intense, but if you looked closely, you could see that the color of the Flying Head wrapped in the flames was gradually changing, and the exposed skin was constantly spilling out of a light blue thing.

On the side, Fei Yin, who was originally holding a cyan heavy sword, spread out his limbs and made a movement that completely unfolded his body. Then, a green whirlwind appeared out of thin air around Fei Yin's body, slowly enveloping it; At the same time, the "Wind Howl" that was originally held in Feiyin's hand slowly flew out, and then floated in front of the whirlwind, turning out a strong blue light - the blue light flashed, and the heavy sword that was originally floating in the air disappeared, replaced by two milky white objects with a whole body and shaped like an awl; After the two cone-shaped objects appeared, the tips turned slightly, and they stabbed towards Feiyin in the whirlwind, and finally disappeared into the green whirlwind - after the cone-shaped object disappeared, the original pale green whirlwind suddenly became violent, and the dark green tornado that gradually formed, completely enveloped Feiyin, isolating everything from the outside world.

Looking at the changes in the two in the air, the solemn look on Qingyang's face suddenly eased a lot, and then he raised his hand to wipe his chin, and said lightly: "It is worthy of the soul sealed by that person...... It is able to retain the energy so perfectly. ”

As he spoke, Qingyang looked at Yanfeng and muttered to himself gloomily, "Yanfeng...... You're going to die this time, it's a pity for this rare genius in 10,000 years......"

After that, Qingyang first lowered his head and sighed slightly, then raised his head and looked at another place in the space.

Compared to the heat and fury of the two Feiyin brothers, it was much calmer in the other corner of the space - the huge cube with silver-white light was floating quietly at this time where Lin Huan was originally located; The space around the silver-white cube was extremely distorted, as if an invisible force was trying its best to tear the space apart, as if it wanted to tear the space apart, and it still gave an extremely chaotic feeling when viewed from a distance.

Looking at the distorted space, Qingyang smiled faintly. Not only did he sigh a little more in his heart: "It is worthy of being one of the most powerful families...... Although his reputation in the human world is not as good as that of the Blood Flame Clan, he is ...... after all."

"Lord Qingyang, do I need to use all my strength? I still ...... about the eight wings," a slightly hesitant voice interrupted Qingyang's thoughts. Turning his head and looking at Ziru with a questioning face, Qingyang shook his head and said with a serious expression: "Use the strongest strength...... Although there are people from the Shuilin clan, in terms of instantaneous explosive power, I can only rely on you......"

While speaking, Qingyang turned his head, pointed at Pars, who was healing behind him, with his chin, and said lightly: "You have been receiving the power of the Eight Wings for a long time than him, right?" Do your best to control it...... I'm afraid that the current Yanfeng is not so easy to deal with. ”

As he spoke, Qingyan turned around, stretched out his right hand, and lightly pointed to the dragon illusion behind Yan Feng, and said with an ugly face: "You don't know what it is now, right?" ”