However, Zhao Feihu was not interested in this at all, and glanced at Phantom Rain without any emotion, and then turned his attention to the dragon's body.

At this time, the dragon is not having a good time. He was hit hard by the ghost hand shot by the phantom rain just now, and he didn't know what kind of divine weapon it was, not only harming his body, but also injecting a netherworld power into his body, constantly eroding the internal organs in his body.

In addition, the dragon had already consumed a huge amount before, and now it was heavily damaged, and the combat power he could exert at the moment was less than thirty percent of that when he was victorious.

He struggled to get up from the ground, desperate, vowing to kill the two in front of him. On the one hand, it is to avenge the tiger, and on the other hand, it is also worried that the tiger will return to the mountain, and there will be endless troubles.

He raised his ghost axe and attacked Zhao Feihu again.

After a bloody battle, Zhao Feihu completely aroused his original ferocity.

He ignored it, holding the knife in both hands, carrying enough Zhenyuan, and slashing at the dragon's head.

"Open the mountain!" He shouted.

"Ssangyong goes to sea!" Zhao Feihu showed no weakness.

The two sets of martial arts collided violently in one place, and the dragon was shocked back by the sword momentum for a few steps, stabilized its body, and spat out a mouthful of blood again.

As for Zhao Feihu, he was broken through the defense by the residual strength of the ghost axe, hit his body, and fell to the ground on his back.

Phantom Rain, who had been leaning on the edge of the big stone to watch the battle, saw the situation in the field, sighed helplessly, and secretly said in his heart: It seems that I am going to die here today, the difference in strength between this guy and the dragon is too big, and it is impossible to expect him to be able to stop the dragon!

However, just when Phantom Rain was desperate, the burly body slowly climbed up.

Zhao Feihu stood in front of the dragon again like an iron tower.

"Interesting! I'd like to see if you can withstand my attacks!" Xiao smiled coldly at Zhao Feihu.

"Open the mountain!" The dragon was concocted in the same way, and attacked it with another blow.

"The Tiger is coming down!" Zhao Feihu held the knife in both hands and swung it forward.

The two clashed in martial arts, and the result was the same as before, exchanging damage.

The damage was minor and he was able to barely stand up. Zhao Feihu was seriously injured and was knocked to the ground by the attack again.

The phantom rain on the side sighed again.

However, just when both Wei and Phantom Rain thought that Zhao Feihu couldn't stand up, Zhao Feihu unexpectedly got up from the ground again.

He coughed up blood, holding a knife in both hands, across his chest, and exuding an aura of seeing death as if he were at home.

Xiao looked at the scene in front of him, even if he was licking blood from the knife all year round, he was shocked by Zhao Feihu's spirit.

If he was Zhao Feihu and was hit twice in a row, he would definitely not be able to stand up. But with a tenacious will, the other party actually stood up again.

Wei began to pay attention to the opponent in front of him, he carried enough Zhenyuan, and once again showed his housekeeping skills, "Open the mountain and the ghost axe!" ”

Zhao Feihu didn't avoid it, and instinctively swung out a knife, "The knife is ruthless!" ”

In this way, Zhao Feihu was hit by the powerful attack of the dragon, fell again and again, but stood up again and again, this scene deeply shocked the two people present.

Until the seventh time when the two sides collided, Xiao and Zhao Feihu were hit by each other's offensives and both fell to the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, there was a trace of fear in his heart, and he silently thought in his heart: This time, should he still be able to stand up!

With seven consecutive rounds of all-out confrontation, both Xiao and Zhao Feihu were already at the end of their crossbows, exhausting the last trace of true yuan in their bodies.

He lay on the ground panting for breath, looking like he was out of breath and out of breath and in.

Although Zhao Feihu not far away is the same, there is no sadness or joy on his face, as if he was born with no human feelings, giving people a feeling of desperation.

At this time, he could no longer lift the ruthless knife, so he could only crawl towards the dragon on the ground little by little with the wriggling of his limbs.

When Xiao saw Zhao Feihu slowly approaching him, it was as if he had seen a ghost, and the fear in his heart was even greater.

Once fear, once it grows, it spreads infinitely.

Instinctively, he made a move that even he couldn't believe.

He exerted his last bit of strength, dragged his body on the ground, and crawled in the opposite direction of Zhao Feihu.

At this time, the scene was very strange, and the two strong martial artists crawled on the ground one after another.

Not only that, but what was even more unbelievable was that a second-order martial artist was chasing a sixth-order martial artist.

This picture of strong contrast, even the phantom rain that kills people without blinking, can't help but be moved.

She watched the tower-like man be knocked down again and again, but he stood up again and again, and finally turned defeat into victory.

No matter how rational the result is, it will never happen.

However, a miracle happened and happened to a stubborn and unyielding burly man. At this time, the man was instinctively crawling towards his opponent.

Finally, Zhao Feihu grabbed one of the dragon's feet. His large hands dragged the dragon back.

Next, there is a scene where even the phantom rain is disgusted.

Zhao Feihu picked with his hands, bit with his teeth, and used all the means at his disposal, like a beast, to bite and eat a living person.

It didn't take long for Xiao, the hero of the Four Ghost Sect generation, to die of despair in fear and wailing.

Seeing the enemy's death in Huangquan, Zhao Feihu spit out a piece of flesh and blood in his mouth, and passed out in a deep coma.

……

Half an hour later, an old man in a gray robe found this place with the sound of breaking the wind.

The old man looked at the tragic scene on the ground, the body of a man was unrecognizable, the flesh on his body had been gnawed off, and Bai Sensen's bones were exposed.

The other man, covered in blood and with a piece of raw flesh at the corner of his mouth, fell to the ground on his back, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Even if he was used to seeing the tragic fighting, he was not as shocked as he was today.

The old man saw the phantom rain leaning on the side of the big stone and meditating on his knees, so he immediately bowed forward, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "Damn it, my subordinates didn't protect Miss well, please punish Miss for it!" ”

Phantom Rain slowly opened his eyes and said coldly: "Cut off one arm to set an example." ”

When the old man heard this, he was not the slightest dissatisfied, but as if he had been pardoned, he said respectfully: "Thank you Miss for not killing!" ”

After speaking, the old man slashed at the other arm with a knife in his hand.

Suddenly, that arm fell to the ground, and blood flowed everywhere.

The old man's face was pale, and he clenched his teeth, not daring to stop the bleeding, let alone make the slightest sound of pain.

"Miss, let's go back!" The gray-robed old man endured the pain and asked Phantom Rain for instructions.

Phantom Rain slowly stood up and walked straight to Zhao Feihu's side.

She looked at Zhao Feihu, who was lying on the ground without knowing anyone, and her expression became inexplicably abnormal. There seems to be some appreciation, some respect, some curiosity, and some gratitude.

"Take him back to the Netherworld Sect with me." Phantom Rain ordered meaningfully.

The old man didn't dare to ask more, and even claimed that it was.