Chapter 50 Crazy
It is still quite far from the ground, but it is no longer a problem for Fu Qian.
He quietly jumped down from the top and walked directly to the stone seat.
Feng Yunhong, who was sitting on the stone seat, closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless, showing no reaction to his arrival.
From this distance, the wailing sounds were very clear, and one could even see the blurry face of Feng Yunhong.
Each one has a ferocious expression, seeming to be in great pain.
Feng Yunhong didn't respond, so he just watched quietly, not missing any detail.
From this situation, coupled with the strange patterns around it, we can basically infer that the stone seat is a rather special existence.
It seems that Feng Yunhong relies on it to suppress the consciousness of other extraordinary beings.
Soon, Fu Qian noticed that the wails were getting smaller and smaller, and the faces were getting blurry, until they disappeared one by one under the skin.
Even Feng Yunhong's size has shrunk a bit, not as exaggerated as before.
The effect is quite good!
Fu Qian shook his hand and took a step forward.
At the same time, Feng Yunhong opened his eyes suddenly and stared at him.
"What do you want to do?"
"Hello, Mr. Feng!"
Before paying, he showed no embarrassment about being caught and said hello calmly.
Feng Yunhong sneered.
"Idiot, do you really think I'm unconscious?"
"I noticed you from the moment you came down."
Do I know this? He sighed before paying.
Based on previous dealings with him, we can infer that this person is quite wary.
Even after listening to his own words, Feng Yunhong was worried and rushed to deal with the hidden dangers, but he would not reveal his secrets to others without any backup plan.
This guy has been here for decades, and his familiarity with the surroundings is beyond imagination. Fu Qian didn't even think about hiding it from him, and he didn't even deliberately hide his figure.
Staring at Fu Qian, Feng Yunhong had a cruel smile on his face.
"Based on your suspicious words, do you think I will believe you? I was busy just now, so I will allow you to live a little longer."
"If you had taken action just now, you would have caused me some trouble. Now, there is only one end waiting for you."
"Just like those things just now, right?"
Fu Qian replied lazily.
"Can I take the liberty of asking what you were doing just now?"
"You can guess."
Feng Yunhong stood up directly from the stone seat.
"It doesn't matter if you can't guess, you will feel it soon."
He picked up the halberd next to him with one hand.
"Believe me, you will feel it for a long, long time..."
"That's not bad."
"You really don't know how to live or die!"
Feng Yunhong waved his halberd, the cold light flashed, and he narrowly avoided the blow.
"Escaped quite quickly."
Feng Yunhong snorted and unfolded his halberd, sending out a continuous stream of cold light.
This guy who doesn't know where he came from is really good, and he knows too much about the key.
He has murderous intentions and must not let Fu Qian escape.
Unexpectedly, the opponent showed no signs of running away, and even advanced instead of retreating, dodging the halberd and engaging in close combat.
Is this guy crazy?
Although Feng Yunhong was a little confused about Fu Qian's act of seeking death, he showed no mercy and decided to fight quickly.
Feng Yun's Honghalberd technique was proficient, and he had a level gap, so he firmly had the upper hand.
Soon, a bloodstain appeared on Fu Qian's arm, which he couldn't dodge.
Feng Yunhong was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, when suddenly a scarlet light flashed in front of him.
Snapped!
The long whip that appeared from the void struck Feng Yunhong firmly on his body.
Hidden weapon? Feng Yunhong was surprised. Seeing that his hands were empty, he couldn't determine the source of the attack for a while.
Before he could figure it out, the next moment, a strong manic mood arose in Feng Yunhong's heart, making him have the urge to tear everything around him into pieces.
"what?"
Feng Yunhong was shocked and quickly distanced himself, pointing his halberd at Fu Qian.
"Mr. Feng is in good spirits. Let me make you more energetic."
Fu Qian chuckled, kept his feet on his feet, and stepped forward to fight hand to hand again.
From the beginning, he was not ready to run.
At first glance, Feng Yunhong's current condition can be said to be quite good.
Under the influence of the stone seat, his incoordination was almost completely suppressed, and attacking him at this time was purely an act of seeking death.
However, Fu Qian was very sure that the twenty-six dead heads were still there and had not been truly eliminated.
If it was so easy to digest, how could Feng Yunhong still be troubled after decades?
I believe that as long as they are given the right stimulation, they will become active again.
This situation is really suitable for the use of Tyrant's Fist.
Chi Hesheng, Luo Binhai, Shui Jing, Grimm Wood... all of them make me happy.
what is going on!
As time went by, Feng Yunhong became more and more frightened as he fought. The cold light from the halberd in his hand connected together, leaving one wound after another on his opponent.
It's shameful that this guy is obviously very tenacious. He was obviously bruised and bruised, but he still didn't fall down. His speed didn't even drop significantly.
At the same time, Feng Yunhong had been whipped more than a dozen times.
With each stroke of the whip, the mania in my heart becomes stronger. Now my violent emotions are getting stronger and stronger, and even my moves are starting to be affected.
This is not the scariest thing!
The transcendent consciousness, which was originally suppressed and stabilized, actually became unstable.
The wailing sound reappeared, and he was obviously affected by manic emotions, and his state was quite unstable.
Can't delay any longer!
Feng Yunhong made up his mind and let out a deafening roar.
A huge sound echoed in the building, and Fu Qian, who was running in a hurry, froze.
At the same time, the halberd tore through Fu Qian's body at a speed slightly faster than before.
You have a secret, and I didn’t try my best just now.
Looking at the neck that was almost cut off by its roots, Feng Yunhong showed a sinister smile.
However, before he could catch his breath, a long scarlet whip struck him on the head, completely detonating the mania in his heart.
How can it be!
Looking at his opponent who still hadn't fallen, Feng Yunhong was stunned.
"Master, don't be distracted!"
A mouth grew on the palm of Fu Qian's right hand, and he spoke in a mocking tone.
His original head quickly shriveled up until only a layer of skin remained.
It was my first time to try a feast in battle, and the effect was better than I imagined!
To a certain extent, there is no danger for me now.
A new head appeared quickly, and without stopping, the scarlet whip struck Feng Yunhong's body like a storm.
Under the effect of Tyrant's Fist, the wailing sounds around the latter became louder and louder, and some parts of his body even became distorted.
"You think you've won?"
Realizing that his mental and physical chaos was irreversible, Feng Yunhong let out a hoarse roar.
The next moment, he actually dropped the halberd and reached out to grab Fu Qian's neck.
This chapter has been completed!