Sneaking up to the sky on a red-armored red spider with red sleeves, Qin Feng silently looked at the bombarding figures in the clouds.

The power of the eighth-level warrior is far more powerful than imagined.

Yan Wushuang, who swallowed the thunder pigeon soup dumplings, was extremely brave, and the sky was thunderous with every punch.

Even Yan Tiangang and another old man wearing a dragon robe did not dare to face the enemy head on.

Carefully examining the old man in dragon robe, Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and motioned to Hongxiu to stay away further. Presumably, the old man in dragon robe was the eighth-level strong man from the neighboring country.

Hongxiu signaled, and tiptoed Qin Feng to a thick cloud to hide.

Butterfly peeked out its head and looked at Qin Feng, "Brother Feng, why don't we release the ancient giant crocodile and directly destroy those two eighth-level experts?"

"What are you waiting for? This is called caution."

Gently pinching Little Butterfly's cheek, Qin Feng's eyes glowed with golden light and he continued to observe the battlefield.

It is not easy for everyone in the Soul Prison Alliance to survive.

Just like the prison general in the Black Stone Prison, he directly relied on the secret method of the soul to upgrade his new body to the seventh level under his own words.

It's very scary.

This is performed when the opponent's soul is incomplete and weak.

There is also the seventh-level early-stage scholar who was killed by his sneak attack, but the opponent was able to affect his mind.

Maybe the Second Presbyterian Church occupying Yan Tiangang's body has more secret methods.

Although the ancient giant crocodile is powerful, its pursuit speed is very slow.

What if the trump card is exposed in advance to scare the enemy and the other party just runs away?

Either wait for the opportunity to move, or find the right moment to kill with one strike.

Be cautious.

That's right.

Staring closely at the sky, Qin Feng's eyes gradually fell on the old man in dragon robe.

I don't know why, but I always feel like the other person is being lazy.

Yan Tiangang was firing towards death, and various martial arts roared continuously. The old man in the dragon robe took the opportunity to fish, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Yan Wushuang's vital points.

Reaching out and pinching Hongxiu's waist, Qin Feng said softly, "Do you know the old man in the dragon robe?"

"Um…"

Hongxiu looked thoughtful, and then patted her head, "I think I heard my godfather say that he is from neighboring Menghe."

Hearing this, Qin Feng nodded and continued to ask, "Does your godfather have any friendship with this Meng He?"

"Probably not."

"If I had, I wouldn't have fought against my godfather with that old man Yan Tiangang."

Hongxiu's eyes were full of resentment, and her chest was rising and falling with anger.

Qin Feng took out a refreshing stick, put it in his mouth and lit it, "What about Yan Tiangang? What is his relationship with Meng He?"

"Not sure."

Qin Feng nodded and silently activated his ghost eyes again to look at the old man named Meng He.

A very normal person, nothing abnormal.

Not possessed?

After exhaling a breath of turbid fog, an idea emerged in my mind involuntarily.

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"Yan Tiangang, today either you die or I live."

Yan Wushuang fluttered his hair, waved his palms, and the rolling purple thunder turned into giant palm prints and hit the opposite side!

The thick clouds where the violent purple thunder palm print passed instantly turned into nothingness, and the roaring sound was like the roar of an angry dragon, shaking the entire Da Yan City faintly!

Yan Tiangang's eyes flashed with fear, and he quickly launched several martial arts skills to face the giant palm.

He could never figure out that Yan Wushuang could master thunder-attribute spiritual power.

Even if the thunder hits the sun, something might happen to this soul body if it is hit.

Is it because he swallowed the ninth-level spiritual plant Thunder Spirit Pearl Flower to master the thunder? Or is it for other reasons?

For a moment, he thought a lot.

I can't figure it out.

"Meng He! Use all your strength to kill Yan Wushuang with me! Think about the agreement between us!"

Yan Tiangang's voice was like a loud bell, and Meng He, who was fishing on one side, quickly rushed to Yan Tiangang's side, and his sleepy eyes suddenly brightened.

"Is this true?"

"really!"

"good!"

Meng He nodded, and a burst of ice-attribute spiritual power filled the sky, and countless clouds were instantly frozen into lumps of ice and fell below.

"Yan Tiangang, block for me for a moment, and watch me kill Yan Wushuang, the rebel, with this sword!"

Meng He's old voice was filled with urgency.

Subconsciously, Yan Tiangang took a step forward and continued to resist the bombardment of the crazy Yan Wushuang's various thunder-attribute martial arts.

At the eighth level, any low-level martial skill can cause great power.

Suddenly the sky was filled with thunder and flames, and bursts of thunder, wind, fire and rain began to fall.

When it rains heavily, it is the ants that suffer.

Countless civilians and warriors changed their expressions and hurriedly hid in nearby buildings. Even the warriors and soldiers who were fighting outside the city did the same, and they all used their strength to escape.

"Are you not feeling well yet, Meng He!"

Yan Tiangang frowned as he blasted out a fire lotus that was tens of feet tall and shattered the dense thunder gun.

"alright!"

Hearing Meng Hezhi's proud voice, Yan Tiangang relaxed his brows and smiled slowly.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp weapon penetrating flesh was heard.

An icy blue long sword sank into Yan Tiangang's back as easily as cutting tissue paper, and passed through his chest with ease.

"you!"

Staring at the bloody ice sword on his chest, Yan Tiangang's eyes were full of disbelief.

He turned around and kicked Yan Tiangang away with a whip kick. Meng He smiled sinisterly and came to the side of Yan Wushuang who looked calm.

He stabilized his body and drew out his long sword. Feeling the terrifying spiritual power of frost that was slowly freezing his blood meridians, Yan Tiangang quickly took out the elixir and threw it into his mouth, glaring at Meng He angrily.

"You betrayed me!"

With a smile, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his palms. Meng He's eyes showed helplessness, "This is wrong. There is no betrayal. You and I are just a cooperative and beneficial relationship."

"You gave me so little that I regretted collaborating with you in persecuting Brother Yan Wushuang."

"I gave less? Half the country's border is called underpaying?"

Yan Tiangang was immediately furious, and a wisp of frost-stained blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk."

"The national border is worthless to us. When little brother Yan Wushuang came to scold you today, he secretly promised to give me a longevity peach."

"You think so?"

Meng He patted Yan Wushuang seriously.

"I've sworn a demonic oath, are you still worried that I won't lie to you?"

"My son Yancheng once looked for the Sky-Swallowing Lotus to help me break through the realm, and on the way back I got a longevity peach."

Yan Wushuang sighed, and his eyes involuntarily fell below to avoid the crowd and look for Yan Cheng's figure.

Soon, he looked strange.

Immediately behind the blood dragon sat a heroic woman wielding a black halberd to fight!

The blood dragon horse will never let strangers ride on it, not even itself.

"Interesting, you two put on a good show."

"I won't pretend anymore."

"Meng He, how dare you betray me, you will die miserably."

The fear on Yan Tiangang's face disappeared, and a strange smile appeared instead.

Thick gray mist gradually enveloped his body, and dense Sanskrit words emerged like ants.

Click!

Crisp sounds came and went, and in just a few seconds, Yan Tiangang's realm directly broke through the middle of the eighth level and moved towards the high level.

Yan Wushuang and Meng He's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly began to use martial arts to attack Yan Tiangang.

"What a great opportunity! Master, please tear him apart, no, interrupt him from casting spells!"

A loud shout resounded through the sky, and Yan Tiangang was stunned for a moment. His face covered with dense Sanskrit words subconsciously looked towards the clouds not far away.

The voice is so familiar.
Chapter completed!