Tiger and wind?

Hearing this name, Song Renjia was shocked.

This is Hu Changfeng who has been sending tiger demons to chase him.

"Song Renjia, come out and compete with me!" Hu Changfeng roared and challenged Song Renjia.

"You want to be shameless? You, a demon king who is about to overcome the calamity and become an immortal, challenge me with a small golden elixir?" Song Renjia stood on the deck and shouted.

When it's time to give in, you have to give in.

"You are as timid as a mouse, how can you be worthy of Fairy Wing?" Hu Chengfeng snorted coldly and pressed his fingers hard, only to hear the creaking sound of the brass flying boat.

The top of the sturdy flying boat was unexpectedly scratched into five small holes by Hu Changfeng.

Song Renjia was aware of the sturdiness of the brass flying boat. Song Renjia was very interested in Hu Changfeng being able to achieve this with his finger strength.

After all, his ten fingers have been fused with ten sturdy Bu Zhou Fei Swords, which are also extraordinary.

If Song Renjia hadn't felt that his cultivation was too low, he would have really wanted to compete with Hu Changfeng in terms of finger strength.

"Hu Changfeng, the young master is the person chosen by Sister Yi, do you dare to hurt him?!" Qing Que asked in mid-air, holding a long sword.

"Not only do I want to hurt him, but I also want to kill him! Are there any good things from the lackeys of heaven?" Hu Changfeng snorted coldly, grabbed the airship with one hand, and swung it hard, and actually swung the more than ten meter airship towards the ground.

go!

"Fuck!" Song Renjia exclaimed, and hurriedly ran to the rudder of the ship, struggling to adjust the direction. After several adjustments, the airship flew past the ground and flew into the air again.

"He is really a manly man." Zhang Lingyue appeared beside Song Renjia, looked at Hu Changfeng in the sky, and licked her lips, "His soul must be fragile."

Song Renjia was speechless and said to Zhang Lingyue: "Sister Lingyue, I have to trouble you to send him away."

"But what good does it do me? You don't commit yourself to me." Zhang Lingyue smiled mischievously.

Song Renjia: "..."

How long had it been since Zhang Lingyue still had the desire to tease him...

But it's no wonder that Zhang Lingyue's avatar is a golden immortal, while Hu Changfeng is not even a true immortal, so she naturally doesn't need to be nervous.

Thinking of Zhang Lingyue's support behind him, Song Renjia felt a little at ease. Light wings appeared behind him, flew out of the brass flying boat, and faced Hu Changfeng face to face.

"Hu Changfeng, you want to kill me, is it the intention of Demon Master Kunpeng, or are you jealous?" Song Renjia asked.

"You alone deserve the attention of the demon master?" Hu Changfeng glanced at Song Renjia disdainfully, "You still want me to be jealous? You don't have the qualifications, I can crush you to death with one finger."

"Hu Changfeng, do you want to die?" In mid-air, Qingque's long sword pointed at Hu Changfeng and asked sternly.

"Why, let a woman stand in front of you?" Hu Changfeng raised his head slightly, his eyes full of disdain.

"What you rely on is that you have practiced longer than me and your cultivation level is higher than mine. If we were in the same realm, I could beat ten of you." Song Renjia said. He wanted to use the provoking method to make Hu Changfeng fight him.

Fighting for the same realm.

"So what? A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. My realm and strength are the result of my hard work and hardships. This is my pride. I can use it whenever I want. And you, you are the only one who can rely on me.

It’s something that hugs other people’s thighs and climbs up!” Hu Changfeng’s mouth felt like it was poisoned, and every word hurt his heart.

Song Renjia felt angry in his heart after hearing what he said. He seemed to regard himself as a villain who is smart and clings to the crowd. But one thing Hu Changfeng said was right. It was something that people had worked hard to cultivate.

Why should I give up my advantage to fight against you?

Song Renjia's method of stimulating generals failed. He rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think you are the only one who has experienced hard training and the suffering of life and death? What a joke!"

"I got my opportunities by myself. You don't have the ability to get them. Do you think you can't get the grapes here and say sour grapes?"

Song Renjia secretly clasped the ancient sword talisman in his hand and said: "Since you want to bully the small, don't blame me for using your trump card. I can also tell you clearly that I got this trump card after going through a life and death crisis."

"Interesting." Hu Changfeng sneered, "I want to see how you hurt me?"

A tiger head chisel appeared in Hu Changfeng's hand, and his whole body exuded the aura of a ferocious beast.

He kicked his feet in the air, an explosion sounded in the air, and his body rushed towards Song Renjia like a cannonball.

The wings behind his back vibrated and he quickly retreated. However, the gap between the two people's cultivation levels was still a bit big. Even if Song Renjia had the wings of Tianpeng, he could not open the distance between him and Hu Changfeng by using the wings of hanging sky. Instead, he was still beaten by Hu Changfeng.

The long wind is getting closer little by little.

Song Renjia's face was solemn and he began to inject spiritual power into the sword talisman in his hand.

A desolate aura gradually emanated from Song Renjia's hands. Hu Changfeng, who was chasing Song Renjia, was shocked and couldn't help but slow down.

This aura made Hu Changfeng feel frightened. Years of combat experience and intuition told him that the thing in Song Renjia's hand was not simple and might kill him.

Hu Changfeng's eyes were sharp, he was not going to back down. He suddenly let out a fiery breath in mid-air.

This breath condensed in mid-air without dissipating, and gradually deformed, finally turning into the shape of a tiger and a wind.

"Clone technique?" Song Renjia was startled, and the sword talisman in his hand shook.

If it were a clone technique, it would not be easy for Song Renjia's sword talisman to hit Hu Changfeng's body. After all, he only had one sword talisman.

But within a few seconds, Song Renjia calmed down, and realized that the tiger-shaped wind formed by his breath was a bit illusory, and there was no movement, but a strong aura of tiger-shaped wind.

"This should be some kind of imaging spell, trying to confuse my sight?" Song Renjia guessed.

The image spell is several levels worse than the detachment spell, because the image itself does not have much ability to act independently, and generally does not have the ability to attack.

Song Renjia's guess was correct. The image created by Hu Changfeng was indeed to confuse Song Renjia. He sprayed black energy balls outwards one after another. The energy balls were not directed at Song Renjia, and they would not explode. One by one, they were spraying out.

It squirmed in mid-air and turned into various tiger and wind shapes.

Hu Changfeng's figure flashed and merged with one of the many images.

Song Renjia's face was solemn, and he did not dare to use the ancient sword talisman in his hand easily. He summoned the golden feather armor on his body and quickly retreated.

Roar!

A black light wave suddenly erupted from the image of Hu Changfeng on the left side of Song Renjia, and directly attacked Song Renjia.

Song Renjia was startled, his body moved rapidly, and the black beam of light passed by the tip of his nose.

He broke out into a cold sweat and immediately erected a flame barrier in front of him.

Amid the influence of many Hu Changfeng, a figure shuttled back and forth. Song Renjia could not grasp where Hu Changfeng stayed in the image.

His eyes were sharp, he stretched out his five fingers, and the five flying swords turned into white light and came out from his fingers, stabbing towards the images of tigers and winds one after another.

when!

An irregular flying sword pierced Hu Changfeng's armor, but it had no effect on Hu Changfeng. His figure still shuttled back and forth among the many images.

Even though Buzhou Feijian was of high quality, Song Renjia's cultivation level was still too low, and even if it hit Hu Changfeng, it would not be able to cause damage to him.

If Song Renjia only relied on himself, he would have too few things to rely on. This would have been an extremely unfair battle.

"I'm still too weak." Song Renjia sighed. He raised his head and looked at the sky, where there were also a few streaks of tiger wind.

"Don't blame me for hiring foreign aid in other ways." Song Renjia took a deep breath and made a hand gesture with one hand.

"I sincerely invite the Great God of Santan Haihui to subjugate demons with his divine power!"
Chapter completed!