The man with the broken arm had never felt such fear.
For the first time in his life, he felt that someone's voice would slow down several times in his mind.
He saw that the body of the colorful blood tiger had already fluttered out, but Qingyang's body quickly landed on the ground despite being well prepared.
And when the man with the broken arm turned around and looked at the second-level Yuanling.
He saw that the powerful elemental force had stretched the elemental force to the point where special cracks appeared.
Then it exploded under his horrified eyes!
This is a second-level Yuanling, much more powerful than the iron sword Qingyang used against Qian Xiaowen at the beginning.
It was just a not very loud self-destruction sound.
The upper body of this man with a broken arm had been blown to pieces, and his appearance was completely gone.
As for the colorful blood tiger, Qingyang did not regard it as a threat. After all, it was just a magical beast with limited intelligence.
Even if the monsters of the same level are the strongest, they are still fighting head-on and rely on brute force.
But Qingyang doesn't intend to fight the opponent head-on.
After dealing with the colorful blood tiger for a while, he directly used his martial arts to repel it, hoping to make this monster retreat.
But Qingyang still didn't expect that this monster was raised by humans after all.
After witnessing the death of the man with a broken arm, he had lost all his last sanity and had no intention of retreating despite the difficulties.
So Qingyang had no choice but to kill this beast.
This monster has rough skin and thick flesh, and Qingyang's weak third-level Yuan Power can't hurt it at all. The most it can do is push it away with brute force, and there is really nothing that can be done about it for a while.
The Colorful Blood Tiger also knew its combat advantage, and did not distance itself from Qingyang at all. Instead, it kept rushing forward, forcing Qingyang to fight head-on.
As a result, Qingyang's battle fell into a passive situation.
Warcraft is not a human being. Once a flaw is exposed, it can choose to kill it with one strike.
But the defense power of Warcraft is beyond comparison with humans.
Even though Qingyang self-destructed the dwarf man's second-level spirit, he did not cause any harm to the colorful blood tiger.
The battle ended in a stalemate.
But Qingyang couldn't afford to waste time.
Now Yifeng's life and death are unknown, and according to the eldest brother of the Ten Friends of Mengshan, it seems that the entire village is here.
Qingyang has always told himself that he is not a good person.
But now that something that is obviously against the will of heaven is happening before our eyes, Qingyang must save it.
Because the nature of this matter has changed now.
From saving Yi Feng at the beginning, it turned into saving the village.
Time waits for no one, Qingyang can only take the wrong approach when faced with this extremely difficult and colorful blood tiger!
He didn't speak, even though he knew that the monsters couldn't understand his language.
But he can express his contempt through actions.
I saw Qingyang coming to Lao Jiu, the Ten Friends of Mengshan, bending down and snatching the long sword from his hand, and finally kicked the corpse very roughly, causing the blood to flow in the wind.
The scene was very ugly.
Qingyang's blasphemous behavior obviously angered the colorful blood tiger.
I saw a tiger roar, containing endless hatred, the tiger's claws glowed with dark blue light, and he actually activated his natal magical power!
Qingyang looked at all this, then raised his right hand holding the long sword slightly, and the energy fluctuations suddenly occurred! He actually blocked the attack of the colorful blood tiger with the help of the third-level Yuanling!
But this is not the end!
The long sword Qingyang snatched from Mengshan Ten Friends Laojiu actually stabbed into the mouth of the colorful blood tiger, and then he heard Qingyang's quiet roar: "Thunder Ling."
In a dark and deep cave.
Yi Feng stood up with difficulty, and then felt that his head was very dizzy, as if he had been drunk by someone.
"Tsk, I didn't drink either yesterday. Where is this place?"
Yi Feng reluctantly stood up, and then began to observe the place from left to right.
Although Yifeng is usually very nervous, it is obvious that this situation cannot be solved with his usual nerves.
The thick smell of blood around him gradually awakened Yifeng's originally dizzy brain.
"Ugh~~~~What's sticky?"
Yi Feng didn't know what he stepped on, and he tripped.
But the moment he fell to the ground, his hand seemed to come into contact with something. It was a soft, sticky and disgusting thing.
Moreover, the strong smell of blood also made Yi Feng feel a strong sense of uneasiness.
The light in the cave was very limited. Yi Feng picked up the strange thing and sniffed it gently. Apart from the strong smell of blood, there seemed to be no other smell.
Yi Feng seemed to be in a lake of water now. He felt that his body was wet and very sticky.
The feeling of the clothes against his skin made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Haha, are you awake? My guest."
While Yi Feng was still walking confusedly in the lake, a slightly familiar voice came into his ears.
This made Yi Feng subconsciously look towards a high platform.
This high platform did not exist before. I don’t know when it was opened, and it has a faint light.
Although the light was not very dazzling, there was a person standing there, someone whom Yi Feng was somewhat familiar with.
At this moment, Yi Feng finally understood. His eyes changed. Instead of the playful smile at the beginning, his face was full of solemnity.
As the light became brighter and brighter, Yi Feng slowly saw clearly the face of the person who spoke, it was the old hunter!
Yi Feng looked at the old man coldly, feeling unusually surprised and panicked in his heart, but he still looked calm on the surface: "I am a disciple of the Cang Yue Sect, do you think the Cang Yue Sect will not pursue it if you do such a thing?
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Facing Yifeng's question, the old man just nodded lightly, and then stroked his goatee: "Are you teaching me how to do things? Junior? Instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry about yourself."
After the old man finished speaking, the sunlight on the high platform gradually became stronger.
Yi Feng looked up and saw the windy and snowy sky and the red walls!
"Red walls!?"
"Watch! This great moment! This devil from the depths! I am willing to give my soul in exchange for power! I am willing to watch the devil come!"
Suddenly, the old man's voice became extremely high-pitched.
And beside him, five more people walked out of nowhere.
The expressions of these five people were extremely pious, as if they were silently reciting some strange scripture.
But as the light gradually shone in front of Yi Feng.
His pupils gradually dilated, and an inner fear crept into his heart!
It was an indescribable scene of purgatory!
What kind of lake was he in? It was a sea of blood mixed with flesh and blood!
"Ah!!! Well...!!!"
Yi Feng wanted to speak, but something seemed to have strangled his throat. His eyes were full of fear, as if he had seen something unspeakably terrifying.
But in fact, he was the only one standing sluggishly on the sea of blood. Then under the old man's gaze, a strange smile appeared, and he slowly sank into the sea of blood on his own.