Sorcerer

Finally came to the door.

It was Feng Qingxu standing at the door.

Wu Maxi looked at him, their gazes intertwined in the darkness concealed by the solitary lamp, full of murderous intent.Feng Qingxu in front of him had a hideous face, as if he wanted to tear Wu Maxi apart.

Wumaxi was secretly on guard, ready to deal with it at any time.

Feng Qingxu suddenly jumped up like a wolf, and rushed towards Wumaxi.

As soon as the artistic conception came out, the room seemed to suddenly become a wild and bloody Colosseum, and the cruel and violent aura around it squeezed on the skin, giving people the illusion of exploding hair.The violent rise of the wolf is inspired by the pounce of the master-level beast, the wolf. Feng Qingxu's artistic conception is well performed in form and spirit, and the breath of the beast is turbulent.

Wumaxi's nerves were stretched to the extreme by his sprint, and all the cells in his body seemed to be jumping up for the battle. With a slight movement of the corpse-repelling curse, he saw the rune-patterned leopard on the ground jump up diagonally, towards Fengqing Xu. Pounce away.

Feng Qingxu's muscles instantly curled up, and his thin body rushed forward in an incomparably harmonious posture. He swung his right fist with force from the ground. It seems that they all vented out with this punch, like a river bursting a bank, unstoppable.

The wolves and leopards fought each other, and the rune pattern leopard was instantly sent flying, and Feng Qingxu's artistic conception was also scattered.

Feng Qingxu hit too hard, he came with hatred and power, and when he punched down, his domineering aura exploded instantly, which almost made Wumaxi feel a chill in his heart.Wu Maxi knew very well that her will must not be taken away at this time, otherwise, the speed of artistic conception weaving would definitely drop greatly, just like the four members of the Ross regiment who were forcibly killed by her, died extremely aggrieved.

He suddenly gritted his teeth and stared, weaving into a small Fengshen spell in an instant, and heading towards Fengqing Xuzhong.The small Fengshen technique has always been known for its secrets, but Wu Maxi's, under pressure, suddenly has a bit of violence.

The Xiaofengshenshu blocked Fengqingxu's consciousness void, forcibly pulled back the few branches of mind that Fengqingxu had just poked out, and locked it firmly like a prison.

Fengqing's Xu Yi branches were like whips, twenty of them took turns whipping, smashing the little Fengshen Art to pieces in an instant.Immediately after the footsteps rushed forward, eighteen branches of meaning came out, turning and interspersing like lightning, and began to weave the artistic conception of the three points of the black crane.

He must not be allowed to weave the artistic conception well.Wu Maxi instantly wove a spiral cone and stabbed it, colliding with Feng Qingxu's black crane at three points.

"Buzz!"

The fluctuations of artistic conception friction are weird and sharp, and it seems to be felt in the void, and sparks fly when two artistic conceptions collide.

The spiral cone was wiped out, but Xuanhe's three points were damaged but not broken.Taking advantage of this damaged artistic conception, Feng Qingxu pecked with his right hand and rushed forward. His whole body was like a flying black crane, and the outstretched right hand was the beak of the crane.

The crane's beak tapped out three times on Wumaxi's chest in an instant, and hit Wumaxi's three acupoints clearly.

The taste of the three points is different, the first point is like being pricked by a needle, the second point is like being stabbed by a knife, and the third point is like being hit by a hammer.

Wu Maxi was hit by these three points in a row, and was immediately sent flying.When he landed on the ground, the strength in his body had been blocked by these three points, and even raising his arms seemed to be a luxury.

Wu Maxi released all seven poisonous cone bees from the storage bag, and cast a curse to drive one of the pink poisonous cone bees to flap its wings and fly, drawing an arc to attack Feng Qingxu .

Fengqing Xu flexed his fingers like a lotus flower, and with a flick of lightning, he shattered the poisonous cone wasp. Then he flicked forward and pressed his left hand on top of Wumaxi's head, and a small stinging sting passed over immediately.

As soon as Little Jingzhe entered Wumaxi's body, it erupted immediately. In an instant, countless lightning bolts exploded in the body, and Wumaxi felt dizzy in his head, and his consciousness completely became chaotic.

Feng Qingxu flicked the five fingers of his right hand continuously, and tapped dozens of places on Wumaxi's body.

This technique is called the 27-acupuncture sealing hand, which continuously invades 27 acupoints in the enemy's body through spiritual power, and locks the enemy's will.This is a commonly used sealing method in the world of realm cultivation. Although it is not as stable as sealing the environment, it is more convenient.However, in this technique, the spiritual power must reach a certain level before it can be released, and the clicks on the 27 acupoints must be accurate in terms of strength and angle, otherwise it will be useless.

As soon as Wumaxi's consciousness calmed down, she was about to stretch out her mind branches to weave a whirlwind, but Feng Qingxu's last finger had already been tapped, and Wumaxi's dozen or so mind branches were locked firmly in an instant, without any trace. Unable to move, unable to convey the spiritual power, the will soon dissipated.

The body could not move, and even the artistic conception was completely blocked. Wu Maxi knew that she had completely lost the initiative. She glanced at Feng Qingxu, closed her eyes, and her mind began to spin wildly, looking for a way to escape, and soon came up with a plan .

"Want to know how your nephew died?" Wu Maxi stared closely at Feng Yuanzhang, "I was only a second-rank scholar half a year ago, do you think I can kill your nephew by myself?"

Feng Qingxu stared at him closely, his eyes resentful like a poisonous snake: "Do you have an accomplice?"

Wu Maxi was not moved by his eyes and question, she sneered, closed her eyes again and did not speak.He is asking for conditions, it depends on how Feng Qingxu reacts.Of course, he also knew that it was impossible to want to be let go, it was nothing more than procrastinating and waiting for changes.

"Do you think I can't do anything about you?" Feng Qingxu's voice was cold and cruel, "You should have heard of Iron Tree Hell?"

Iron tree hell!

When Wu Maxi heard this name, her body couldn't help trembling.He hadn't heard of this name half a year ago, but in the past six months of study, the ominous name of this artistic conception has been heard all over the place.

During the most prosperous period of the Great Xia Dynasty, under the command of the great emperor Jian Shuangcheng, there was a witch curse Jingzong named Gou Ze who specialized in torture to extort confessions.This person once created a set of torture curses, called the Eighteen Hells, which Jian Shuangcheng called a thousand-year-old bone-eviscending work, which means that no matter how hard the bones are, they will become soft eggs without bones after being cursed.

Most of the Eighteen Hells have been lost during the strife of imperial power in the past dynasties, and only three or four of them have been handed down, and Iron Tree Hell is one of them.

Wu Maxi immediately settled down, and said expressionlessly: "I want to try."

Feng Qingxu snorted coldly, and stopped talking nonsense, Yi Zhi immediately mobilized, and in the blink of an eye, a sapling was woven into shape, planted in Wumaxi's body, and quickly began to grow.

pain!

The pain seemed to rush into Wu Maxi's every nerve and every tactile node in an instant.

The sapling grew from the flesh, its branches and leaves grew rapidly, and each branch and leaf was cut along the veins of the nerves.

From the brain to the spine, it seems to be pierced by pain.Wu Maxi's mind went blank, her consciousness seemed to be emptied by the pain, her face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out from all parts of her body in an instant.

After a long time, Wu Maxi's consciousness finally came together. The pain had disappeared, but her body was still trembling violently.

Feng Qingxu sneered and said, "How do you feel, is life better than death?"

Wumaxi gasped for breath for a long time, and came forward fiercely and stubbornly: "At least I'm still alive, but your nephew is already dead." The sequelae of pain made his voice tremble violently.

"Hmph, I don't know how to live or die!" As soon as Feng Qingxu finished speaking, an iron tree hell was planted on Wumaxi.

Pain instantly filled every nerve in Wu Maxi, causing his whole body to tremble involuntarily.He stared closely at Feng Qingxu's face, his eyes were full of beastliness and ferocity, even with a hint of sarcasm.

Feng Qingxu looked into his eyes, and his eyes unconsciously became as alert as a beast.Looking at the light in those eyes, what kind of young man should this be?Under the Iron Tree Hell, to be able to have such eyes, how fierce should this young man be?

The divine light in those eyes gradually scattered, and it was obvious that he had lost consciousness.But in the pupils, the ferocity and sharpness are still as sharp as a wild beast coming out of the cage.

The young man must be killed.

Feng Qingxu looked into those eyes, and the thought in his mind became clearer and clearer. This young man is a poisonous snake.

When you hit a snake, you must kill it, and you must not give it a chance to fight back.This person's eyes are still as sharp as a knife even when his consciousness is slackened. Once he is released from the cage, he will definitely be a person who will overwhelm the world.

Fengqing promised to disperse the iron tree hell.After a while, Wumaxi recovered, looked at Feng Qingxu coldly, and did not speak.

Feng Qingxu stared into his eyes without hesitation, and said, "I'll give you one last chance."

He made a murderous move.

Wu Maxi was keenly aware of the changes in Feng Qingxu.The change in Feng Qingxu's Qi mechanism instantly calmed down Wu Maxi's mind, which was a little crazy because of the pain.Dying like this was never what he wanted.He stared at Fengqing Xu without speaking, and began to think of countermeasures in his mind.

"You haven't seen your nephew for three years? Do you still think he's cute and kind?" Wu Maxi looked at Feng Qingxu and suddenly brought up this topic.

Feng Qingxu stared at him without speaking, and the movement of weaving the artistic conception slowed down a little.

Wu Maxi struggled to sit up. After such a long period of tossing, the restraints of Xuanhe's three points and the 27th point of sealing the mirror hand have faded a lot, her body and mind are very weak, but she can move after all.

"Your nephew, when I met half a year ago, was a hooligan, villain, bully and fear of evil, greedy for life and fear of death, ruthless, and liked to disguise himself as a woman." Wu Maxi leaned against the wall, slowly And Tan, "Do you know what it was like when I first met him?"

Feng Qingxu was stimulated by his words, stared at him fiercely, and did not speak.

Wumaxi said slowly: "It was the night before I left the city for the first time, and it was also the end of the month. There was no moon in the sky, only many stars. It was near Dongshi that day, and the night was very dark..."

"Enough!" Feng Qingxu interrupted Wu Maxi's nonsense, "Are you trying to procrastinate and wait for that old bastard Taiyin to come and save you? Unfortunately, I won't give you this chance."

It's a pity in Wu Maxi's heart, he really came up with this idea.No matter how you say Feng Qingxu is also a high-level realm teacher, it is indeed a bit unrealistic to escape from him with his own strength.

Wu Maxi sneered and said, "You don't dare to listen to the scandal of your own family!"

Feng Qingxu ignored him and was about to start weaving the artistic conception.

Wu Maxi was also making his own plans, with his left hand reaching into the shaft of his boot, holding his own short blade, and Yi Zhi was also fumbling in the void of consciousness. After this period of rest, he might have a near-death moment. ability to fight.

Feng Qingxu didn't care about his actions at all. In his eyes, it was easy for a sixth-level scholar to rub into any shape he wanted.He weaved the artistic conception leisurely, and soon a Stormclaw artistic conception was completed. On the five fingers of his right hand, there was a faint metallic luster, and the nails were as sharp as hooks.

He was about to poke his claws towards Wumaxi's head when a boundary-breaking spell suddenly struck from outside the door, instantly shattering the Storm Claw's conception.Wu Maxi seized this opportunity, and as soon as she recited the curse, the rune leopard lying on the side jumped up like lightning, knocking Feng Qingxu away.Wu Maxi quickly stepped onto the leopard and flew out towards the door.

As soon as Fengqing Xu just landed, when he looked back, he only saw the leopard's tail flashing past the door, and quickly chased out the door, but the night was thick outside the door, and the person and the leopard slipped into the night, and they disappeared long ago.

Feng Qingxu yelled at the night sky: "Taiyin, you bastard, don't think I don't know it's you if you hide..."