Chapter 50 Crazy

There is still a high distance from the ground, but it is no longer a problem for Fu Qian.

Jumping down from above quietly, Fu Qian 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 the arrival of the opponent.

At this distance, the wailing sounds were very clear, and Feng Yunhong's blurred face could even be seen.

Each one has a ferocious expression, seeming to be in great pain.

Feng Yunhong didn't respond, so Fu Qian just watched quietly, not missing any detail.

From this situation, coupled with the strange patterns around it, it can be basically inferred 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!"

Fu Qian 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."

Can I not know this? He sighed before paying.

Based on previous dealings with him, it can be inferred 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 the secret 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 take a 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 death-seeking behavior, he showed no mercy and decided to fight quickly.

Feng Yunhong's halberd technique was proficient, and he had a level gap, so he 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.

hidden weapon? Feng Yunhong was startled. 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 smiled and stepped forward to fight hand to hand again.

From the beginning, he was not prepared 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. Attacking him at this time was purely an act of seeking death.

But Fu Qian was very sure that the twenty-six heads with residual blood 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 made me excited.

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 wounds after wounds on his opponent.

It's shameful that this guy is obviously very tenacious, and even though he was covered in wounds, he never fell down. There's not even a noticeable drop in speed.

At the same time, Feng Yunhong had been whipped more than a dozen times.

Every time the whip was applied, the mania in his heart became stronger. Now his violent emotions were getting stronger and stronger, and even his moves began 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 it was obviously affected by manic emotions, and the state was quite unstable.

No more delay!

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 severed by Qi Gen, 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 said 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, I have no vital points now.

A new head appeared quickly, and without stopping, Fu Qian's scarlet whip struck Feng Yunhong's body like a storm.

Under the effect of the 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.