Chapter 1670 1671 Fatty's Hengxin

"Shengwei, God is coming!" After speaking, the Holy Master raised his palm violently, and then slashed in the air.

A huge thunder column flew down from above the nine heavens with endless heavenly power, penetrated the void, and fell towards Feng Qingyu.

"Old man, you really want to fight with me!" Feng Qingyu scolded, and slapped it again.

There was a loud "Boom", and the huge thunder column burst open in mid-air, and ten thousand blue electric snakes flew out and disappeared into the endless void.

This time, the Holy Master was finally shaken back three steps, but Feng Qingyu took seven or eight steps back again and again, barely able to stabilize her figure.

Speaking of which, such strength is already terrifying enough. Looking at the entire continent, there are not too many people who can match him, but unfortunately, he is still one step behind the Holy Master.

The Holy Master didn't give him a chance to breathe at all. With a wave of his palm, another thunder pillar pierced through the void and smashed down towards Feng Qingyu.

"Old man, you're not done yet, do you really think that Fatty Feng is easy to bully?" Feng Qingyu roared angrily, and slapped it out again.

There was a loud roar, the electric snake flew, and the thunder pillar was broken again. This time, the Holy Master retreated a few feet, but Feng Qingyu rolled like a meat ball and flew out a dozen feet.

"Ah, I fought with you!" Feng Qingyu had never suffered such a big loss in her life, and was completely aroused by her anger. Before the Holy Master could make a move, she rushed forward.

"Boom..." The thunder pillars fell one after another, and Feng Qingyu rushed to the Holy Master again and again, but was knocked back and forth again and again.

I don't know when it started, blood had leaked from his mouth, nose and ears, even his eyes became blood red, and his sword robe was also mottled with blood, but he still rushed towards the Holy Master again and again.

The Holy Master's face also turned pale, and there were also traces of blood on the corners of his mouth. It seemed that he was not seriously injured, but it was still much easier than Feng Qingyu.

Seeing Feng Qingyu's almost mad stalking, and the blood stains all over her body, everyone was moved.

"Senior Feng!" Mu Hanyan felt a pain in his heart, and his voice trembled slightly.

Although they have been reluctant to worship Feng Qingyu as their teacher, in fact, they have long been masters and apprentices, but they are just worried about his character. At this time, seeing him fighting to the death with the Holy Master for himself, how could Mu Hanyan not be moved.

"Don't worry, baby apprentice, he can't be used as a teacher just because of his strength, but it's just a little skin injury. Just wait and see if I drag him to death." Feng Qingyu wiped her mouth, still a pair of Carefree look.

As if to prove that he was not seriously injured and had the capital to drag the Holy Master to death, he also patted the fat on his chest.

"Hmph, shameless!" The Holy Master sneered disdainfully.

"Shengwei, God is coming!" With a wave of the palm, another pillar of thunder smashed down towards Feng Qingyu.

Feng Qingyu's repeated entanglements made him a little impatient. The power of this thunder column was obviously much greater than before, apparently trying to decide the outcome with one move.

However, Feng Qingyu didn't realize it, as before, rushing towards him regardless.

However, just as he rushed into the thunder column, he suddenly shouted: "Heaven and earth, seal the devil!"

An invisible enchantment shrouded the body of the Holy Lord. It was different from the last time when he was discussing with Mu Hanyan and the others. This time, the power of the barrier was much stronger, and even the Holy Master's figure suddenly froze.

Of course, it's just a stagnation. It is absolutely impossible to restrain the Holy Master with this enchantment. The Holy Master divided his hands, and the enchantment that sealed the demons was loosened that day.

But at the same time, a dazzling white light suddenly erupted from Feng Qingyu's body, like the noon sun, piercing people's eyes, a huge force like a volcanic tsunami, also from his It exploded violently.

"No, I've been fooled!" The Holy Master's heart sank, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but unfortunately it was too late.

In an instant, he was overwhelmed by this power. With his strength, he had a chance to avoid it, but he lost his only chance after being delayed for a moment by the enchantment that sealed the devil on that day.

"Boom..." The thunder still rang in the ears, but under the dazzling light, no one could see what happened. Trembling violently.

Finally, the light dissipated, and the figures of Feng Qingyu and the Holy Master appeared in front of him again.

At this time, Feng Qingyu was wearing ragged clothes and hair, and the fleshy figure was completely small, and the body was covered with scars. Every wound was bloody, like being hit by a boulder thrown by a trebuchet, and It's not just smashing it once, but smashing it back and forth, back and forth, left and right.

Looking at the shocking scars, everyone knows that he is a trauma left by his self-explosive energy.

The sword robe of the Holy Master was also blown to pieces, and his body was dripping with blood. Maybe the situation was slightly better than Feng Qingyu, but he was also seriously injured.

"Hehe, old guy, now you know how powerful I am, Fatty Feng." Fatty said with a smug smile while spitting out blood.

"You, what a ruthless means!" The Holy Master said through gritted teeth.

It wasn't until now that he realized that Feng Qingyu's embarrassment was probably faked when he fought before, in order to make him paralyzed and lose his guard. And he really hit the mark, but he moved a little slower under the enchantment that sealed the demon that day, and he ended up like this.

However, Feng Qingyu's self-destruction of strength, the price to pay is even greater, and it is likely to hurt the foundation. For ordinary cultivators, talent and diligence are the most important, but if they can cultivate to their realm, talent and diligence are not the most important thing. The most important thing is chance. Talent, no matter how diligent, it is impossible for them to have such strength.

It is precisely because their strength is so hard to come by that they cherish feathers more than ordinary people, and they will never take risks with their cultivation bases easily, and they will never take risks with their cultivation foundations.

The Holy Master never expected that Feng Qingyu would have such ruthless strength, not to mention that his self-exploding strength was seriously injured and his strength was greatly damaged, and he didn't even care about the foundation of his cultivation.

"If you're not cruel, how can it hurt you, cough, cough." Feng Qingyu smiled smugly, and coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Old guy, now we are all seriously injured, do we want to fight again?" Then, Feng Qingyu said provocatively.

I have to say that in addition to being wretched, this fat man also has a major characteristic, that is, arrogance, even if he is seriously injured.

"Do you really think that you can really stop me if you don't want to cultivate?" The Holy Master straightened up and said slowly.