The difference is that the resentment of the charming spirits in this white mist seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and the hearts and souls of those Xuanyang realm warriors in the fierce battle have been greatly impacted.

But they did not stop killing. While resisting the impact of the evil spirit's resentment, they fought frantically with red eyes. The scene looked very chaotic.

Xi Jiangyuan and Lei Li were also greatly affected. Their fighting spirit power was no longer functioning properly, and they could only rely on force to fight.

Du Tianhe was able to relieve a lot of pressure. Yun Rufei lost the assistance of his fighting spirit power and his power was greatly reduced. Du Tianhe relied on the power of the heaven-level weapon to be able to sustain his force for a while.

But the person who suffers the most is probably Feng Hen.

Previously in the white mist, Ling Tianyu was like a ghost hiding in the darkness. Not even thunder and lightning could stop Ling Tianyu, let alone Feng Hen.

Unable to help, Feng Hen suddenly felt a little more fearful in his heart. Inexplicably, he felt afraid of a warrior whose cultivation level was lower than his own. He stared intently at the melting white mist around him and the soul-stirring cry.

, cold sweat began to break out on Feng Hen’s forehead.

This feeling is really depressing and uncomfortable.

"Boy! Get out! Get out!" Fenghen roared, but there was only the surging white mist and the blood-curdling screams around him, as if he was trapped in a cage.

"Are you anxious to die?" The evil voice struck my ears faintly.

"Go to hell!" Feng Hen turned around following the sound and stabbed with his sword.

However, this sword was only filled with white mist that melted like tentacles, and there was not even a human figure.

Crazy! Fenghen is simply crazy!

"Beast! You are playing with me! Get out of here if you have the guts! Fight to the death with me in an honest and fair manner!" Feng Hen cursed wildly, and the feeling of being played with between his buttocks made Feng Hen burst into anger.

In his anger, coupled with the resentment attack of the charming spirit, Feng Hen's mental willpower seemed to have reached the edge of collapse. After Ling Tianyu's provocation several times, Feng Hen actually danced his sword wildly like he had lost his mind.

"Come out! Get out!" Feng Hen roared incessantly.

Sudden!

Phew!~~

A ray of cold light whizzed over, completely based on precise calculations.

"Huh!?" Feng Hen looked stunned, and finally regained his sanity.

Unfortunately, Feng Hen was completely in despair. A bloody broken sword had passed through Feng Hen's dantian. There was a bright red blood in his belly, and his bloodshot eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

"Why don't you scream? Didn't you have a great time screaming just now? Why don't you scream now?" Ling Tianyu suddenly appeared, cold and evil, like the god of death in purgatory.

Feng Hen stared at Ling Tianyu, his eyes almost bulging out of his eyes.

"Then go to hell!" The residual blood sword in Ling Tianyu's hand was twisted. Fenghen's Dantian was like an overflowing river. The mysterious yin energy and blood essence in the body were lost crazily. The residual blood sword was like a terrifying bottomless pit, drawing out

All the power in Fenghen's body.

However, this power was not absorbed by Ling Tianyu and was completely integrated into the sword spirit.

"Ah!~~"

With a scream of pain and despair, Feng Hen's entire body quickly shriveled up.

Then, Feng Hen's dry body fell down hard.

Ling Tianyu scraped off all the items on Feng Hen's body, kicked Feng Hen's mummy away, followed the faintly flashing figure with his cold eyes, and said with a sinister smile: "Haha, here, I am the one
Chapter completed!