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With a scream of "Ah", Shi Feng jumped up again when he touched the ground.

It turned out that he had been wearing the Seven Fire Gourd Armor before, and was not afraid of the fierce waves.

However, after being poisoned, he took off the armor in a hurry. When he landed this time, his hands and feet were directly pressed on the red ground like a branding iron. His skin and flesh were immediately burnt and smelly, and his clothes were also on fire. He jumped up immediately in pain.

Shi Feng's eyes showed a ruthless look, and he suddenly took out a storage bag from his arms and pretended to throw it into the molten pool.

"Want to destroy the thunder stone?" Hei Yu had a flash of thought in his mind.

"Stop!" He teleported, pounced down, and reached out to grab the bag in Shi Feng's hand.

At this moment, an unexpected change happened again.

Shi Feng loosened his left hand and let the bag fall to the ground, and his right fist went out from under his left arm and hit it hard.

Hei Yu was afraid that the bag would fall to the ground and destroy the thunder stone, so he did not dare to dodge. He raised his right arm and blocked Shi Feng's punch.

"Bang!" Hei Yu felt his right arm hit by the iron pestle, and he cried out in pain.

He thought Shi Feng was a sword cultivator, and he was not to be feared because he lost his sword and was poisoned.

But he didn't know that the other party was also a body cultivator, proficient in boxing.

After Shi Feng inherited the heart seal of Master Daoyuan, the power of Feihua Fist suddenly increased by a large margin.

He had been preparing for this punch for a long time, and used 100% of his strength. Hei Yu felt that his right arm was almost broken, and the whole person was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.

Shi Feng succeeded in one punch and immediately rushed over.

"Double Winds Filling Ears", "Respecting the Tathagata", "Bodhi Enlightenment"... boxing skills fell like raindrops.

The two fought closely, rolling in the red ground, and more than a dozen moves passed in a blink of an eye.

Hei Yu was still calm at the beginning, thinking that Shi Feng would fight to the death before the poison took effect, and he would be fine if he blocked the opponent's last wave of attacks. And he had the fire-proof beads on him, so he was unharmed even if he stepped on the red ground.

However, after more than a dozen moves, Hei Yu suddenly found something wrong.

The opponent had just taken off his armor and fell on the hot rock ground, and was burned to pieces. But in these dozen moves, Shi Feng was on the ground, full of energy, and there was no sign of being burned at all!

The kid cheated! Hei Yu's heart sank, and his right arm was hit by Shi Feng's sneak attack, and he could hardly lift it.

And Shi Feng fought more and more fiercely, and his fists fell like heavy hammers and axes.

Hei Yu was suppressed and had no power to fight back, and had no time to use his feather spear.

Even, he had no time to worry about the two ghost generals.

Without Hei Yu's command, the skeleton's power decreased, and the bone knife was much slower, without the agility and ruthlessness just now.

Xiao Hei took the opportunity to turn defense into offense, and it didn't take long before a skeleton's bone knife was taken away.

But the skeleton didn't notice it at all, and still waved his fists to fight Xiao Hei.

"No!" Hei Yu thought to himself. If he continued like this, he would die here.

He took a deep breath, protected his face with his arms, and took two punches from Shi Feng. He stepped on his feet and flew up.

As long as he flew into the air, he would be able to deal with the opponent with his body speed.

However, he had just flown seven feet when he felt his calves tighten. Shi Feng had hugged his legs and pulled him down.

The two fell into a ball and wrestled on the red stone slab.

The two were almost face to face. Hei Yu realized that there was no blue-black color on the other's face, only red from the heat.

"How is it possible? Aren't you poisoned?" Hei Yu couldn't believe his eyes for a moment. He clearly saw the cold corpse powder on the bone knife stick to Shi Feng's armor and then climb up.

The blue-black color on Shi Feng's face was the symptom of the cold corpse powder.

Shi Feng sneered, "If I don't pretend to be poisoned, will you be fooled?"

Hei Yu panted repeatedly. He first attacked with his feather spear, and then urged two skeletons at the same time, consuming a lot of mana and consciousness.

In addition, Hei Yu practiced ghost and thunder magic, and close combat was not his forte. He had never hugged the enemy, fought, and thrown.

After more than a dozen moves, Hei Yu had been hit by several punches, and his nose and face were swollen.

Now, it was Hei Yu's turn to be in chaos. He struggled hard to break free, but Shi Feng was unwilling to let go and twisted Hei Yu's injured right arm tightly.

The two rolled and wrestled, and unknowingly moved closer to the molten pool in the middle.

At the bottom of the Red Valley, the molten pool was only ten feet square at first. After Changchun Zhenren died, no one took care of it. The molten pool continued to melt and erode the surrounding rocks, and the area became larger and larger.

Hei Yu glanced at the roiling magma in the pool, and his soul flew away for a while.

Although he had fire-proof beads on him, they could only avoid flames. If he was thrown into the molten lava, even a hundred fire-proof beads would be useless.

No! I must kill this kid today even if I lose a realm in cultivation.

Hei Yu roared wildly and struggled back, but Shi Feng twisted his right arm tightly and used force twice. "Crack" Hei Yu's right arm broke and was pulled off at the shoulder.

Blood spurted out for a while. Shi Feng didn't expect the other party to be so ruthless that he would break his body to break free.

Hei Yu's right arm was transformed from his right wing. After leaving the body, it immediately turned into a wing.

Shi Feng threw the wing and tried to pounce on it again. Hei Yu spent his right arm to get away. How could he let Shi Feng catch him? He retreated four feet in a flash.

Then he waved his left hand, and a feather spear stabbed him in the face. Shi Feng quickly dodged.

Hei Yu was attacked by Shi Feng and lost an arm. He was seriously injured. He knew that if he couldn't kill Shi Feng quickly, he would never be able to leave the valley alive.

For a moment, Hei Yu howled wildly, and his left hand kept waving. One crow-head spear after another flew out from his palm and stabbed down suddenly.

If Shi Feng were in the air, he could resist with his sword skills, but now he was standing on the ground, far less flexible than when he was in the air, and he could only rely on his footwork to dodge.

Black Feather's roar continued, and the crow-headed spear transformed by Ling Yu turned into streaks of black lightning.

Shi Feng was suppressed so much that he couldn't breathe. He didn't even have time to draw his sword. He could only keep his eyes open with all his consciousness, staring at the opponent's short spear and trying his best to dodge.

He stepped back step by step, getting closer and closer to the molten pool.

Finally, Black Feather's hand was empty, and all twelve feathers on his left wing were used up.

He hurriedly moved his hand, and a crow's head spear stuck on the ground flew back to his hand.

However, when he took a closer look, he was immediately dumbfounded.

It turned out that in his rage, Hei Yu only wanted to shoot Shi Feng, but he forgot that this ground was a land of lava.

Those crow-headed spears pierced the air and penetrated the ground so deeply that the lower parts were burned by the molten lava.

Shi Feng let out a long breath, "You must have used up all your feather spears!"

He walked forward quickly, leaving the molten pool behind him.

He was less than two feet away from the molten pool, and the clothes on his back had been completely roasted into ashes.

Heiyu lost his crow-headed spear and looked terrified, retreating step by step, while Shi Feng drew out the Dragon Hidden Sword and pressed forward step by step.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, can we discuss this?" Black Feather's words were full of pleading.

Shi Feng did not stop and continued to approach slowly, "What are we discussing?"

Black Feather suddenly smiled strangely, "Let's discuss how you want to die!"

At the same time, the white fox exclaimed, "Squat down!"

In an instant, Shi Feng bent down, but it was too late. He only felt the sound of wind behind him, and a short gun passed by, drawing a foot-long and inch-deep blood groove from his back to his right shoulder.

Before Shi Feng could recover, another bolt of black lightning struck him.

"What's going on? Why does the other party still have a feather spear!"

Shi Feng rolled on the spot and avoided the second black spear.

Only then did he realize that it was the wing that was lying on the ground that had been torn off that shot out the feather spear.

It turns out that just now Heiyu begged for mercy and backed away step by step to lure Shi Feng over.

When Shi Feng happened to step over the broken wing, Hei Yu suddenly launched a sneak attack.

Because the distance was too short, even though Shi Feng was reminded by the white fox, he was unable to dodge and his back was injured.

Black Feather laughed wildly, "Boy, have you forgotten that I am practicing ghost magic? I can use other people's bones, and I can even use my own!"