The Dragon from Hell

Wu Deshou didn't expect Qin Feng to struggle to death at this time, but he didn't care.

After all, for him, Qin Feng today was just a piece of fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at any time.

The other two old men didn't have any attitude towards Qin Feng's reaction. There was no need to have too much emotion for a dead person.

But Qin Feng at this time was more tormented than they saw.

His body was in great pain at this moment, but the pain was not from the injuries of Yu Tianyi and Wu Deshou.

It is true that ordinary people would have internal organs damaged and blood loss at this time.

But the strange thing is that Qin Feng's injuries were obviously more serious than the injuries caused by the old man of Yaowang Valley before, but the blood and qi lost in his body were regenerating rapidly.

Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that his damaged internal organs were actually repairing themselves, and the speed of repair was very fast.

But this feeling was not pleasant, because at this time the blood and qi in his body were also constantly rolling, like a pot of boiling iron rolling in his body, as if to burn all his limbs and bones.

Even when he felt a pain in his palm, he looked down and saw that the hand holding the Yuchang sword was slightly burnt. The hilt of the Yuchang sword was also made of bronze. At this time, it was actually red from his grip, as if it was about to be melted by his body temperature.

None of the three old men in front of him noticed his changes. Only one person knew his current abnormality - An Jiuxiao.

In the basement, An Jiuxiao was anxiously waiting for Du Bangyan to come with reinforcements, and at the same time, he did not dare to miss any noise outside.

What he was most worried about was Qin Feng's current state.

Half a month ago, when Qin Feng found him and told him his thoughts, his first reaction was: crazy!

Because Qin Feng was not talking about anything else, but asking him to refine another furnace of elixirs that could forcibly improve his realm.

But An Jiuxiao once said that this kind of elixir would have better effects when the realm was lower, but it might be a bit wasteful, but at least there was no risk.

However, as the realm was improved, not only the effect of the elixir was greatly reduced, but the risk to the user also increased accordingly.

With Qin Feng's current cultivation, one or two pills are not enough to have any impact on his realm, but if he takes too much, it may cause his internal energy to run wild, and he may even go crazy.

After all, he is now at the peak of the Earth Realm. If he wants to break through again, he will reach the Heaven Realm!

How easy is it to embark on the road to the Heaven Realm?

An Jiuxiao knew why Qin Feng was so anxious, but he couldn't watch Qin Feng go down a dead end.

"No, I don't agree!" At that time, An Jiuxiao refused without thinking: "Brother Feng, you don't need that kind of pill now. With your talent and realm, you can be promoted to the Heaven Realm in less than half a year. You really don't need to take this risk!"

Perhaps Qin Feng had already anticipated today at that time. He just smiled and patted An Jiuxiao on the shoulder and said: "If I don't take risks, you will have to take greater risks. Without destruction, there is no construction. I must try it."

An Jiuxiao knew that when the news that Qin Feng had a seed in his body spread like wildfire, he had already taken the pill.

He didn't know whether the pills would work, but Qin Feng swallowed ten pills in one breath, and the pills should start to take effect now.

Facing three great masters, plus the effect of the medicine in his body, can Qin Feng survive?

...

Qin Feng stood in the wind, and the sky began to snow at some point.

The heavy snow like goose feathers didn't even have time to fall on him. It was completely melted when it was just one or two meters close to his body.

Obviously, when Qin Feng opened his mouth, he could see the hot breath coming out of his body, but he still didn't show it on his face.

The three great masters didn't find anything unusual, just because Qin Feng was struggling to hold on after being injured.

"Forget it." Seeing Qin Feng's forbearance, Wu Deshou sighed as if he was merciful: "Since you are indeed gifted, I don't want to humiliate you. Since you don't want to commit suicide, let me send you off. Don't worry, I will let you die quickly without too much pain."

After saying that, Wu Deshou's eyes suddenly condensed, his blood and qi churned, his internal energy surged, and it seemed that streams of flowing air appeared around his body, all condensed on his body.

Qin Feng could see that gravel kept vibrating at Wu Deshou's feet, and then it was crushed into dust after leaving the ground.

And Wu Deshou's aura changed drastically, his hair flew, and his face was completely exposed, like a furious King Kong.

"Roar!"

He roared from his throat, like a furious lion, and when he ran towards Qin Feng, Qin Feng seemed to see a lion running wildly, and it was like a cannonball out of a gun.

Qin Feng didn't have time to say more.Thinking, his eyes condensed, and he stepped hard on the ground, using the force to move out.

The next moment, the aura around him flowed with his thoughts, but he was not going to fight Wu Deshou head-on, and his aura was as soft as water.

Use softness to overcome hardness!

The dragon entered the water, forming a barrier around Qin Feng.

The collision of hardness and softness, Qin Feng could not avoid this attack, nor did he intend to avoid it.

He retracted the Yuchang sword and directly met Wu Deshou's fist with his bare hands.

—— Bang!

With a loud bang, a circular air wave was described around Qin Feng and Wu Deshou, pushing away layers of air, one wave more courageous than the other!

Facing the air wave, the remaining two were very calm. They pushed it away casually, just like a little effort, and directly swept away the air wave in front of them.

Looking at the center of the air wave again, Qin Feng's feet left a long drag mark, but he just took Wu Deshou's punch.

The fist that had been beaten for a long time was harder to receive than he had imagined.

Even though he had used his spiritual power to dissolve most of the force, the remaining force still pushed him far away. At the same time, when he stopped, a fishy sweetness surged in his throat and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, what others did not notice was that after the blood he spat out fell on the ground, it actually emitted hot steam and burned a mark on the ground.

Perhaps it was because Qin Feng was unexpected that he could withstand this blow, or perhaps it was because the three great masters really did not take this ignorant junior seriously, and no one noticed anything unusual.

And Qin Feng did not need to look down, he knew that his blood was completely boiling.

"Aren't you going to admit defeat?" Wu Deshou looked down at him, waiting for him to admit defeat.

But when Qin Feng raised his head, Wu Deshou was stunned.

Qin Feng's eye sockets were hot, and his eyeballs were almost burning red, which actually added a bit of bloodiness to his appearance: "Give up? Unless I die!"