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Feng Wuying's face changed slightly, he frowned, and said coldly, "What is this?"

"This is my tiger's soul." Bai Cheng said flatly, "You can use any moves you have."

Feng Wuying's face became gloomy, and he took out more than a dozen long arrows from the quiver casually. All his long arrows were formed by the condensation of resentful souls. As long as the resentful souls are not exhausted, his arrows will be Inexhaustible.

"Evil Spirit Arrow Rain!"

Feng Wuying opened his bow and set his arrows, and instantly shot more than a dozen sharp arrows. The whole body of these dozens of sharp arrows was pitch black, with wailing resentful souls entwined on them, exuding endless resentment.

Bai Cheng held the Tiger Roaring Sky Blade tightly, saw him slash out, and shouted sharply: "Tiger Roaring Sky Strike!"

As Bai Cheng's words fell, the fierce tiger beside him roared and rushed towards the rain of arrows.

"laugh--"

The rain of arrows landed on the tiger's body one after another, and the resentful spirits jumped on the tiger's body one after another, tearing at the tiger's body with their mouths open.

"Hmph, I really don't know how to live or die." Feng Wuying sneered, and said, "How dare you use soul attacks on these resentful souls, you really want to die!"

"Blast me."

Bai Cheng said lightly.

"Roar!"

As Baicheng's voice fell, there was only a loud roar of the tiger, and a powerful impact erupted from the tiger's body. When those resentful souls came into contact with the impact, they were instantly shaken into It was crushed and dissipated into the air, and the tiger's body became even more illusory.

"Huh? What is this?!" Feng Wuying frowned, looking at the tiger, he never imagined that this tiger would wipe out all the ghosts in an instant.

It stands to reason that those ghosts would devour the tiger completely.

"In front of the king of beasts, do you dare to show those resentful souls of yours to shame?" Bai Cheng said disdainfully.

"court death!"

Feng Wuying gritted his teeth, his figure rushed out, turned into an afterimage, and came in front of Baicheng in an instant.

Feng Wuying held the Soul Slaying Sword in his hand, and the Soul Slashing Sword rushed to the top of Baicheng with the momentum of breaking the wind, as if to split Baicheng in two.

Bai Cheng's gaze was fixed, and he saw the tiger roaring sky blade in his hand, and moved towards the Soul Slashing Sword to block it. With a crisp "ding", the Soul Slashing Sword was blocked by Bai Cheng's block, and it could not hurt Bai Cheng at all. .

"Go away!"

Baicheng roared, he kicked out like lightning, and landed heavily on Feng Wuying's chest, Feng Wuying immediately flew upside down and fell heavily on the ground, looking a bit embarrassed.

The First Emperor stared at Baicheng with flickering eyes, and murmured, "Could it be that the former God of Death is coming back?"

Immediately, the First Emperor shook his head, and said coldly: "Absolutely impossible! I have taken away the heart of the God of Killing and put it in Feng Wuying's body. How could he be the real God of Killing?"

"Even if you take away the killing god's heart, you can't take away his will and spirit."

A plain voice came, causing Emperor Shihuang to turn his head and look forward immediately. He saw Qin Feng standing beside Baicheng at a glance. The words just now came from Qin Feng's mouth.

Qin Feng said lightly: "Emperor Shi Huang, do you really think that if you want to become a God of Killing, it is enough to have the heart of a God of Killing? Do you think that you can create another God of Killing like this? Let me tell you, you Wrong, Baicheng has always had the will of the real killing god, but Feng Wuying does not, so even if you give him the heart of killing the god, it is just a superficial thing, without the real will, he will never Impossible to become another God of Death!"

"Impossible! It's just nonsense! What kind of will? These are all just a cover for bluffing people." Shihuang roared angrily: "How can this traitor be the real God of Killing?"

Qin Feng smiled and said: "Emperor Shihuang, you are so naive, you still want to create a god of killing, but it's a pity, everything you have done is just in vain."

"Hmph, Feng Wuying." Qin Feng looked down on Shi Huangdi so much, which made him very angry. He snorted and said coldly.

"Your Majesty the Emperor." Feng Wuying stood up and said to the First Emperor.

"Kill them both!" Shihuang narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Don't hold back."

"Yes!" Feng Wuying nodded, he turned around and looked at Qin Feng and Baicheng, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Boss, just leave it to me. I promise, I will definitely give you his head." Baicheng said firmly.

Qin Feng nodded slightly and said, "Go."

"Thank you, Boss." Bai Cheng took a step forward with the Tiger Roaring Blade, and a majestic aura swept out of him like a storm, shattering the surrounding spiritual energy.

Feng Wuying narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "Don't worry, Baicheng, I will take your head off your neck and present it to His Majesty the Emperor."

"I don't think you have this chance." Bai Cheng said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, Baicheng rushed towards Feng Wuying with the Tiger Roaring Blade.

"Overlord Slash!"

Baicheng shouted violently, and the Tiger Roaring Blade slashed at Feng Wuying.

His knife was full of domineering, an extremely terrifying murderous aura bloomed from his body, pressing towards Feng Wuying.

However, just when this murderous pressure was on Feng Wuying's body, a golden obituary actually flashed on Feng Wuying's body.

"when!"

Overlord Zhan landed on the Soul Slashing Sword, and unexpectedly directly opened a gap in the Soul Slashing Sword.

Feng Wuying saw that his weapon was actually damaged, his eyes turned red, and he roared angrily: "You dare to destroy my weapon, I will kill you!"

"Blazing Wind Shadowless Slash!"

Feng Wuying clenched the soul-slaying sword and slashed towards Baicheng crazily. Feng Wuying drew the sword so fast that even Baicheng couldn't catch his attack trajectory. There were hundreds of knife marks.

"Corpse body guard!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Baicheng swung his palm, and a cloud of black-purple mist immediately surrounded him. The attacks fell into the black-purple mist, and disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

Bai Cheng took several steps back, stretched out his left hand, held it down against Feng Wuying, and shouted sharply: "The dark prison!"

I saw the black and purple mist roaring towards Feng Wuying as if being guided.

Feng Wuying didn't understand what Baicheng's move was. He didn't dare to touch the black and purple mist, and quickly retreated backward.

"Want to run away? It's too late!" Bai Cheng said coldly, "Prison him for me!"

As soon as the words fell, the black-purple mist turned into a huge palm and grabbed Feng Wuying, wrapping Feng Wuying tightly in it.