Chapter 30 Chapter 30 The Power of Icons

On the seat, when Venerable Feng saw the huge black phoenix image behind Feng Qing'er, his face couldn't help changing slightly, and the sunlight turned to Venerable Lei beside him, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect that she would It's a member of the Sky Demon and Phoenix Clan, no wonder you want to cover up your real aura with your own hands..." Venerable Lei smiled, with a bit of concealed pride in his smile, glanced at Xiao Yan in the field, and said: "For being able to force Qing'er to use his own secret skills, this Xiao Yan is really not an ordinary person. what."

Venerable Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a chill in his eyes. "Hehe, Venerable Feng, don't be reckless. You may not be afraid of my Fenglei Pavilion, but Qing'er is a member of the Sky Demon and Phoenix Clan. If something happens to her, the Sky Demon and Phoenix Clan will not let it go. That race is How domineering, I think you should be aware of it, don't bring unnecessary troubles for Xingyu Pavilion." Venerable Lei said lightly. "Are you threatening me?" Venerable Feng said with a sudden smile. Looking at the smile on Venerable Feng's face, Venerable Lei felt a little wary. Among the four Venerables present, Venerable Feng had the longest fame and the oldest qualifications. Back then, Venerable Lei When Shang was still a Douzong, Venerable Feng already had a good reputation in Zhongzhou. Although the status and status of the two are equal now, Venerable Lei still has the greatest fear of the former.

"This is not a threat. You and I know whether it is true or not." Venerable Feng glanced at Venerable Lei, then looked at the field, and said with a smile: "I don't know how to bully the young, and it is still unknown who will win and who will lose in this fight. ..." Hearing this, Venerable Lei frowned, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips: "Could it be that you really thought that Xiao Yan would be Qing'er's opponent? Qing'er, who has used the secret skills of his family, even with some strength of Fenglei Pavilion The tyrannical elder can't help her, let alone Xiao Yan who has just broken through to the Dou Huang?" Venerable Feng smiled and said noncommittally: "Then let's see the final outcome..."

Seeing this, Venerable Lei also laughed out loud, and said, "Since you said so, let us see who can have the last laugh in this confrontation." ... During the conversation between the two giants on the seat, Xiao Yan in the field was also in an extremely restless mood. After vaguely guessing Feng Qing'er's identity, he also felt a little stunned. No wonder he saw Feng Qing'er earlier. Qing'er's pair of colorful phoenix wings will feel familiar. If the colorful feathers and flesh are cut off, it will be exactly the same as his own bone wings... "Damn it...how could this woman be from the Sky Demon and Phoenix Clan?"

Feeling the ever-fluctuating blue-red blood in the jade bottle in Najie, Xiao Yan couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart. He didn't expect that even this refined blood would appear after meeting someone from the Sky Demon and Phoenix Clan. With such a sudden change, the Heavenly Monster and Phoenix Clan is really weird. No wonder they can become one of the three top forces in the World of Warcraft. The power of the soul continuously invaded the ring, covering up the fluctuations of the blue-red blood. If Feng Qing'er was allowed to know that she had the blood of the Heavenly Demon and Phoenix Clan in her hands, she would probably encounter endless troubles. Compared with such forces as Fenglei Pavilion, the strength of the clan is much more tyrannical.

A sense of crisis suddenly appeared in Xiao Yan's heart as he separated his mind from suppressing the fluctuations of the blue-red blood. Resplendent lightning surged out of his body, while his body disappeared in place in an instant. "boom!" The moment Xiao Yan's body just disappeared, a strange black light suddenly descended from the sky, and immediately landed heavily on the hard silver wood square. Suddenly, amidst a strange chirping sound, a figure appeared directly on the square. A huge deep pothole of nearly ten feet in size, around the pit, there are still traces of black flames burning.

In mid-air, Xiao Yan revealed his figure, staring fixedly at the traces of extremely faint pitch-black flames, as if permeating from the depths of hell, carrying a gloomy coldness, and this strange flame seemed to be Xiao Yan's body. The source of the sense of crisis in Yan's heart. "What kind of flame is this? It shouldn't be a strange fire, otherwise the strange fire in my body will be able to sense it, but why is the power of this fire not weaker than the strange fire at all?" A look of shock flashed across Xiao Yan's heart, now He is very familiar with all the different fires on the list of different fires, but after much deliberation, he has not found a flame with the same appearance as this fire.

"Humph!" The black light flew into the air, but Feng Qing'er in the sky sneered, and with a slender finger pointing, the black light suddenly appeared from the huge hole like a black python, as fast as lightning, and brought people along the way. There were bursts of low-pitched sonic booms, crackling and resounding throughout the sky. Looking at the strange black light that continued to rush, Xiao Yan frowned. He could feel the terrifying energy contained in this black light. If he was hit by it head-on, I am afraid that even with his current strength, at least It would also end in a serious injury.

Thunder light flickered on the soles of his feet, his figure quickly retreated, and afterimages continued to emerge in the sky. "Xiao Yan, the power of the icon cannot be avoided. It will stay with you forever until it takes your life!" Feng Qing'er looked at Xiao Yan who kept dodging, with a sneer on her pretty face, and said with a sneer, behind her , the huge virtual image of the black phoenix is ​​much lighter than before, obviously similar to this kind of terrifying black light attack, with Feng Qing'er's current strength, it cannot be used many times. Regarding Feng Qinger's sneer, Xiao Yan acted as if he had never heard of Feng Qing'er's sneer. He used the Three Thousand Thunder Movements to the extreme, and afterimages flashed in the sky one after another. The strange black light shook into annihilation.

Swish! Swish! Swinging the heavy ruler in his hand, several huge green light beams burst out, hitting the black light fiercely, but it had no effect at all, and even the speed of the black light's grazing did not stop at all. . Looking at the unmoving black light, the solemn look in Xiao Yan's eyes became more and more intense. The so-called power of the holy image is really weird... "Hiding like this is not an option. Exercising the power of this holy image is obviously very exhausting. Judging by Feng Qing'er's appearance, it seems that she can only use it once, but now she is stepping up to recover her fighting spirit. If she is allowed to cast another holy image If you use the power, I am afraid it will be even more difficult..."

The thoughts in Xiao Yan's mind changed sharply, ordinary attacks had almost no effect on the power of the holy image, and if he wanted to destroy it, he had to use a more terrifying power than it. The pitch-black eyes flickered with cold light, Xiao Yan clenched his left hand, and a green flame emerged, which quickly split into blue and invisible flames. With a little finger between his eyebrows, a dark white flame also emerged. The appearance of the three kinds of different fires rising above Xiao Yan's palm caused quite a commotion, but there are very few people who can recognize the three kinds of different fires with eyesight, but although they can't recognize the details of the flames , but from the terrifying temperature that diffused, everyone could still faintly perceive the extraordinaryness of the three flames. As soon as the three kinds of strange fires appeared, Xiao Yan hardly hesitated, and under the increasingly shocked gazes of Lei Zunzun and others, he ruthlessly detained the three kinds of strange fires together. "Is this guy... a lunatic?" Venerable Lei looked at Xiao Yan's actions, and with his certainty, he couldn't help but come back to his senses at this moment. The power of different fires is terrifying, but there is no resistance between different fires. If they fuse randomly, the final result will be terrible. It can only be burned by fire and turned into dust in the end. This kind of thing is not uncommon in Zhongzhou. " Regarding the astonishment of Venerable Lei and the others, Xiao Yan naturally had no time to pay attention to it. With his current strength, it is not difficult to fuse the three different fires, but he still has to concentrate and work hard to maintain that strange balance point. laugh! The huge and strange black light swept over again, Xiao Yan didn't even lift his head, and with a flash of silver light, he walked out of the place more than ten feet away, when the bird light came again, his figure retreated far "And while dodging so quickly, the three-color fire ball on the palm also slowly split open, and a delicate fire lotus with three colors slowly rose out of the fire ball." As soon as the three-color fire lotus appeared, this space suddenly seemed like a boulder was thrown into a calm lake, ripples in the space continued to spread out, and even the energy in this space suddenly became violent . "This scene is really a scene of some fires and chaos." On the seats, the expressions of Venerable Lei and the others finally changed drastically at this moment. They felt a dangerous aura within the three-color fire. "How could this guy display such powerful fighting skills?" " Venerable Feng nodded lightly, with an unconcealable smile on his face, that old stubborn gaze was as vicious as ever, this young man is qualified to be his disciple... The fire lotus was successfully formed. This time, Xiao Yan's body finally stabilized completely. He wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, raised his head, looked at Feng Qing'er in the sky, and let out a long mouthful of the grievance of fleeing earlier. Immediately, he raised his head and laughed loudly, carrying a burst of pride, soaring into the sky. "Under the Buddha's wrath, there are no ghosts left!"