Under one person: As one person, I can dominate the world

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pathetic little bastard."

Wang Bing looked at Feng Xingtong's red eyes, but there was strong greed in his eyes: "You, the Feng family, practice restraining spirits and dispatching generals, but you don't know that there is a secret technique to recruit spirits."

"Rather than letting the spirits attach themselves to you one by one and borrow power from them, why not just eat them all and turn them into your own cultivation. Although the increase is not much, it is a permanent improvement!"

"So, hand over all those powerful spirits in your body to me!"

Wang Bing roared wantonly, stretched out his hands again, used his strength, and violently tore the spirit on Feng Xingtong's body!

Feng Xingtong, who was in pain, could only hold on to his body at this moment, and also drove the spirit-jumper generals to protect the rest of the elves on his body.

But under the impact of Wang Bingfu Ling's secret technique, he was at a disadvantage from the beginning. It was like the pain of tearing his soul, making him bleed from all his orifices!

"Xiao Feng, please let go of me. If this continues, you will die too!" A spirit exuded old thoughts, revealing a sense of anxiety.

He didn't want to see Feng Xingtong, who grew up with him, suffer such pain!

"Grandpa Zizhong, I will never give up and watch you being devoured by that king!"

Feng Xingtong was bleeding from all his orifices. Even though his body had reached its limit, he was still running wildly to restrain his spirit, desperately trying to protect his spirit!

And above the viewing seats.

Seeing this scene, Feng Zhenghao's usually calm face turned pale at this moment. He turned his gaze to Wang Ai in front of him and asked: "Senior Wang, why does your Wang family know the unique skills of my Feng family? !”

The rich voice was extremely deep, containing a sense of majesty and anger!

But Wang Ai still squinted her eyes and showed a half-smiling look. She didn't care about Feng Zhenghao's question and snorted coldly: "Young man, you have a big temper. Why, this Juling sent you to the Feng family?" It can be used, but my Wang family can’t use it?”

"And you have clearly seen that your family's Ju Lingqiang is just an incomplete version compared to my family's. Isn't there a priority?"

Wang Ai said, and used the crutch in his hand to lightly punch the ground, making a dull thumping sound.

Feng Zhenghao on the side heard the words, his eyes trembled, and at this time, he fell into silence.

He first looked at Lu Ci next to Wang Ai, and then at the old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei sitting alone in front. He suppressed his emotions rationally and stopped asking questions in a hurry.

Then he turned around and looked at Feng Xingtong, who was fighting hard in the field, with worry in his eyes.

at the same time.

"Master, why does this Wang Bing also use the Feng family's Ji Ling to send generals?" Zhang Lingyu, who was also watching the battle, couldn't help but ask Zhang Taichu.

In his memory, the Wang family's signature technique was clearly Danqing Shentu, so how could it be the same as the Feng family's?

Hearing this, Zhang Taichu frowned slightly and snorted coldly: "During the Jiashen Rebellion, the wild dogs of the Wang family were so fierce that they once captured Feng Tianyang, and they also used despicable means to capture the general Ju Ling. Come."

Memories were brought back, and when he thought of this, he looked at Wang Bing who looked extremely arrogant in the field, and felt his hands itching, and he couldn't help but want to clean him up again.

But he knew his senior brother's intention of organizing the Luotian Festival, and after all, he was not in a hurry to interfere with the order of the game.

In the martial arts arena.

Wang Bing was frantically snatching the spirit from Feng Xingtong.

His power, which had been amplified by the secret technique of spirit service, was obviously stronger, forcing the opponent to vomit blood.

"The bones are quite hard." Wang Bing sneered, the bloodthirsty color in his eyes becoming more and more intense: "When I swallow your spirit, I will crush all the bones in your body."

Feng Xingtong's condition was also declining rapidly at this time.

His face was pale, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes to his collar. He looked extremely miserable, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

But the spirit body of Wang Zizhong finally moved towards Wang Bing inch by inch.

"Hehehe, this elf smells really delicious."

Wang Bing looked at the elf getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but lick his dry lips, extremely greedy.

With a thought in his mind, a strong suction force appeared in his palm, and he pulled Wang Zizhong's spirit body over and pinched it hard in his hand.

At the same time, red light appeared in his eyes, his mouth opened wide, and he was about to use the spirit-conquering technique again!

"No, let go of Grandpa Zizhong!"

Feng Xingtong collapsed to the ground weakly, raised his head with difficulty and yelled at Wang Bing.

"Oh, let him go?" Wang Bing grinned: "When did the weak become worthy of negotiating terms?"

"If you don't have enough strength, you just deserve to be trampled on!"

As he spoke, he opened his big white teeth and bit down hard on the spirit body in his hand. A suction force emerged from his throat, dissolving the material that made up the spirit into pure power and feeding it back to him.

At this moment, Wang Zizhong struggled and shouted: "Xiao Feng, what are you waiting for? Send me to freedom!"

The old voice was filled with rich sadness and penetrated into Feng Xingtong's mind.

Feng Xingtong, who finally realized that he could no longer change the situation, lowered his head dejectedly.

There were blood and tears in his eyes, but without hesitation, he drove Ju Ling to send generals, and through the connection he had established with Wang Zizhong, he shocked the old man's spirit body to death!

The old man's dark spiritual body began to annihilate at this moment.

And there was a deep reluctance in the old eyes. He turned his head towards Feng Xingtong, showed a smile, and then turned into nothingness.

"Grandpa Zizhong——!"

Seeing the elf, who was more like a relative, returning at this moment, Feng Xingtong's face was filled with tears and full of sadness.

In order to prevent Grandpa Zizhong from being devoured by the king and doing evil, he could only be cruel and let his soul fly away.

In a daze, Feng Xingtong, who had suffered a heavy blow to his soul, finally couldn't hold on any longer and was about to pass out.

And the other side.

Wang Bing, whose good deed had gone to waste, felt a surge of anger rising in his heart.

"I would rather let the spirit body fly away than be swallowed by me. It's really - damn it!"

He stared fiercely at Feng Xingtong, who was lying on the ground not far away. He clenched his fists and rushed forward, like a mad dog, trying to ravage the opponent fiercely!

Bang!

Wang Bing kicked Feng Xingtong hard in the abdomen, causing blood to spurt from his mouth and nose, his eyes turned white, and he fainted completely.

But he didn't intend to stop at all, and then waved his fist and punched Feng Xingtong.

But the next moment, something changed suddenly.

A chill ran down his spine, and he felt locked by some terrifying existence!

Before he could react, a huge force came at the same time and hit him on the cheek with precision.

There was a loud bang.

In the extreme pain, the teeth in Wang Bing's mouth suddenly fell out, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out!

He flew out upside down and was slapped ten feet away. He hit the wooden wall of the martial arts arena and his whole body was embedded in it!

During the process, Wang Bing, who had no time to scream and received a slap, was in a daze at the moment. He felt that half of his face had lost consciousness and was as swollen as a pig's head!

At the audience seat, Zhang Taichu retracted his outstretched finger with a calm expression.

And the last four thousand words!