Chapter 27: A Trap
“Dongfang Jingyue, you won’t be able to get away!”
Feng Feiyun’s feet stomped on the grass, and he rode the wind. He leaped a long distance over the long river’s precipice to the other side, and he released a fist.
Dongfang Jingyue was indeed injured. Her white robe was stained with blood, and even her speed was far below the past; however, her shadow was still elegant. It was at ease, like the mist traveling in the forest, and her beautiful face was still as relaxed as ever.
Feng Feiyun anxiously chased after her as the unrestrained fist energy destroyed an isolated ancient tree near by.
“Feng Feiyun, even if I am wounded, you are still no match for me.”
The shining moonlight seemed to immerse the faraway mountain ridges in a pristine state.
“Whew!”
Dongfang Jingyue suddenly stopped, and she eminently stood on top of the mountain peak. Even though she was in a hurry a moment ago, but at this time, she stood still — she quickly turned around; her fingers began to pluck the strings, and the lute quivered.
A destructive sound wave, from the strings, flew out like a blade.
The power from the sound of Dongfang Jingyue’s lute was extremely frightening. An intermediate Immortal Foundation cultivator from a hundred zhang away would still be killed by it. Feng Feiyun naturally couldn’t block it; his body moved to dodge the sound wave, and he then, step by step, stomped on the ground to escape away.
Both of his open palms continuously threw out nine strikes; each vigorous and destructive strike carried along a red flame!
This was the First Dark Origin Flame; many expansive heat waves flew out.