After saying that, Qinglong transformed into his original form and grabbed Feng with one claw.
Even though Feng didn't have much spiritual energy, his cultivation was still there. So when Qinglong grabbed him, Feng dodged directly and took out his magic weapon to attack Qinglong.
The quality of Feng's magic weapon was too low. Even if it kept hitting Qinglong, it could not leave any marks on Qinglong's body.
The only thing that could leave a mark on the Azure Dragon is a high-grade magical weapon, or a divine weapon, which could hurt the Azure Dragon. After all, the title of the leader of the four divine beasts was not obtained for nothing.
Feng attacked for a long time, but only caused one or two shallow wounds, without even breaking the skin.
The spiritual energy in Feng's body was no longer enough for him to continue attacking, so after attacking for a long time, Feng stopped.
Seeing Feng Shi stopped, Qing Long said in a mean way: "Tired of fighting? Then it's my turn!"
After saying that, he reached out his claws to grab Feng. Feng tried to dodge but it was too late. Half of his body was scratched by Qinglong's claws. Feng screamed and fell to the ground.
Seeing the miserable Feng family, the entire Feng family remained silent. It was not because they did not want to speak, but because they did not dare to. Even the ancestor with the highest cultivation level was caught like this by a claw, half dead, how could the rest of the people dare to speak
Feng Mo Ting didn't dare, Feng Yu Nan didn't dare, even the head of the Feng clan didn't dare to speak.
"Look at you. How pathetic! No one pleads for you when you are about to die. You are just as pitiful as Lou Shi."
Feng sat up with the help of the wall, then looked around. Seeing that the tribesmen around him all lowered their heads and dared not say anything, he felt sad.
When they attacked the fairy beasts in the fairy world, it was for their tribesmen. When they fought the Azure Dragon, the materials they obtained were also for their tribesmen. They did not dare to covet the materials and gave them all to their tribesmen.
Now, it is for the safety of his people. He went out to fight regardless of his own health, but until now, no one has really pleaded for him. It was in vain that he treated his people with all his heart and soul, and gave them everything. His youth, his freedom, his time, his life, were all given to his people. But now, look at these people. What have they done for him? Nothing, not even a word of pleading.
How sad! How sad!
Feng laughed loudly a few times, then severed his own meridians and died.
Qinglong looked at the dead Feng and couldn't help but sigh. Then he changed into a human form, walked forward, slapped Feng on the head, and turned Feng into ashes.
"Amitabha!"
Just when Qinglong was about to leave, a monk in a cassock came out of nowhere and everyone looked at him.
"Master Huiwu!"
Someone from the Feng clan recognized the monk's identity and called him out.
Master Huiwu nodded to the Feng clan leader first, then looked at the place where the Feng clan was before and shook his head with pity: "Amitabha, I am late."
"Heh! Master Huiwu. You are actually Master Huiwu? No, you are not Master Huiwu. Who are you?"
Qinglong wanted to attack directly, but he found that the monk in front of him was not the one who killed him. So who was this person? Why did those people call him Master Huiwu
"Amitabha, I guess you are the Azure Dragon, right?"