At the same time, almost at the moment Feng Qingyang opened his mouth, the Golden Armored God of War emerged again in the vortex passage leading to the Tenth Heavenly Palace. But almost at the moment he appeared - the faces of the people on the Heavenly Gate changed drastically.
If, as the city lord said, this was the transformation of the physical body of Hou Zun, then what Feng Qingyang was facing at this moment was an existence that surpassed himself, and even they could not match it.
This has nothing to do with cultivation, but with the level of life. Even though the Golden God of War who appeared at this time is still a part of the body of Hou Zun, even so, he is not comparable to them.
"We can't help you with this matter. Success or failure depends on you." Qian Shangli murmured. Looking at Feng Qingyang who was caught in the melee, he felt a little nervous inside and wished he could go forward to fight. He wanted to prove whether the physical body was the foundation or the supernatural power was the foundation.
The Lord of the City of Sin seemed to sense Qian Shangli's thoughts. He looked back and a hint of kindness flashed across his eyes. His love and care for his eldest disciple almost surpassed everything. Once a teacher, always a father. How could he not want Qian Shangli to know the difference between supernatural powers and the physical body
But some things do not need to be explained by oneself, but depend on one's own luck and talent. If one can comprehend them, then there will naturally be a lot of gains. Even if one cannot comprehend them, one can still go further with one's own strengths.
Which of these disciples is not like this? Although they look indifferent now, the competition between them is extremely fierce. Who doesn't want to become stronger
"Master, do you think Junior Brother Feng can defeat this golden god of war?" After a short silence, Qian Shangli suddenly turned around and asked. He had followed the Lord of the City of Sin the longest, and some things could be understood with just a glance.
Just like the other party's love and good intentions for him, how could he not know it? Otherwise, he would have asked him a long time ago. Seeing Feng Qingyang in a fierce battle, he couldn't wait to know the next result.
It's not that he didn't trust Feng Qingyang, but his master's face was too solemn. It was obvious that he didn't have much confidence, and this was by no means a simple test. If he failed, let alone being kicked down from the Ninth Heaven, he might even lose his life.
Everyone pricked up their ears and looked shocked. Could it really be that serious
"Everything can only be his luck. You are not allowed to interfere in this matter, otherwise you will be expelled from the sect, and I will definitely give up my cultivation myself. If he passes, bring him to me," the city lord was silent for a moment, snorted coldly, and then the figure standing between the sky gates gradually faded until it disappeared.
“Master…” Everyone nodded bitterly, thinking that Feng Qingyang was in bad shape. Even if he could get through it, it would probably take some time.
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The golden-armored God of War stood in place without making any move, just staring at Feng Qingyang. The two looked at each other, and cold light from all directions was like lightning. After colliding in mid-air, it spread in all directions and a rumbling sound was heard.
Feng Qingyang has been wondering why these golden war gods appeared. Logically speaking, since Hou Zun was the incarnation of Heaven, his physical body should also be transformed into Tao, but now... Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind.
He raised his head in disbelief, his eyes looking across the sky, looking towards the Heavenly Gate at the top, he could vaguely see the figures of several people. "Could it be that Master is also helpless? The appearance of the Golden Armored God of War this time was not intentional, but necessary?"
He sighed softly, thinking that this was indeed the case. But at the moment he sighed, the golden-armored god of war moved, still as a mountain and moving like thunder. He flipped his palm, and a blood-red sword appeared in his hand, surrounded by purple light, pointing far ahead.
"We already have a battle between us, so let's just treat it as a warm-up." Feng Qingyang was surrounded by purple light, bathing in it.
This purple color is no longer pure purple, but contains dark gold. As the purple-gold color rotates, Feng Qingyang's body appears to be extremely powerful, with a mighty force, and vaguely possesses a power that moves the heaven and earth. Not only that, after the purple-gold color spreads, there is also a feeling that is incompatible with the current aura of the spiritual world, as if his appearance will be rejected by the entire sky, or even the spiritual world, or in other words - resisted!
Feng Qingyang was stunned, and thought to himself, could it be that Tianwei was going to start a fire again? You know, the surge of power might be feared by Tianwei. After all, his physical body has reached the strongest in the spiritual world at this time, but now he is also using magical powers. The aura of this magical power, surrounded by purple and gold, actually reveals an aura that he cannot understand.
It was extremely heavy, but it gave him the feeling that it was supposed to be this way, everything was so logical, no explanation was needed, let alone understanding.
When the purple-gold color burst out, there was a loud bang, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. Feng Qingyang turned around and held the Blood Dance Demon Sword and rushed straight towards the opponent. There was no need for confrontation or communication. There was only fighting, fighting non-stop.
As he made his move, the channel vibrated and the purple-gold light kept spreading, spreading in all directions until it spread to infinity. Then, a huge collision that could overturn everything was about to erupt.
In the direction of Tianmen, Qian Shangli, Li Ge and others looked at Feng Qingyang's burst of momentum, and the worries in their hearts suddenly dissipated. How could such a powerful junior brother fail so easily
The Holy Prince had a look of delight on his face, and he kept rubbing his hands together, which looked a little wretched, but in fact, it was the way of fighting that he mastered. Under the stimulation of Qi, he wished he could go forward and have a fierce battle himself.
clang!
Sparks flew and Feng Qingyang's whole body trembled. In the first round of fighting with him, he clearly felt that the other party also had a kind of power, which was extremely similar to his, and even incompatible with the way of the spiritual world. Compared with his own, his was more obvious.
Avoiding the opponent's attack on the vital points, Feng Qingyang raised his sword and attacked again. After crossing the swords, he turned his left hand into a fist and suddenly attacked the golden-armored god of war who was coming head-on.
At that moment, he felt like he was lifting a piece of iron and his left hand went numb. The opponent's physical strength was not weaker than his own, and was even stronger. He was probably much stronger.
He stared straight at the golden-armored war gods, obviously wanting to know what caused their appearance and why they became stronger each time. Even if he defeated this golden-armored war god who surpassed himself, would there be a more powerful one appearing in the future
For a moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly became curious about this golden-armored god of war. His eyes were as sharp as lightning. After colliding with him in the air, crackling sparks were heard.