"Unparalleled Sword Saint? That's the Unparalleled Sword Saint!" The monks kneeling on the ground all stared in amazement at the handsome man riding a dragon away.
This person came from ancient times. Like the Fire Spirit King, he awakened from the seven forbidden areas of the spirit world. After that, he swept through the three thousand stars of the spirit world. Like the Body Lord, he was invincible in defeating all the geniuses.
Feng Qingyang felt really bad. Although he was mentally prepared to lure the snake out of its hole, who knew that what was lured out was not a snake, but a dragon with a bloody mouth
Each of them was extremely powerful and arrogant. The Fire Spirit King dropped a fireball from the sky, causing the entire Northern Territory to shake, while Emperor Tian led thousands of troops straight to this place. His arrogance was almost unprecedented.
Following closely behind was the Peerless Sword Saint, Feng Qingyang knew this person. He had heard of him since his time in the world of cultivation. This person was also a famous swordsmanship genius in ancient times, but he died young and disappeared without a trace. It was thought that he had died, but it was unknown that he was watching the secrets of heaven and came here in a state of suspended animation, and was reborn in the great catastrophe of the end of the world.
Feng Qingyang smacked his lips and thought to himself that there were truly countless geniuses. He might not have a good impression of the other people, but he had a strange feeling towards this unparalleled swordsman.
"Old Taoist with withered tree, my fellow disciples, Xuantian Ji, Jian Chen, are you all right?" His eyes slid towards the sky, looking at the laws of heaven and earth left behind by the peerless swordsman riding away on his dragon, and his heart was filled with infinite sighs. The sunset was truly beautiful, but it was almost dusk. The scenery was still there, but things and people had changed.
The two of them walked forward carelessly, and no one recognized Feng Qingyang among them. It was ridiculous. Feng Qingyang also felt relieved. At least it was quiet now.
The storm was about to come. With their speed, they arrived at the place where the Fire Spirit King landed in half a minute. The original thousand-foot-high mountain disappeared, and was replaced by a vast plain.
This plain was so peculiar that there wasn't even the slightest sign of burning. The surface was smooth and round like water, and more like a natural cut. Feng Qingyang was secretly amazed. He exchanged a glance with Gai Jiuyou, then whistled and rode the strong wind, disappearing into the crowd.
"That's not right. The person who was next to us before looked very familiar." After the two of them left, a few voices of doubt suddenly came from the dense crowd. Everyone stopped and fixed their eyes on the person who spoke.
"Oh? Why does it look familiar?"
"Don't you think he looks like a human being?" This person looks young, but a little mature, like an old monster that has turned into a spirit. In fact, if you look closely, you will find that he is a thousand-year-old ginseng spirit.
"It's true... No, he seems to be Feng Qingyang!"
"What? Feng Qingyang? Are you serious?" At this moment, the crowd was completely boiling, like a pot had exploded. There were at least tens of thousands of cultivators here, and they were all frightened. Thinking back to the two people who had walked forward calmly before, they did have a face similar to the legendary Feng Qingyang. If they thought so, it must be the real person without a doubt.
Wow!
For a moment, the crowd became chaotic, and everyone used their magical powers to search the surroundings, but under the vast snow, the sky and the earth, there was no trace of Feng Qingyang. It was like an unreal flash in the pan. No one believed that he had really been there, but they had to believe that the man before was indeed Feng Qingyang.
"Oh my god, Feng Qingyang is indeed in the Northern Territory. It looks like a war is about to break out here."
"This battle will definitely be a reversal for the ancient cultivators. If Feng Qingyang can defeat the Fire Spirit King, or Emperor Tian and the Peerless Sword Saint, then we ancient cultivators will be able to hold our heads high in front of those old monsters from the Middle and Ancient times who are still alive and kicking."
"Yes, although Feng Qingyang was once a great enemy of the Heavenly Dao, he is now the third will of the spirit world. Without mentioning the tricks, just based on the third will, it can be seen how powerful he is. I am afraid that he is about to be infinitely close to the position of Saint Venerable."
The crowd surged, and most of the people here were ancient monks. For a moment, there was a lot of noise, and everyone prayed secretly, hoping that Feng Qingyang could successfully defeat these old monsters who were famous in the spiritual world.
"Feng Qingyang, if you win, I will voluntarily fall into the devil's way and enter your city of sin!"
The crowd shouted spontaneously, and the deafening noise created a wave that covered the sky and the sun. The overwhelming power gathered in the sky above the Northern Territory, almost like an overwhelming tidal wave.
As a result, all the medieval and ancient monks who were originally mixed in the crowd kept their mouths shut. If one person called out for them, they might have fought and slaughtered everyone.
But now people are gathered from all directions, and it is difficult to offend the public anger. If we risk angering them at this time, the consequences will be disastrous.
With their scalps tingling, some people took a deep look at this group of monks whose blood was aroused, and secretly sighed that no matter what era they were in, there would always be such indispensable passionate people.
They are not after money, nor for any magic or treasures, they just want to breathe a sigh of relief. Just for this reason, they will die without regrets even if it costs them their lives.
"You are right. This time I can earn face for my Ancient Monk. I will definitely abandon all my prejudices and become his absolute supporter."
With unity, we can stand firm. Human nature can be stimulated and become crazy at certain moments. Maybe we have been sinister villains in the past, but in the face of justice, all this seems insignificant.
Although Feng Qingyang is no longer seen here, it cannot be said that he has disappeared from here. Instead, he and Gai Jiuyou restrained their breath, wearing a huge black hat, and gradually left with the crowd.
He listened to every word of their discussion. Looking at such passionate people, he instantly felt that they were so lovable. It was rare that he found them so pleasing to the eye for the first time.
"Qingyang, that's good. I didn't expect that you have earned all the prestige of ancient cultivators this time." Gai Jiuyou on the side joked.
In fact, he was almost affected by the cheers of the crowd. He did not feel jealous but only admiration. Feng Qingyang, his former rival, was now about to become someone he looked up to.
It has to be said that time has created countless heroes. Among those sleeping geniuses and powerful people, which one of them was not someone who almost achieved the status of Saint in their era
"Heroes are made by the times, but I just want to make the times!" Feng Qingyang raised his head, took off his hat, looked at the sky and said calmly.
Immediately, it turned into a whirlwind and became a white light, disappearing into the wind and snow.
"That's right, heroes are made by the times and the winner is the king. He can change everything and control everything." Gai Jiuyou was shocked. This ordinary sentence was filled with so much blood and so much domineering.
Times make heroes, who can truly become a hero in the times? One person's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of people, that's exactly the case.