Di Tian roared, using his terrifying voice to cover up his inner panic, a sea of blood surged up, medieval blood burned, and his hands surrounded the glory of his era.
He bit his tongue and slapped the sky, causing the ancient rules to almost disappear. The ancient laws of heaven surged out of his body. With the sun and the moon in his left hand and the stars in his right hand, he almost controlled them in both hands, and then he suppressed Feng Qingyang fiercely.
This is to borrow the breath of the entire Middle Ages era, in an attempt to suppress Feng Qingyang, shock him to death completely, or to take him in for his own use and make him an exclusive part of himself.
When people from all directions saw this scene, they all gasped and thought to themselves that he was so strong. He was indeed a strong man from the Medieval Times. Although his strength had not recovered to its peak, the combat power he unleashed at this moment was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
If it recovers, it will be even more terrifying.
"Boom boom boom!" The wind was howling and the sky was surging. Feng Qingyang was not afraid at all. He grabbed the void casually, and the wind and clouds gathered, and the aura of dragon and tiger burst out violently.
The mighty dragons and tigers intertwined and broke through the ancient world in front of them. At this moment, Emperor Tian had already rushed in front of Feng Qingyang. The pure golden armor and Fang Tian Huaji demonstrated his absolute invincibility and strength.
With Feng Qingyang's powerful moves, he slashed through the void. Dragons and tigers roared, violent magic power spread out, the sky collapsed, the earth cracked, blood rolled down, and the laws of the Middle Ages and the trends of the mountains and rivers in recent times collided with each other. This world of battle was completely blown up.
The two men fought with bare hands. Di Tian held the Fang Tian Hua Ji, a weapon that surpassed the supreme Taoist weapon. He became more and more courageous as the battle went on, almost mobilizing all his fighting spirit. Feng Qingyang, on the other hand, turned into a zombie.
Green faces and fangs, scales and armor, blue sky, hundreds of rounds passed in the blink of an eye, invincible bodies collided, fierce life and death fights, the visual impact was extremely powerful.
Feng Qingyang remained calm, using his strengths to attack the opponent's weaknesses, at least that was what he thought, so why not? Moreover, after fighting for hundreds of rounds, he didn't even take a breath.
However, the opponent's strength was obvious to all, especially the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand. Every time he swung it, the laws of the ancient times were forced out, hitting his body and causing his mouth and nose to bleed, as if he was forcibly crushed by the laws of nature.
In the past, no one had ever fought with him in such close combat for such a long time in physical combat. But now, half a day had passed, and he was still able to swing his halberd and counterattack. It seemed that they were evenly matched, and every encounter was on the verge of life and death. The intensity of the battle was truly heart-shaking.
The Medieval Alliance consists of all the medieval geniuses who awakened in the recent ancient times. Di Tian is known as the king among them. If he were to be ranked, he would probably be particularly high up. Just this one person was able to fight with Feng Qingyang for so long, so what about the others
Others could not see anything, but the people on both sides of the battle had their own feelings. In Di Tian's opinion, Feng Qingyang's close combat had reached the pinnacle. Whether it was strength, speed, or reaction ability, it was beyond the reach of ordinary people. Let alone following him, he might not even be able to catch a glimpse of him.
If he had not relied on the laws of the Middle Ages and his experience in conquering the world, he would have been beaten to pieces by him. But even so, he became more and more frightened as the battle went on.
The other party's calmness and indifference made his heart beat wildly. Whenever he looked into his eyes, he could always see the determination in his eyes. At this moment, Di Tian suddenly panicked.
Boom! Snap!
Blood splattered and fell into the void. Feng Qingyang punched him on the shoulder, which directly dented his golden armor and broke his bones. Blood and flesh flew out along the dented armor.
The wound was bloody and seemed not to be life-threatening, but in fact, it was a serious blow to him. The broken shoulder was on his right arm.
Now that he was controlling the Fang Tian Hua Ji, he suddenly had a feeling that he was willing but not strong enough. The opponent was always able to cleverly avoid the pressure of the Fang Tian Hua Ji at the critical moment and instead bombard him with powerful force.
Di Tian looked embarrassed, but in fact, Feng Qingyang himself was not in good condition either. He had wounds all over his body, and there was even a fist-sized wound on his chest. The flesh and blood were turned inside out, and one could see the blood flowing inside.
He was injured by the laws of the Middle Ages. This kind of invisible and colorless power of laws is different from those of modern times. In other words, it is much higher than all the laws of modern times, at least in terms of level.
Killing people invisibly, even if a quasi-saint came here, I am afraid he would die here after just a few rounds.
"Oh my god, they're so perverted."
"What a strong body! This Feng Qingyang was able to contend with Emperor Tian, the king of the Medieval Alliance, for such a long time, and was even able to hurt him. This is truly against the will of heaven. As a Near Ancient cultivator, I should be proud of him."
Di Tian's heart was pounding wildly. The injuries on Feng Qingyang's body did not affect the opponent's foundation at all. Moreover, he became more and more courageous as the battle went on. His aura rose to the peak with constant fighting. He punched in the reincarnation world and suppressed him with the power of the reincarnation world.
This was simply like encountering a super-powerful man who transcended the times, and he was not at his peak. If he fought to the death, he might really die here. Thinking of this, Di Tian became even more panicked, with a trace of regret in his eyes. He secretly hated himself for being in the spotlight. After all, the Fire Spirit King was Feng Qingyang's number one enemy.
But things have come to this point, there is no regret medicine in the world, the two men are trembling here, and the fight to the death has already begun. If they want to stop the war, one of them can only perish completely, and the death cannot be further.
He felt regretful, while Feng Qingyang was quite shocked. This man had been trembling for most of the day, but the strange Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand could actually withstand his fist. What kind of magic weapon was this? Could it be that it really surpassed the level of the supreme Taoist weapon
“No… I can’t lose… I, Di Tian, am the overlord of the Middle Ages, how can I lose to a clown from the recent times?” Di Tian’s face was distorted, his calmness had completely disappeared, and he was roaring loudly with anger in his heart.
His former glory and power were suddenly shaken by Feng Qingyang's endless attack. In fact, this wavering had already appeared the moment he began to regret, but it was only magnified infinitely now.
He was once invincible for an era and roamed the spiritual world. At his peak, he could only find a handful of rivals except the Holy Lord.
"I'm not willing to accept this."