It took a full half hour before the void gradually returned to normal.
But despite this, this hundred-zhang area is still extremely fragile, as if it will collapse at any time. The spatial turbulence is like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, ready to bite you when you are not paying attention.
"Is he really dead?" someone exclaimed.
"Impossible, he is the third will of the spiritual world, how could he die." Different discussions arose one after another, and the crowd became noisy almost instantly.
Some were happy and some were sad. All the ancient cultivators looked pale. If even Feng Qingyang was defeated, did it mean that the luck of the ancient cultivators had come to an end
However, apart from their wild thoughts, the Fire Spirit King and the hermit old monsters around them frowned deeply. Ordinary people could not tell the truth from the false, but how could they, who were so powerful, not know what was true and what was false
What's more, the expressions of several senior brothers in the City of Sin did not change at all. Although they were a little nervous, it was obvious that the ending was not as everyone guessed. Even the Peerless Sword Saint held the sword in both hands and looked at the void vigilantly.
As expected, almost when the discussions reached their climax, the void that had been repaired cracked again. This time it was not destroyed by external force, but a natural disintegration from the inside out, just like a butcher cutting up an ox. After the crack, not a single destructive force was leaked out.
A humanoid monster with a green face, fangs and covered with scales appeared here. He was three meters tall, extremely powerful, with white hair dancing in the wind. Although he looked ferocious, his domineering appearance still deeply shocked everyone.
He was Feng Qingyang. The crowd screamed. They looked at him in the center speechlessly. The ancient monks almost shed tears. Countless female monks cried out of excitement. He was not dead. He was really not dead.
Unconsciously, Feng Qingyang has become the leader of the destiny in the eyes of most of the ancient cultivators. In their eyes, Feng Qingyang is not a zombie, but a modern cultivator. No matter if he is a human, a demon, or even a zombie, he belongs to the modern times. He is the strongest person in this era. With him, modern cultivators can hold their heads up high among the medieval and ancient cultivators.
"Alive, still alive, I know how he could die. He is the man of destiny for my ancient cultivators. If he dies. What should we do?"
"Hmph, those ignorant old living fossil monsters, do they really think that I, an ancient cultivator, am so fragile?" People kept praising Feng Qingyang, looking at him standing in the void, with the most sincere admiration in their eyes. In their eyes, Feng Qingyang was their spiritual pillar.
The medieval and ancient monks had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, looking gloomily at the ancient monks on all sides. They originally thought that they could suppress the arrogance of the other party, but as soon as their eyes made contact, they found that these ancient monks, one by one, seemed to be injected with chicken blood, holding their heads high and looking as if they were ready to fight to the death.
"If you die just like that, I've overestimated you." The peerless swordsman's expression remained unchanged, still gloomy. Although the profound magical power he used before was almost his full strength, in his opinion, it would not be enough to strangle Feng Qingyang to death in an instant.
However, the opponent's condition and momentum still frightened him. In his opinion, even if he could not kill the opponent, he could at least injure him seriously. But in fact, it seemed that no serious damage had occurred.
He couldn't even break through the opponent's defense. Look, the opponent's scales were flashing with a faint light, and he didn't look weak at all. His red eyes and pale hair, just at a glance, one could feel the unparalleled ferocity brewing in them.
"You are very powerful, really very powerful," Feng Qingyang spoke, with no expression on his ferocious face, and even his tone became extremely hoarse. When people heard it, it made their scalps numb. This was like a big devil who had just been born.
The peerless swordsman's brows twitched. Sure enough, his guess was correct. The opponent was indeed not injured. But how could this be possible? The combination of sword dance and extinction cross knife could completely strangle countless quasi-saints, even those who were on the verge of being the strongest quasi-saints.
He really couldn't believe it, but everything in front of him was the fact. When all of this was really in front of him, he realized that he was actually struggling.
Feng Qingyang smiled faintly. Although the opponent's momentum did not change significantly, in his opinion, he would definitely win this battle. Who said he was not injured? Who said that if you are injured, you must show it
At this moment, he was using his own scales to cover his injuries. The opponent's sword secrets had made his heart beat wildly the moment they approached him. The reason why he seemed to be intact was actually because at the last moment, he turned into a zombie and mobilized a trace of the Xuanhuang Qi of the Dantian world. Others did not see it, but he himself knew it very well. The opponent's sword energy had directly cut through the Xuanhuang and hit deeply inside his body. At that moment, he even thought that he might die here.
"If you can block my strongest move, I will admit defeat." After a moment's silence, the peerless swordsman slowly spoke, his gloomy face flashing with madness, as if the move he was talking about was absolutely extraordinary, or seemed to be unusually powerful. He was afraid that even if he really used it, it would backfire on him.
Upon hearing this, the cultivators from all directions suddenly had their pupils shrink and they retreated again, leaving the core circle covered by the sea. The billions of spiritual consciousnesses that gathered here from all directions hid directly in the void and dared not move.
"What magical power?"
"Needless to say, this must be the final trump card of the Peerless Sword Saint." Someone said in a deep voice. The Peerless Sword Saint was not just a name for nothing. In fact, his previous sword dance was not something that ordinary cultivators could resist. This one move alone could make him stand out from the crowd. It was all because he met Feng Qingyang, this super monster who caused them a lot of headaches.
He looked at the peerless swordsman calmly, his inner vigilance reaching its peak almost as soon as he opened his mouth to speak. He silently circulated his magic power, with great ambition surging in his heart.
"Okay, let's decide the outcome with one move. Let me see what a true unparalleled swordsman is." Feng Qingyang laughed wildly and as he spoke, he himself burst out with a terrifying aura.
This was a green halo that covered an area of a hundred feet in radius. Behind him was a huge green lotus floating, swaying and emitting waves of heart-pounding aura.
"Green Lotus of Creation, that is the Green Lotus of Creation. He never used the Green Lotus of Creation when he fought with Emperor Tian. Does that mean the Peerless Sword Saint has completely surpassed Emperor Tian?" The crowd gasped and looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief.