The faces of many monks changed, and they looked at the collapsing sky in front of them with lingering fear.
The moment when the profound secret of the sword bursts out is a brief moment, like walking on the edge of life and death, treading on thin ice, and if you are not careful, you will die here.
This was only the aftermath. They really couldn't imagine what Feng Qingyang, who was sealed in the center, was facing. Could it be that as the peerless swordsman said, the sky evolved there was the world of swordsmanship
Shaoqing pondered, Qian Shangli frowned, staring deeply ahead, with a deep worry flashing in his eyes. The strength unleashed by the other party was so great that even he felt his life was threatened.
Although Feng Qingyang is invincible and is the super overlord of the modern times, the Peerless Sword Saint is also an unparalleled genius of the ancient times. The collision between the two can be described as a tit-for-tat.
"You won't die this time?"
Outside the sky, the peerless swordsman stood with his hands behind his back, sheathing his two swords. His green Taoist robe turned dark red, which was the backlash he had endured, and the severe damage it caused to himself in the end.
This was originally a super magical power that would result in mutual destruction and loss of both sides. Although he was standing calmly in the void at this moment, in fact, he was already at the end of his strength. He was afraid that any random cultivator who appeared from any direction could easily blow him up.
Within a radius of a hundred feet, the void was destroyed by the Zhutian Sword, forming an eternal void. From this place, one could see the sky and even the starry sky. The stars that were supposed to appear above the head actually appeared in this black hole. The magnificent scenery shook everyone's heart.
There was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Although it was very faint, it would be almost unnoticeable if you didn't look carefully. But he was smiling. This was a kind of satisfaction, not the inner pleasure of killing Feng Qingyang.
In fact, even he himself had never used this move. In other words, the decisive battle with Feng Qingyang was the strongest magical power he had ever comprehended in his life, and it was also the first time he used it.
A faint smile fell on the billions of eyes that were paying attention to this place, and his face was deeply engraved in their hearts. If such a peerless hero could really grow up, he would probably be infinitely close to the position of Saint. With them around, how could the spiritual world be destroyed
This is no longer a question of different positions, but that they have brought hope to many compromised monks in the constant fighting. I don't want to die, so no one can destroy me, right
However, just as everyone was thinking differently, a violent cough suddenly came from the sky ahead. The sound seemed very tired, like an old man in his twilight years, whose last bit of life could be taken away by the breeze at any time.
But when this voice appeared, everyone's face changed again, their mouths and tongues became numb, they swallowed hard, looked ahead in disbelief, and their eyes almost popped out.
After a brief silence, the ancient cultivators suddenly burst into warm cheers. Even Qian Shangli and Li Ge, who were not good at talking and laughing, showed a hint of joy on their indifferent faces.
Mo Qianxiao was even more amazing. At some point he had gathered countless female monks and turned them into a charming team. They danced gracefully, performing a stubborn yet strong dance under the sound of Tao.
"I'm still alive, and it's good to be alive," Hu Zi was so excited that his eyes filled with tears. He was naturally a true character. Although he seemed a little stupid, his heart was bright. He had the attitude of "the world laughs at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at the world for not seeing through me."
The Saint Prince and Gai Jiuyou also had slightly moist eyes. Perhaps it was because they had spent more time with Feng Qingyang than anyone else, so that their feelings for each other were even deeper.
"Cough cough..." The coughing sound gradually became stronger, and a blood-red figure slowly walked out from the starry sky. His steps were unsteady and he was about to fall down at any time, and purple-gold blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.
He walked through the green world, and green lotuses bloomed wherever he passed. The tender and juicy lotus leaves spread a shocking breath of life between heaven and earth. Although his demeanor seemed embarrassed and fragile, at this moment, his supreme demeanor was almost instantly engraved in the deepest part of everyone's soul, making them unforgettable. Even if he was reincarnated, his figure would probably be brought deep into the cycle of reincarnation.
"I was wondering, how could he die? Junior brother has already reached the limit on the brink of life and death. Compared to us, he can see farther and think further." Mo Qianxiao had tears in her eyes but a smile on her face. Looking at Feng Qingyang walking out of the darkness, she almost didn't know how to express her inner joy.
The cultivators from ancient, medieval and modern times all stared at Feng Qingyang in a daze. After a brief noise, they fell into silence again. They didn't know how Feng Qingyang survived, but they also vaguely guessed a possibility.
Feng Qingyang has been invincible throughout his life and has rarely been defeated. How could he fall so easily? If so, how could he be called the third will of the spirit world
Half a year ago in the same place, Di Tian came with thousands of troops to conquer, using all his life's knowledge and burning his soul and blood, but he was still crushed by Feng Qingyang and beaten mercilessly.
Now, he once again used tyrannical means to survive this magical power that could destroy the star field. Who said that attacking means killing the opponent? It is only when the opponent's strongest magical power cannot do anything to you that you can be called invincible.
Emperor Tian was a brilliant and undefeated hero in the Middle Ages, but he still died at the hands of Feng Qingyang. Now, only half a year has passed, and I am afraid that the undefeated legend of the ancient times will be buried under the name of Feng Qingyang again.
He was destined to be powerful throughout his life, to suppress all existences, and to be an invincible monster. In just a few hundred years, he rose in the spiritual world and wandered on the edge of life and death. Every time, he would grow until he reached his current level, and no one could look down on him anymore.
Moreover, he himself is a zombie and has had many misfortunes in his life. Even the suppression of heaven could not bring him to his death completely. Perhaps there really is someone protecting him in secret. However, in the eyes of everyone, he has relied on himself to get from the lowest zombie to his current position.
"The young supreme, the undefeated god of war, the eternal myth!" Countless people burst into cheers in silence, looking at Feng Qingyang with admiration. This was the first time they witnessed the rise of a man. No matter what race he was, he belonged to the ancient times after all. It was their honor to be in the same era with him.
"You are our legend!"