He spoke very arrogantly. When the cultivators from all directions heard his words, their faces changed and they felt powerless in their hearts. How could they resist such a Saint, or such a disciple
Not to mention anything else, just the sudden appearance of eight quasi-saints and extremely powerful masters were enough to suffocate them. Feng Qingyang was indeed very strong, but he could not hold his own after all. Could he withstand these eight extremely powerful masters
There was complete silence all around. One could almost hear the beating of each monk's heart and their rapid breathing. No one spoke.
But the same thing is that all eyes were focused on Feng Qingyang, which contained too much deep meaning, hope, expectation, and trust. Although no one spoke, and they were not as indignant as before, Feng Qingyang still felt a warm current in his heart.
Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Don’t look down on a young man because he is poor, Feng Qingyang said lightly. He was not only telling himself, but also silently telling the tens of thousands of ancient monks who supported him from all directions.
Qian Shangli's expression was moved. Every time he stood with Feng Qingyang, he would feel a kind of passion in his blood, as if he was fighting with him and was invincible. He flicked the green steel sword in his hand.
The crisp vibration sounded very pleasant to the ears. After spreading in all directions, it turned into his own rhyme of Tao. The rules of reincarnation collided with Dan Mingwang silently. His raised thumb was pressed down immediately under the pressure of the rules of reincarnation.
As his fingers loosened, the aura that had been suppressing everyone suddenly disappeared. At that moment, they were like walking on the edge of death. When all the pressure dissipated, they did not retreat, but stood firmly in place.
If I leave now, wouldn't it be a joke for these old immortals from the ancient and middle ages? Those who can stand here and watch the battle, regardless of their character, even if they usually do evil, may be one of the billions of creatures that appeared in the nine major forces, or may be a casual cultivator who survived the first wave of catastrophe. In their hearts, there is a kind of blood, that is a soul that is about to burn.
The peerless swordsman's eyebrows trembled, and his low breath suddenly became surging. He came to Feng Qingyang with a whoosh, holding the sword in both hands, and turned his palm, swallowing something unknown.
However, after he devoured it, his originally weak aura suddenly disappeared, and he stood beside Feng Qingyang intact: "I shouldn't have interfered in this matter, but Feng Qingyang has become a close friend to me. If you want to kill him, you have to first defeat my body."
Hearing this, everyone in the four directions was shocked and looked at the peerless swordsman in disbelief. They didn't know what he was thinking. Didn't he know that Feng Qingyang was his enemy? You know, Feng Qingyang defeated him not long ago and almost killed him.
But now, he actually made such an unbelievable choice. Feng Qingyang turned around and just looked at him deeply without saying anything. Ordinary people might not notice that at this moment, he had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Destiny should indeed be controlled in one's own hands. Since I am known as the unrivaled, I must take back this title. Don't think that I will not kill you just because I come to help you."
The Peerless Sword Saint said suddenly, he was still so arrogant, as if the previous failure had been deeply forgotten by him, but only Feng Qingyang himself understood the meaning of his words.
The Fire Spirit King's eyes flashed, and after a moment of silence, he immediately left the core circle and came to the position of the monks watching the battle from all directions. Perhaps he also admired Feng Qingyang a little, but this was just admiration. If he was to fight for him just for this, it would be a bit not worth it.
With the addition of the Peerless Sword Saint, the number of people on Feng Qingyang's side is now enough to completely crush the opponent. It seems that without them realizing it, the balance of victory has begun to tilt in their direction.
"What a big show! Do you think that your large numbers can suppress us?" King Dan Ming looked a little ugly, but his face still exuded absolute confidence. Obviously, he still had a trump card that he hadn't played yet.
"As for you, if you want to start a war between us, I would be happy." At this point, he glared at the Peerless Sword Saint with an extremely gloomy look. The action of this ancient mighty was far beyond his expectations.
Feng Qingyang secretly laughed, but his expression was still solemn: "Stop talking nonsense, today I want to see whether it is you who dies or me who dies."
"You can try it." Dan Mingwang said in a sinister tone. He grinned, and his white teeth reflected a gleam that frightened everyone.
Buzz... Buzz.
Almost as Dan Mingwang finished speaking, several deafening buzzing sounds were heard, and a powerful aura broke through the air again. Countless rays of light shot out, rippling on this already fragile sea.
"Just relying on a bunch of you rabble, you think you can go against the will of heaven?" A voice full of foolish laughter spread throughout the world, and along with this voice, countless terrifying auras crushed over.
Tens of thousands of monks took a deep breath and stared at the person who appeared in amazement. When had the power of these hermits become as common as cabbages
This time, seven quasi-saints and extremely powerful warriors came at once again. Compared with Dan Mingwang and others, these later ones seemed a little arrogant.
His eyebrows and nose were almost raised to the sky. He looked at Feng Qingyang without blinking, exerting an unknown amount of pressure secretly, as if he wanted to suppress him completely in this way.
However, they were disappointed. Feng Qingyang just stood there quietly, his expression silent. His violent murderous intent did not diminish in the slightest, and he turned a blind eye to the pressure they secretly exerted on him.
"Cough cough..." Feng Qingyang started coughing, and blood came out of the corner of his mouth. The purple-gold blood dripped onto his clothes that were almost soaked, making him look even more weird.
"Is it the last gasp of a spent force?" King Dan Ming sneered. He was already thinking about how to kill him in front of all these people.
He even thought about how to deprive him of his good fortune, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously. But when he thought of so many people who had the same idea as him, he became helpless again.
Originally he thought that with the strength in numbers, he could easily crush Feng Qingyang, but now he felt that having too many people would be a burden.
"Oh my god, with so many powerful people, how can Feng Qingyang fight?"
"What are you afraid of? Don't you still believe in him? He is our undefeated legend..." Voices of concern and encouragement arose wisely. At this moment, the originally silent crowd connected again.
Feng Qingyang took a deep look at everyone, then fixed his gaze on King Dan Ming and said, "I want to use your blood to commemorate the brothers who died for me before!"