The two men laughed wildly, splitting the sky; thunder shook the heavens, and the entire ocean was rumbling and shaking. Even though they didn't know each other, they knew that those who came had bad intentions and those who were kind would not come.
As they appeared, Qian Shangli frowned and thought to himself that it was troublesome. If the attacks continued like this, with one falling and another appearing, what would happen
This time, it was supposed to be the day of the decisive battle between Feng Qingyang and the Peerless Sword Saint, but for some reason, so many quasi-saints and extreme strong men appeared. Perhaps it was because the Nine-Nine Calamities had been deduced to the Three-Element Calamity.
Or, it could be said that this was the spirit of Heaven, commanding all the heroes to completely kill Feng Qingyang with iron-blooded means. Only when he died, would this epic battle be completely settled.
The wind blew without leaving a trace, washing away all the dust. Feng Qingyang looked suddenly as he looked at the ten powerful beings who had gathered together again. It was obviously impossible for him to not be troubled. Just looking at the number made his scalp numb, not to mention that he was not in his prime yet.
However, at least he had defeated several super powerful beings and devoured their blood and essence. Otherwise, he would have collapsed long ago. In the eyes of others, this was almost a losing situation. With so many powerful people, who could help
Even if it is Qian Shangli and others, as well as the Peerless Sword Saint, two fists are no match for four hands. Even if they are powerful, even if they are at a terrifying level, what are their chances of survival under the siege of these powerful men
"Just a small zombie, but you have to mobilize such a large force. I don't know how you got by. Do you think your cultivation was acquired by drinking milk?" Along with the cold voice, the void descended upon the few people again, stepping on the heaven and earth, chasing the wind and the moon, and appearing above the sea in a whirlwind.
"Is this ever going to end?" Tens of thousands of ancient cultivators were almost in despair. Looking at the powerful cultivators who kept appearing, they were stunned and felt bitter in their hearts. If their own cultivation was not enough, they really wished they could replace Feng Qingyang and fight for him.
"What is coming will eventually come. If enemies come, we will fight them; if water comes, we will block it with earth. Do you think I am afraid of you?" Feng Qingyang waved his hand to stop Qian Shangli and others from taking action.
This is his battlefield, and it is also his battle alone. He does not need help from others. No matter who it is, he will conquer the world by himself and suppress them all until they are completely defeated.
Even if he shed his last drop of blood, he would still look down upon the world and control the sky. He stood there, looking indifferently at the quasi-saints and extreme strong men who kept appearing. Too many lice will not itch. In Feng Qingyang's eyes, they are just a number in the end.
"You are a hero, a true hero." An ancient powerful man spoke. Feng Qingyang's pride and unyielding spirit made them admire him very much. If he was not an enemy, then he must be a close friend who would share life and death with him.
"I'm afraid this is the first time that so many quasi-saints have appeared since ancient times." Feng Qingyang sighed, a trace of desolation flashed across his face, and then he said: "Different positions mean no life or death. Even if I don't take action, you will continue to fight. It's better to solve everything today."
"Knowing that you will die, aren't you afraid?" A powerful figure from the ancient times spoke. He held a large sword in his hand, which was surrounded by a dragon shape. The radiating light almost condensed into actual murderous intent.
Upon hearing this, countless people trembled. Apart from the tens of thousands of ancient cultivators present at the scene, the billions of living beings whose spiritual consciousness gathered here almost simultaneously felt sorry for Feng Qingyang. In their opinion, this peerless genius was about to perish here.
How helpless is it to die here before you have truly grown up? "Different positions also determine life and death. We will fight to the death." Another great being spoke, with a sinister demonic aura that rolled and undulated. The position they stood on crushed the heavens and shook the ancient star Tianxuan.
"Let's fight until we die." Feng Qingyang said lightly, and at the same time sent a message to Qian Shangli and others, asking them to retreat to the edge. Everyone was unwilling in their hearts, but under Feng Qingyang's sharp eyes, they silently retreated. At that moment, they all felt humiliated in their hearts. This was an insult, a naked insult. It was not Feng Qingyang who insulted them, but themselves.
It was not until this moment that they deeply felt the insufficiency of their own strength. They watched their brothers beside them die, while they were powerless to do anything.
Mo Qianxiao cried. She smiled bitterly and shed silent tears, like a snow lotus in Tianshan Mountain, with a cold and desperate aura, as if waiting for something, waiting for the final rebirth? Or should I say despair
In their opinion, a one-man battle is a situation of certain death, with no possibility of turning the tide. The number of quasi-saints and powerful people gathered here accounts for at least one-third of the current spiritual world.
Such a shocking lineup, let's ask, looking at the entire spiritual world, whether it is ancient, medieval, or recent, how many people can face it? This is a kind of pride of Feng Qingyang.
So many strong men besieging one person, isn't this a kind of glory? Under the heavens, there has never been anyone like him before or after him, only Feng Qingyang can do this. He said that the path he was taking was destined to be so iron-blooded, either you die or I die, there is no third possibility.
He fought endlessly throughout his life, and encountered situations where he was sure to be killed in almost every realm. Even though he didn't know whether he had a future, even if he knew who the killer was, he would face it calmly and walk towards death generously. However, at the moment of death, he would use up his life to turn the tide and fight for a chance of survival.
"Hmph, killing? That's what you should kill. You're not a Saint, do you really think you can fight all of us by yourself?" Someone sneered, not accustomed to Feng Qingyang's indifference. As he spoke, the wind and the clouds surged, and he could no longer suppress the violent murderous intent in his heart.
"After this battle, I will determine the outcome of the battle and defeat ignorant ants like you. Our life levels are no longer on the same plane, you poor creatures." Feng Qingyang confronted this person. This person was his mortal enemy and was the first person who wanted to kill him once and for all.
His words spread into the void, and were refracted by the mirrors of countless people with great magical powers, projecting this image onto almost every planet of cultivation. Countless people were moved when they heard them. These words looked down on all the strong men in the world. This was not stupidity or ignorance, but courage and confidence.
He took a step back and sat cross-legged in the void. A green lotus appeared behind him with a bang. The Blood Dance Demon Sword in his hand disappeared, replaced by a lotus leaf. He gently stroked the lotus leaf, and the calmness on his face turned into madness the moment he raised his hand.
"The heaven and earth are like a blue lotus, creating all things." Feng Qingyang said calmly.