From this we can see that the opponent's body is very strong.
In a battle that spanned the ages, time could only crush her body but not break her bones. She was the first person in modern times to prove her truth with her corpse and became one of the nine great saints today, ushering in her peak and glorious moment.
After countless years of practice, no one knew how powerful she had become. Even if she cut herself with a sword and lowered her Dharma body, her red face and white bones could still easily roam the world and crush everything.
Xuan Zun's pupils flickered. Whether it was her magical powers or her physical body, she dominated the universe. She seemed a little crazy. In order to survive, she almost used all her tricks. Moreover, she still wanted to collide with Feng Qingyang in the way she was best at, shattering his invincible heart, crushing his body, and collapsing his strongest will.
"Damn it, so hateful." Qian Shangli clenched his fists. He was not far from the battle circle and was very intelligent. He could tell what the other party wanted to do with just one glance.
This was clearly a humiliation to Feng Qingyang. Not only was it a humiliation, but it was also trampling on Feng Qingyang's dignity in front of billions of creatures in the spiritual world, shattering his heart of Taoism and making him fall into a state of despair. The hatred in his heart was so poisonous that it could be said to be extraordinary.
Moreover, Feng Qingyang is at a disadvantage now. It is his bad luck to face such a person. The bombardment of magical powers cannot break the opponent's laws of time and space, and the physical strangulation can only be evenly matched. After all, now he is not only fighting against the Dharma image of the Holy Lord who cut himself with a sword, but also has to fight against the divine power that keeps imprisoning him.
Listening to Xuan Zun's mocking words and the opponent's burning bones, flames rose in his heart and unsuppressible anger spread from the Corpse King's blood. He clenched his fists, and there was a crackling sound between the friction of bones. He could only try his best to relieve the suppression of the void on his body so that he could exert all his strength to fight Xuan Zun.
If he were really crushed by the opponent, it would not only destroy his own Taoism, but even his path of cultivation would be cut off from then on. He could not afford to lose, and he could not lose. If he lost, he would not only lose his life, but also too many reluctances. All of these were hidden in his heart, waiting for his rise to reveal them one by one.
Moreover, this was also a humiliation. Feng Qingyang had been practicing Taoism until now, and since he had achieved great success, when had he ever endured such a humiliation? Although the other party was a saint who cut himself with a knife, so what
Ordinary people would not be surprised, and might even think that it was a great honor for him to be able to fight with the Holy Lord. However, in Feng Qingyang's view, this was his life, his dignity, and his bloodline, and he would not allow a woman to trample on it.
Anything he trampled on would be deeply engraved in his heart, just like the moment when Xiaozhu was snatched away by that mysterious young man. He could not forget the look of superiority and contempt for everything.
He seemed so fragile under the great calamity, feeling lonely and helpless as he was hostile to the world. He wanted to break the way of heaven and become an emperor, but he had to face both heavenly and human calamities. Moreover, facing Xuan Zun, he was suppressed to the weakest state. He could not break the opponent's laws of time and space, which meant that he could not kill him.
Feng Qingyang's blood was beating violently, and the purple-gold light burned the heavens. Under the deep rainbow, it burned all over the world, flowing along the broken wounds on his body and spreading all over the void, carrying his unyielding and unwillingness, and turning into a torrent to resist the suppression of the laws of the void.
The whole person turned into a bloody man under the violent pressure. Because of his arrogance, his blood, and his supreme invincibility, his blood spilled in the void was not in vain. Instead, after it appeared, it suddenly turned into a copper wall and iron wall, like a thorny armor. As it rotated, it cut off all the rules of heaven that were squeezing in, so as to gain his own freedom.
Even though he was bleeding, only in this way could he exert 100% of his strength, kill Xuan Zun, devour the essence of his Dharma body, strengthen himself, and become the strongest.
He was becoming stronger with every breath, his Dantian world was almost taking shape, and his body was undergoing earth-shaking changes under the pressure.
"His bloodline is truly extraordinary." Above the sky, the pupils of the other Saints all shrank. Their positions also destined them to have extraordinary knowledge. Only the Lord of the City of Sin had a smile on his face. It seemed that all this was within his imagination.
"Your blood will be drained, your body will be broken, and your bones will become nutrients to strengthen me." Xuan Zun laughed wildly. She did not look like a lady at all. On the contrary, her white bones were flashing a terrifying white light. No matter how you looked at it, it was eerie and cold to the extreme.
And just after Feng Qingyang's blood was spilled all over the void, the essence contained in it quickly merged with the void. After being cut, it turned into countless spiritual auras. Anyone who smelled it would tremble in the soul, not because of fear, but excitement, as if they had taken a tonic pill.
“His blood can be a rare tonic.” Countless people exclaimed in secret, especially those quasi-saints who were extremely powerful. They saw the hope of a breakthrough in this blood that was integrated with the void.
However, even if they wanted to take action, it would be impossible. After all, this matter was of no trivial matter. The opponent's strength had completely cut off their desire to take action, unless, unless Feng Qingyang was already seriously injured and at the end of his strength, perhaps there was still a chance to fight him.
Feng Qingyang rushed forward with high spirits. With every step he took, the spirit world seemed to tremble. He faced Xuan Zun's Dharma body head-on and threw a punch that shook the earth and sent it flying far away. It only stopped after tumbling in the air for countless miles.
However, this was a situation where both sides suffered losses. Although Xuan Zun was repelled, his body was once again damaged under the overload.
"The sword comes." Feng Qingyang raised his hand, and a huge sword condensed out of thin air, surrounded by purple light, coming from the east for 80,000 miles, covering the sky and the earth, blocking out the sun.
The terrifying power accumulated and broke the sky and shook the chaos. Feng Qingyang held a long sword in his hand, his blood flowing, and he ran straight towards him with the sword in his hand.
With a swing of the sword, he cut off thousands of things, and his blood flowed smoothly to resist the rules of heaven. At the same time, he used the blood of the Corpse King to imprison all directions. Feng Qingyang licked his lips and became ruthless.
The third will crushed away, and the intention of sealing followed. The three artistic conceptions that surpassed the way of heaven were always effective. They almost froze the sky for a moment, and then rushed forward quickly.
The opponent's laws of time and space spread in all directions and intertwined with each other. Feng Qingyang chopped the air with a swish. Almost immediately after the laws of time and space shuttled through, Xuan Zun sneered, and his staff flew into the air, lightly pointing towards the void.
"break,"
With a puff, Feng Qingyang flew backwards, blood gushing out of his body, and he turned upside down and sank into an ancient star.