He held the Pangu Axe in his hand, turned his magic power, injected his will and soul into it, and with a thought, he chopped again towards the golden light in front of him.
The loud noise shook the heavens and the earth, and it was unstoppable, destroying all the heavens and worlds, and even the distant sky and stars were heard with a bang under this powerful momentum.
The axe was so powerful that it caused the golden light that was diffused to immediately rewind under the momentum of the axe. A crisp cracking sound was heard, like a broken eggshell.
Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked. Although he seemed strong, the recoil force this time made him feel very uncomfortable. His throat felt sweet and he almost vomited blood. His body was pushed far away backwards. The broken wound at the base of his right hand holding the axe was visible to the naked eye.
The bones at the wound were almost broken. The power of Pangu Axe still frightened Feng Qingyang. He was not having a good time, and the Hou Zun on the opposite side was also in great pain.
He swayed on the spot, and although he did not retreat, Feng Qingyang's axe had obviously injured him. When he thought of the word "injured", he became furious.
He glared, but saw that Feng Qingyang was moving again. The injury on his palm was quickly healed under the power of faith. Then he grabbed the void with his other hand, and in an instant, the distorted void was turned into a long whip.
With a shake, it instantly turned into a hundred feet long, and the blood-red light flooded the sky and the earth, heading straight for the Qilin Master.
"It's just a trifle."
"Really?" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly and rushed towards him with an axe in his hand. His body swayed in the air, and each time he appeared in a different position. It was obviously a very short distance, a distance that seemed to be reachable in a few steps, but with his strange shuttle, he entered the long river of time and space.
Huo Zun also snorted coldly, holding a golden long sword, and rushed forward with his sleeves swung. The two of them were the most powerful magic weapons in the world. They fought hand-to-hand with their true bodies. When they came into contact, there was a roar like an explosion.
Amidst the roar, two different rays of light covered the entire spiritual world. If someone woke up at this moment, they would surely be horrified to discover that the spiritual world was actually cut in half by the two rays of light.
Pangu's axe and the golden sword kept colliding, while Feng Qingyang's other hand kept fighting with Huo Zun. The two of them collided in the most primitive way, punching each other.
That kind of ultimate physical body is unparalleled in the world and has reached the pinnacle. Perhaps he himself is in a superior position, but the golden sword in his hand is still slightly inferior to Pangu Axe.
After all, he was sacrificed by Hou Zun, and his foundation was much inferior to Pangu Axe. This magical weapon that came out in the Second Era was made of no known material, or it could be said that it was born from chaos.
At this moment, amid the roar, the golden sword was retreating step by step. Feng Qingyang was like a mountain pressing down on his head, constantly bombarding forward. The roar echoing in the void was like the beating of a war drum.
Moreover, under the extreme collision of Pangu Axe, the originally bright light began to dim, and some faint marks appeared on the blade of the long sword, and the aura on it also became weak.
"Tell me, what else can you use to fight me? This is the trend of the times, why do you have to do this?" Feng Qingyang held the axe in his hand, turned on the spot, and chopped it down fiercely with the axe.
With a loud bang, that extreme collision sounded again. The golden sword suddenly began to roll back, and the blade broke into pieces that spread in all directions and directly blasted into the sky. A thousand-foot-long crack appeared in the void.
Feng Qingyang held the Pangu Axe in his hand, and his body flashed and disappeared. At the same time, Huo Zun also snorted coldly, glared with his eyes, and his supreme will made the golden sword reborn.
Boom!
When he appeared again, he was standing directly next to Qiong Zun, with Pangu's axe swung down, and his fist, with the domineering power of an emperor and the supreme majesty of the zombie clan, came down with a loud bang.
Under this punch, no matter how Huo Zun tried to resist, his attack missed every time. The knife pierced through Feng Qingyang's body but could not hurt him at all.
It seemed that the space where he existed at this moment had already entered the river of time. It seemed to be right in front of him, but in fact what separated them was not distance, but time.
His pupils suddenly contracted, but it was too late. Feng Qingyang threw a punch. Three big worlds were spinning on his fist, but the terrifying thing was that he himself was actually emitting an ancient figure.
He couldn't see the appearance clearly, but that aura was too familiar to Huo Zun, almost to the point of being familiar with it to the soul. Even after ten thousand years of reincarnation, he could not forget it.
From a distance, this scene looked truly astonishing. It seemed that the one holding the axe was not Feng Qingyang, but Pangu, who had transcended and entered the supreme realm of gods.
Breaking time with an axe and attacking with its own powerful force, the thousand-foot-tall figure punched down. Its power was naturally self-evident. The piercing roar cut through the space and approached the chest of Huo Zun infinitely.
It goes without saying that this blurry figure is the former Pangu. However, this is not the real Pangu, but a trace of his soul that was left in the axe.
He held the axe in both hands and chopped towards the Qiong Zun in front of him, as if he was creating the world. The irresistible power made Qiong Zun's eyes shrink and turn cold. He roared and met the attack with a backhand punch.
“Want to kill me? You are not qualified! I am the will of heaven, and I am the controller of the Third Era. I was born from the head of the great god Pangu. It’s a joke that you want to kill me. You are looking for death.” This roar was earth-shattering, shattering the endless light in all directions. The moment he swung his fist, the body of the Hou Zun suddenly appeared.
That former one of the four ancient gods, with a single horn shining with cold light on his proud head, rushed straight towards the axe, opened his bloody mouth, and wanted to swallow it in one gulp.
In this aspect of the starry sky, a hurricane appeared out of nowhere, whistling and sweeping in all directions, tearing the sky apart. Even though Feng Qingyang was extremely powerful at this moment, he was still shaken by this storm-like counterattack. The phantom of Pangu behind him was distorted for a moment in this corner and almost collapsed.
Feng Qingyang groaned, unable to suppress the injuries in his body any longer. He vomited blood, which turned into a blood arrow that shot into the sky. However, the moment it appeared, it was swallowed by Pangu's Axe.
"Let's end it!" Feng Qingyang's long hair flew everywhere, he was unstoppable. Even if they would die together, he had exhausted all his strength and collided with Huo Zun. His strongest fist landed on Huo Zun's chest, shattering his defense and the opponent's body and reaching his heart.
"No matter what, at least you have to admit that you have lost." Feng Qingyang clenched his right hand into a claw and grabbed the void. As he flipped it, a huge curtain of light covered the sky.