The big hand flew into the air, and the aura it spread was incredibly strong. The moment it hit Feng Qingyang, the surrounding eight-colored light suddenly collapsed. This powerful aura caused the second-level magic pit to tremble constantly, as if it would collapse and break under the pressure at any time.
The power brought by the superior Dansha made the aura of the Seven Nights Demon King rise to its peak. His big hand was suspended in the air and slowly pressed down, causing the dim sky to begin to sink in a part. Under the constant trembling, it had been completely enveloped and dominated by him.
Feng Qingyang's face was pale. Under this tremendous pressure, he could hear constant vibrations in his body. He used his magic power frantically and struggled to resist the huge hand that was descending from his body.
At the same time, his body kept retreating backwards, his trembling heart retreating, his hands intertwined and he quickly made seals, and fascinating streams of light gathered from his hands. Then his eyes showed madness, he raised his hand and waved it upwards, and thousands of miles of purple light came roaring from the distance.
The moment the purple light appeared, all the powerful rules of the vast void entered his body, shrinking rapidly and shocking everyone. At the same time, the big hand in the air could no longer be suppressed and fell down with a bang.
Almost at the moment of arrival, Feng Qingyang's whole body shook, and then he let out a loud roar. When the big hand descended on his body at the critical moment, with a boom, the thousands of miles of purple light that had originally entered his body suddenly burst out.
Boom, boom, boom! The void trembled, causing the dim aura to quickly roll back like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, stirring up gusts of wind and waves. The roar was endless, echoing madly in all directions.
Feng Qingyang spat out a large mouthful of blood, and intense pain spread throughout his body, as if he was being tortured to death. Every inch of his skin felt heart-wrenching, and he almost exploded and died. His extremely hard bones broke inch by inch under this powerful blow.
After taking the top-grade Dansha, the Demon King of the Seven Nights felt like he had been injected with chicken blood. He was in a state of inexplicable madness. Seeing that Feng Qingyang was at a disadvantage, his originally gloomy face finally showed a hint of arrogant smile.
Click.
The demonic power penetrated through his body, pierced through the body of the supreme ancestor of zombies, and shot out from the back, bringing up bursts of blood rain, staining the sky with blood, it was extremely tragic, and in just a confrontation, Feng Qingyang was almost beaten to pieces and died.
It was too powerful. The power brought by the top-grade Dansha almost overdrew all the strength of the Seven Nights Demon King. Every blow could cause serious damage to Feng Qingyang, and every blow was even a fatal blow, making him constantly hover on the edge of life and death.
"Kuang, aren't you very crazy? Aren't you the inheritor of the immortal way?" The Seven Nights Demon King stepped on the void, and with every step he took, there was a feeling of mountain shaking and earth trembling. The dull heartbeat was like the booming war drum, the war song sounded, the heartbeat did not stop, and the fighting had reached a climax at this time.
Feng Qingyang groaned, and did not say a word in the face of the Seven Nights Demon King's sarcasm. Instead, he stared at him straight, with a meaningful gleam in his deep eyes. At the same time, his inner vigilance instantly turned into fear.
He did not take the Seven Nights Demon King seriously, but after the other party swallowed the top-grade Dansha, he already possessed the absolute power to kill him. This is why he was so afraid. Not only that, at the moment of collision with the white bone hand, he clearly felt the huge damage force at that moment, and it seemed that he was almost completely blown up.
Intense pain spread throughout his body. If it were anyone else, he would have died long ago. Even if he didn't die, he would have collapsed in the pain. However, Feng Qingyang did not do that. He did not even turn around to escape upwards. He ignored the pain in his body. His smile instantly turned into a hideous one. He suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at the void again.
With this finger, the purple light gathered again, forming a huge lightsaber that flew into the air and began to strangle the big hand power that had not yet completely dissipated.
The purple light flashed, and it almost instantly arrived in front of the giant white bone hand. Although this scene seemed slow, it was actually extremely fast, and happened in just a few breaths.
The moment the two touched, the lightsaber transformed by purple light actually pierced through the center of the huge bony hand and cut it fiercely into pieces in the void. Faintly, there seemed to be a muffled groan, and the huge hand was trembling, still approaching Feng Qingyang, but in the end, it was strangled to pieces by the purple light and fell into the void.
"You think you can kill me? What a joke. Since I, Feng Qingyang, debuted, I have gone through hardships that you can hardly imagine, and countless life-and-death situations. If you can kill me, doesn't it mean that I have lived my life in vain?"
His flesh and blood were all over the place. His originally snow-white Taoist robe had turned into a strange purple-red color under the invasion of blood. Blood kept flowing out of the wound. His voice was a little hoarse, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, almost turning into a flash of light, aggressively passing through the void, passing through the powerful laws, and directly looking into the eyes of the Seven Night Demon King.
His magic power was running wildly and his injuries were recovering quickly. The zombie body was already extremely powerful. Unless it was killed with one blow, it was basically difficult to kill it. Especially with the power of the Green Lotus of Creation in his body, it made him almost immortal.
The Seven Nights Demon King frowned, his expression became even more ferocious. Feng Qingyang's wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wound that was bleeding profusely a moment ago was healed within just a few breaths. At least nothing could be seen from the outside.
In an instant, he suddenly felt palpitations. The opponent was too powerful. Even if he had swallowed the top-grade Dansha, he still could not kill him in one blow. If he continued to tremble like this, once the power of the elixir disappeared, he would fall into an unprecedented period of weakness, like a defenseless chicken. Even an ancient god who appeared randomly could crush him to death.
Feng Qingyang shook his body, and purple air came from the east for 80,000 miles. As it spread, his long hair fluttered and rippled in all directions, each strand dancing like a sharp sword. Coupled with his bright eyes, he released a dazzling light curtain, and in an instant, the distance between them was shortened.
Instead of retreating, he advanced and returned to the place where he was originally blasted away by the opponent. He was not a fool and naturally knew that Dansha's power would not last long.
Since the opponent can blow up his physical body, he might as well let him come a few more times. He seemed very nonchalant when he said it, but no one knew that for him, these injuries were nothing more than walking directly on the brink of life and death. It was almost a pure gamble. Once he was killed by one blow, he would perish here. But if he was not dead and his body was constantly destroyed and reorganized, then this injury was his fate.