With horror in his eyes, he stared blankly at Feng Qingyang.
His red hair was flying, his eyes were emotionless, and his clothes were rustling.
"Destroy my magic weapon!" The man roared, and clapped his hands again. Another flying sword flew out, but the light was dim, and it was obviously not as good as the one that was destroyed before.
"Brothers, quickly gather your magic power together and kill this man together."
As he said this, he angrily controlled the flying sword to press it down. The other two looked at each other, and a hint of cruelty flashed in their eyes.
"Three Dragon Shears!"
The three flying swords instantly turned into three dragons in the air, roaring and rushing towards them with their bloody mouths wide open.
"ah… "
Qian Duoduo behind Feng Qingyang was frightened out of her wits. Feng Qingyang looked back and saw that she was pale and trembling.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Feng Qingyang reached out and touched her black hair.
Feng Qingyang's red hair danced as he looked at the three scissors that appeared in the sky and snorted coldly in his heart.
He opened his hands, and the black mist dissipated under the surge of magic power. His left and right hands turned into the size of millstones, and his body was faintly shrouded in a layer of black mist.
"The light of the ants also wants to compete with the bright moon?"
He looked up into the air with disdain and rushed forward with all his might.
The sky and earth lost their color. The sky was originally bright blue, but when he rose up, a layer of black clouds suddenly covered the sky above Dushifang.
Boom!
The millstone-sized fist collided with the Three Dragon Shears, and a loud bang suddenly erupted in the vast sky.
Feng Qingyang was like a demon. He grabbed one of the dragon heads of the Three Dragon Shears with one hand and smashed it down hard with the other hand.
Oh!
The dragon head screamed in pain, and was immediately beaten back into a circle by Feng Qingyang. A flying sword with a dim light was caught in his hand again. "Not good! Retreat!" The man whose flying sword was broken before shouted in fear, and then tried to fly into the void.
"Where are you going... Stay here!"
Feng Qingyang was following behind with unstoppable force, chasing relentlessly, with fists as big as millstones covering the sky like an overwhelming force.
The man felt as if there was a god of death following him from behind, and if he was a little slower, he would be smashed into a pulp.
In the moment of life and death, his life suddenly burned up, and a layer of transparent flame surrounded him. At this time, the other two dragons also chased up from behind and pounced on Feng Qingyang's back.
If he insisted on hitting the fleeing person, he would definitely be seriously injured.
At this critical moment, Feng Qingyang roared loudly and suddenly lunged forward. His speed was so fast that he reached the fleeing person in an instant like a meteor chasing the moon.
"Stay!" he said coldly. Feng Qingyang punched him, and the man trembled, feeling that the end was coming.
Boom!
Snap!
ah…
A scream was heard, accompanied by the sound of broken bones, and the man fell to the ground like a dead dog.
Then Feng Qingyang turned in the air, looked at the oncoming double scissors, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly a murderous intent rose to the sky.
His millstone-sized fist slammed forward to meet the attack.
"Powerful Vajra Palm!" His hand gesture changed.
Boom!
A palm print visible to the naked eye slowly pounced forward, seemingly slow but in fact incredibly fast.
The palm print collided with the double dragon scissors, and suddenly another wave of air spread out.
"Break it for me!" Under the grim gaze of the other two, the pair of scissors let out a painful scream and immediately changed back to its original shape.
The flying sword was covered with cracks and was shaking as it tried to fly back into its owner's hands.
"How can you run away?" Feng Qingyang was determined not to give up. He shook his body and chased after it. He grabbed a handful with one hand, squeezed it hard, and immediately deformed it and threw it on the ground.
"This boy is not simple!"
"This boy will definitely be a dragon among men in the future. Such a person must be born in accordance with the way of heaven and have great fortune."
"But he's a zombie..."
“…!”
Everyone visiting the exhibition gasped and talked about Feng Qingyang in horror.
The battle was over, Feng Qingyang returned to the ground and walked towards the ignorant cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, his eyes full of indifference and contempt.
The man was seen lying on the ground, his chest severely deformed, with several white bones sticking out of his body. He was bleeding from all seven orifices, and thick blood was constantly coming out of his mouth. He was trembling unsteadily.
Judging from the fact that he is breathing out more than breathing in, I'm afraid he can't survive.
"Tell me... who sent you to cause trouble for me..." Feng Qingyang squatted down and spoke softly.
The man seemed to be able to hear something. He tilted his head and looked at Mr. He who was standing at the outermost of the crowd. His throat moved and he wanted to say something but he spit out a mouthful of blood. Finally, his body trembled and his eyes moved before he returned to the world.
Feng Qingyang looked at him dead with an indifferent expression, and walked back to Qian Duoduo in the fearful eyes of everyone. He looked at He Lao intentionally or unintentionally, but saw that he avoided his gaze and did not dare to look at him.
"I came here just to block the stone, but someone is trying to frame me in secret. I hope everyone can open their eyes and not be fooled by appearances."
He was silent for a long time and then uttered such a confusing sentence, which immediately made countless people choke and almost faint.
"Today I am fortunate to have witnessed Mr. He's stone cutting skills. I admire him very much."
As he said this, he glanced meaningfully at Mr. He who was standing on the edge of the crowd. He saw that his eyes were evasive, but his resentment was not concealed at all.
"Unfortunately, I happen to know a little bit about stone cutting, so I would like to learn from Mr. He."
Hearing this, the people watching the fight were all shocked. They originally thought that he wanted to kill people, but in the end he said such words.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Na and He Lao's eyes suddenly lit up.
I had seen him killing people like a demon before. If he wanted to kill me, I would definitely not be able to escape. Just when I was thinking that I was going to be in trouble, I heard him say that he wanted to compete with me. Suddenly, I felt that there was light at the end of the tunnel.
Although his cultivation was not very good, he was extremely confident in his stone-cutting skills. He had heard before that Feng Qingyang knew how to cut stones, and he wanted to compete with him.
So he said, "My friend, that's exactly what you said. I, an old man, would like to learn from you, but I don't know how you want to learn from you!"
Feng Qingyang sneered in his heart, thinking that what a good old fox he was.
So he took a step forward, and with every step he put out a powerful aura. Everyone felt that at this moment he had turned back into the devil he was before, and they all turned pale and retreated.
"I don't ask for anything, but..."
At this point, a cold light flashed in his eyes and he said, "But I want to add a bet!"
"What bet!" asked Mr. He in surprise.
"I want to bet my life with you!"
Hearing this, the people watching the fight were suddenly shocked and looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief. They had all witnessed Mr. He's stone-cutting skills, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a master of stone-cutting.
When they were watching Feng Qingyang, although they knew that he was very powerful, they just didn't believe that his stone-cutting skills were that great. They thought to themselves, wasn't he just courting death
"I just want to ask you, do you dare?"