This time he fought Wu Zili on equal terms again. In the two collisions, both of them put in their full strength without reservation. The powerful might of the five times could even destroy the world.
After the collision, the earth shook and made a buzzing sound. People's scalps really went numb, and they broke out in cold sweats and kept backing away.
Feng Qingyang took the shot from Wu Zili, but he suffered some injuries himself. After all, the other party was the prince of the Tianyao Sect, who had a heritage of tens of thousands of years and the bloodline of the Great Sage. Each of his moves contained the power of heaven and earth, and every swing could mobilize the momentum of heaven and earth. What a powerful force this was.
It was natural that Feng Qingyang was defeated in terms of moves, but how could he give in so easily? The two were of the same age, equally passionate, and equally possessed the heart of a peerless genius, so this battle would surely be extremely brutal, and would not stop until one of them fell.
He didn't move his hands, his body spun in the air, his wings flashed, and a strong wind was blown up, making the air rustle. Feng Qingyang retreated repeatedly in this strong wind.
"Take my shot again!"
He shot out his spear like a dragon, and the golden dragon that was shredded by Feng Qingyang before reappeared. It shuttled through the void, and its scales shone with folds of brilliance in the sun. Wu Zili was wrapped in the golden dragon, his long hair fluttered, and a pair of sword-like eyebrows soared into the sky. He flapped his wings for a while, and immediately rushed forward with the power to pierce the heaven and earth.
Feng Qingyang stood firmly in place, no matter how strong the wind was, he was as solid as a rock in the wind.
Zombies are a race abandoned by God. If they are abandoned by God, there must be a reason. Their bodies are strong and hard, how can they be shaken by just a mere shot from him
When he saw his gun turn into a golden spear whistling in the sky, he suddenly remembered a book of martial arts he had found during archaeological excavation - "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing", which was a unique skill in the martial arts world.
“We are both dragons, so let’s see who is stronger, you or me!” He had extraordinary comprehension, and instantly imprinted the essence of “Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing” in his mind.
His body remained motionless, his left leg slightly bent, his right arm bent inward, and he drew a circle with his right palm, while all his magic power roared into his palm.
At this moment, the phantom behind his body suddenly roared towards the sky. The phantom of the divine dragon that Feng Qingyang had condensed was actually shattered by him, but it also moved according to Feng Qingyang's martial arts.
His red hair fluttered as he calmly looked at the flying dragon. He thrust his palm forward fiercely and said naturally, "The Lord has regrets..."
As soon as the word "regret" came out, the situation changed again. The black shadow behind him suddenly rushed out, as if it was about to condense into a solid entity. It was countless feet tall and looked like a huge black mountain.
He raised one foot and stomped down with a bang. To others, it looked like Feng Qingyang was holding a mountain and pressing down with a bang.
Boom!
The black mountain pressed down, and the golden dragon let out a sharp roar before being crushed to pieces by the black shadow. Wu Zili was even more deeply trapped in it.
The square shook, and the ground suddenly sank one meter in an instant, and the covering light shield cracked into countless cracks under this step.
As soon as the cracks appeared, the pressure in the arena was immediately revealed, and the people watching the game outside were blown to the ground, their faces turned pale, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.
They all fled into the void to watch, no longer daring to stay on the ground. There was horror in their eyes, and at the same time they were wondering what the palm that Feng Qingyang had just struck out was, and how it could have such power.
The black shadow stood proudly in the middle of the scene. At this moment, its body suddenly began to crack rapidly. Crack! A golden figure suddenly rushed out from it. It was Wu Zili who was stepped on.
His face was pale and his breathing was rapid. It was obvious that he had suffered some minor injuries from Feng Qingyang's palm.
"Hahaha... good, very good... Red Devil, since you can force me into this state, you can also die with a smile on your face."
As he spoke, he leaped up into the air, let out a cry towards the sky, and his body quickly expanded, transforming into a giant golden bird in front of everyone's stunned gazes.
His whole body was burning with flames, appearing particularly holy and sacred, and his eyes were as cold as water, full of indifference to life.
He has three legs, each holding a golden spear. Evil spirit and murderous aura are flying all over the sky, like a demon descending to the world.
Lu Xun, who was watching from a distance in the sky, had his pupils shrank slightly, thinking what a powerful force it was.
And everyone finally understood that Wu Zili had actually transformed into his true form as a demon beast. He was not the Golden Crow, but he had inherited a trace of its bloodline and might be able to fully activate it.
“The incarnation of the Golden Crow, that is the incarnation of the Golden Crow!” the crowd roared fiercely.
“That’s right. It is said that the incarnation of the Golden Crow is the strongest state of the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Demon Sect. This Red Devil is indeed arrogant enough to be able to force him to his strongest state.” The crowd was talking.
Feng Qingyang looked calm, not panicking at all. He looked at the domineering golden bird above him with some disdain on his face.
"Bird, no matter how strong you are, you are just a bird!" He said softly. As he finished speaking, his body transformed, and the long nails in his hands suddenly stretched out, flashing a cold light of ice in the void.
“Arrogant!”
In the sky, the giant golden bird let out an angry roar. It opened its mouth and suddenly emitted a flame that could burn the heavens to ashes. The air was crackling in the flame.
The flames turned into a fire dragon that swept down, and the high temperature even burned the covering light curtain.
The black mist on Feng Qingyang's body moved, and the black shadow firmly protected him. At the critical moment, Feng Qingyang waved one hand quickly in the air.
"Water Dragon Curse! Urgent Order!"
The void shook, and in the numb eyes of everyone, a water dragon appeared from the void. This was the secret technique of Maoshan - drawing talismans in the void. Every time Feng Qingyang practiced during this period, he was thinking about the powerful Maoshan technique of drawing talismans in the void.
After studying for many days, he finally made some progress. If anyone from Maoshan comes again, he will be so angry that he will vomit blood. You know, Feng Qingyang only relied on the "Basic Talisman Technique" snatched from the unlucky fat man when he came out, but now he has comprehended their essence - drawing talismans in the void.
"Ah..."
The water dragon and the fire dragon fought fiercely in the air, but Feng Qingyang's water dragon spell was obviously not low, and was evaporated alive by Wu Zili's fire dragon in an instant.
“How can a mortal water dragon like you compare to the fire of the Golden Crow?” The extremely domineering Wu Zili in the sky sneered.
The fire dragon rushed down, bringing with it the power of destruction. Feng Qingyang felt as if his hair was about to be burned off.
He circulated his magical power throughout his body, and was enveloped by a cold mist. His nails were retracted into his body, transforming into two large black millstone palms. He once again blasted out with a powerful Vajra Palm, and at the same time, the power of his body exploded.
Boom!
Crack!
The void was turbulent, and the fire dragon was actually blown up by Feng Qingyang with a single palm strike. Sparks flew everywhere, and a lot of flames shot through the cracks in the light curtain into the crowd outside.
"Ah..." The crowd was in chaos, and there were bursts of screams. The old man saw this, his face darkened, and he immediately strengthened his magic power again, trying his best to stabilize the turbulent light curtain.
But in his heart, he was secretly amazed at how powerful these two perverts were.
“You, the fire dragon, are no match for me in one move.” After Feng Qingyang finished speaking, he instantly soared into the sky. His huge black hand covered the sky and the sun, and he pressed down on the Golden Crow in the void with one palm, and an unparalleled ferocious power suddenly erupted.
"Just be a big bird."