King Wu was gone, and the scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at each other, looking at the bloody man on the square, with complicated feelings in their hearts. This is the law of the jungle, and strength is respected.
The Lord of Guiyuan City was also looking at Feng Qingyang below, with a complex expression. He didn't know what to say for a moment, but seeing that he was seriously injured, he couldn't bear it. He waved his hand, and a ray of spiritual light came down. At the same time, he announced loudly that Feng Qingyang advanced and the second game would be held in three days.
With a wave of his hand, the warship disappeared into the void. The light curtain of the square was still there, but there was one more person. She was dressed in bright red, with gold hairpins and jade, and was a well-behaved lady. She no longer had the stubbornness of the past, but only a touch of pity. With a deep worry, she stood quietly beside Feng Qingyang.
"I will repay you for the humiliation you have suffered today!"
Feng Qingyang said in his heart, and then quickly absorbed the spiritual light shot by the Lord of Guiyuan City. It was also because of his strong body. If it were a different cultivator, he would have been killed by the King Wu in one glance.
He calmed his mind and looked inward, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. His physical injuries seemed serious, but his vital parts were not hurt at all.
The spiritual light that the Lord of Guiyuan City had shot in before, after the rapid transformation of the "Taiyin Sutra", had already replenished his thirsty cyclone. There was also a strange green sapling sitting inside, which from time to time swayed wisps of pure magic power that spread into his flesh and blood.
After a while, the hideous wound on the surface finally recovered. Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and opened his eyes, only to find Qian Duoduo standing beside him. He couldn't help but feel a little confused, as he thought Qian Duoduo had left a long time ago.
"You woke up..."
"Yeah." Feng Qingyang replied lightly, then stood up, looked at his torn clothes, shook his body, and immediately made a gesture to leave.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Qian Duoduo panicked, and hurriedly hugged him tightly, saying, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Feng Qingyang pulled his hand away from her without leaving any trace, and said with a smile: "What is bound to come will come, so respect yourself!"
After saying this, he walked away without looking back.
After a long while, until his figure disappeared into the horizon, Qian Duoduo finally came back to her senses. Her face was pale, tears welled up in her eyes, and she murmured, "Why is it you... Why is it you!"
Of course, Feng Qingyang didn't know all this. At this time, he had returned to the bedroom prepared for him by Xiangnan. There would be a final in three days, so he decided to have a good retreat to sort out his thoughts.
He looked at the door and thought for a long time, then finally took out some spirit stones to set up a psychedelic array, then walked into it and sat cross-legged.
"Three more days... Three days?" Inside the psychedelic array, on the bed, he suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed. There was a gleam of light in his eyes, and there was even a terrifying hatred in them.
"Three days. Now that the Moon Sorrow Bow has appeared, I'm afraid that Lu Xun has already made some preparations. His only killer move is to shoot it with the Moon Sorrow Bow and the Moon Sorrow Arrow. However, he has not played any of his trump cards..."
Thinking of this, he frowned. Now that all his trump cards have been revealed, it may not be that easy to defeat Lu Xun in the competition.
Now, there are two options before him. One is to add a trump card, and the other is to use the Moon Bow directly. However, pulling the Moon Bow consumes a lot of mana from him. Every time he pulls it into a full moon, one third of his mana will be drained. If he adds the Moon Arrow, he may only be able to pull two arrows.
If he didn't die from the two arrows, then Feng Qingyang would have already lost. Thinking of this, he felt a headache, but he was at a loss for what to do for the moment.
"I, Feng Qingyang, have countless treasures on me, but I am useless against a little Lu Xun." He was right. He possessed a unique cultivation method and a zombie inheritance, but the fighting skills of the zombie clan were not so easy to learn.
The second level of 'The Right Arm of Hou Zun' still requires a golden elixir, but the golden elixir is the lifeblood of the great giants of all ages, so how could this be possible
And if he breaks through, he will inevitably face another tribulation. If he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured. And the serious injuries caused by the thunder tribulation are not so easy to repair.
The more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became. He felt restless and the energy in his dantian was spinning rapidly. He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was almost possessed by a mental demon.
"The Yueshang bow can only pull two arrows. The Vajra Palm has no effect on Lu Xun, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is also useless. After all, they are just martial arts moves, although..."
"That's right!" Thinking of this, his eyes lit up again and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to him.
Thinking of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he recalled the moment when he fought with Wu Zili in the square. At that moment, he was clearly following the martial arts moves, but in the end it was forcibly changed by the black shadow in his own blood, making it even more powerful.
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, one palm is better than the other. If I can comprehend it and change it into my own, then this will be another trump card."
He muttered to himself, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter, and he suddenly felt that this method was feasible. You know, although the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is just a martial arts move, if he infused it with his magic power and changed the Dragon Subduing Palm into the phantom of the Qilin Lord, how powerful would it be
That last palm strike was like a dragon swinging its tail, which was extremely powerful. The tail of the Qilin Lord was not that powerful, but it could be used to trample. Yes - it was trampling!
Feng Qingyang's blood was boiling. He was naturally excited at the thought that he was going to modify this classic martial art.
He closed his eyes and replayed every move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in his mind. Before he knew it, he had fallen into a deep state of meditation.
At this moment, he seemed to appear in his own sea of consciousness. The surroundings were bright, but very desolate. Feng Qingyang stood silently in the center.
Suddenly, his body began to move rapidly, and he was making wonderful hand gestures. One could vaguely hear the roar of a dragon, but in the end it turned into the roar of a giant beast.
That roar shook the earth and was definitely no longer the voice of a dragon. There was a deep majesty in that voice, a majesty that dared to challenge heaven and earth, and it seemed - as if it wanted to poke a hole in the sky.
He was seen quickly pinching the magic spell in his hand, and suddenly his body did two somersaults backwards. He pushed his palm forward suddenly, and the figure of a giant black beast suddenly condensed behind him. The beast was extremely ferocious, with flashing scales and its mane was shiny black.
As Feng Qingyang pushed out with his palm, the black giant beast suddenly roared and rushed out, as if it had crashed into the sky.
Feng Qingyang's consciousness trembled, his face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood immediately flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He suddenly opened his eyes. Although his deep affection was a little wilted, his eyes were still shining with brilliance.
"It's true, it's totally feasible..."