"Feng Qingyang?"
The crowd was stunned and burst into exclamations. Everyone knew the Red Devil Feng Qingyang. They also knew that he had even defeated Lu Xun, the number one in Taixuan.
But, so what? The enemy of Taixuan Sect is their enemy, and no matter how powerful he is, he is only at the peak of the initial stage of wandering corpse.
The middle-aged man had a look of disdain and a barely perceptible coldness on his face, and said, "No matter who you are, it is absolutely impossible for you to borrow my road."
Upon hearing this, Tong Hai behind Feng Qingyang's face suddenly darkened. At the same time, the five hundred early foundation building cultivators behind him simultaneously released an unparalleled murderous intent.
The skills of the independent cultivators were not as good as those of the sect disciples, but when it came to killing people, they were many times better than the sect disciples. The killing intent at this moment immediately frightened some of the younger disciples of the Qixuan Sect and made them change their expressions.
"What? Still want to fight?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and immediately, the aura of the late foundation building stage was revealed. His long hair was flying, and he looked at Feng Qingyang proudly.
As for his actions, the half-step golden elixir old man next to him did not say a word. On the contrary, he looked at Feng Qingyang coldly.
"Sure enough, this group of people won't fall for Guiyuan City's tricks!" His brows knitted into a lump, thinking of a countermeasure in his mind. Although his side has five hundred cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, the other side has a half-step golden elixir.
After thinking it over, he decided to compromise for the time being, so he asked, "How can we get through?"
"Don't even think about it." A middle-aged man in the late foundation building stage snorted coldly.
He looked at Feng Qingyang with a gloomy look as if he was looking at someone. At the same time, he slapped his storage bag, and suddenly a flying sword with a flashing cold light appeared in his hand.
"So, you really don't want us to pass?"
Feng Qingyang's brows relaxed and he stopped hesitating. He originally wanted to compromise and have a good talk, but the other party was so arrogant. Little did he know that the fact that Zhong forced his way through their sect was an extremely humiliating thing in the world of cultivation.
"So what?"
"Hmph, how about we make a bet?" Seeing that the two sides were about to fight each other, Feng Qingyang stopped them at the critical moment.
"How are you going to block it?" The middle-aged man descended to the ground and looked at Feng Qingyang with unfriendly eyes. If you look closely, you will find that he is a bit fierce on the outside but actually weak on the inside.
Although Guiyuan City cannot compare with the ten major orthodox sects, it is also a force that cannot be underestimated. However, this force is far beyond the reach of these small sects.
"How about we have a competition?"
"Exchange?" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man sneered. Although he knew that Feng Qingyang was powerful, he was only an early-stage wandering corpse after all, while he himself was in the late stage of foundation building and had a very powerful attacking technique.
So he walked forward fearlessly and said, "No need to spar. If you can block three of my moves, I will let you pass."
"Who do you think you are? Just let us go when you say so?" At this time, Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and his gaze immediately shifted to the old man next to him. He did it on purpose because he wanted to see the old man's reaction.
Sure enough, after hearing what he said, the old man stopped being silent and said indifferently: "What he said is what I say. You just have to fight. No matter who wins or loses, I will not interfere. I will let you pass through my sect!"
"Okay!" After getting the answer he wanted, Feng Qingyang felt as if the stone hanging in his heart was suddenly let go, so he also stepped forward, looking at the middle-aged man with a pair of bloodthirsty eyes, and suddenly a violent murderous intent rose to the sky.
"It's a good opportunity to test the gap between me and those in the late stage of foundation building..." His mind moved, and 'copper skin and iron bones' immediately wrapped around his whole body. Along with his armor and murderous intent, an aura of murderousness immediately filled the mountain gate square of the sect.
"Arrogant boy, you are looking for death. Although you can defeat Lu Xun, seeing is believing!" The middle-aged man swung his hand, and the flying sword suddenly split into five, floating in front of him.
"Don't even mention three moves, you can't even take one of my moves." His eyes were full of contempt. He had an innate sense of superiority towards zombies. What does it matter if you are powerful? No matter how powerful you are, you are just a zombie that everyone wants to kill.
Feng Qingyang's expression didn't change at all, but his eyes were as deep as water, as if he didn't hear his provocation, and just took a sudden step forward.
Boom!
Suddenly, an invisible airflow began to surge, and the people around them retreated one after another, leaving the battlefield to the two of them.
“There are many people who don’t know what’s good for them.”
At this point, his eyes flashed, and he said indifferently: "But that person is definitely me, not you!"
After saying that, he took another step forward and instantly climbed to a peak. His red hair fluttered wildly behind his head, showing his true colors as a demonic hero in the night.
The old man who was half a step away from the Golden Core stage, when he saw him change, his pupils shrank slightly and a look of disbelief flashed across his face, but it was fleeting. Then he looked at Feng Qingyang and the middle-aged man calmly.
"Three moves, within three moves, I will definitely cripple the hand holding the sword!" Feng Qingyang said indifferently again.
He only said to cripple the opponent's hand, but did not say to kill him. This shows that he was not overwhelmed by impulse.
First of all, he was only at the peak of the early stage of the wandering corpse. Although he defeated Lu Xun, he really wanted to know the gap between himself and the late stage of foundation building.
Secondly, he might not be able to completely defeat the opponent, but he was confident that he could seriously injure the opponent. If that didn't work, he could just take out the Moon Sorrow Arrow and shoot the opponent with the third move.
He was fully confident in the power of the Yueshang Arrow. Not to mention that this was just a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage, he could still shoot and kill two more even if they came.
"You are arrogant." The middle-aged man remained calm. He had absolute confidence in the flying sword in his hand. Moreover, he was not an ordinary cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.
"I have seen many arrogant people, but they all died under my sword!"
"We'll know who will win after a try. Why bother with arguments?" Feng Qingyang said coldly.
Then he activated his magic power and soared into the sky with a whoosh. He stared at the middle-aged man from a distance. Both of them had murderous intent in their eyes. One was a cultivator in the late foundation building stage, and the other was an early-stage wandering corpse who was famous in the world of cultivation.
“If I kill him, maybe my position can be raised even further.” As the thought moved him, the five flying swords floating beside him suddenly flashed with light.
"Boy, today I will let you know the price of arrogance!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it. Magic power surged and five flying swords immediately flew towards Feng Qingyang.
"A trifle!"
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