"It's just that the price is not paid by me, but by you!"
With a loud roar, murderous aura stirred the wind and clouds. Feng Qingyang no longer held back his own strength and exploded. If he wanted to establish his authority, if he wanted to build his prestige among these five hundred black-armored soldiers, he must have a stepping stone, and this stepping stone was this middle-aged man in the late stage of foundation building.
He extended his fist, and a black shadow seemed to emerge behind him. The black shadow quickly condensed into a giant beast in the void. The beast stood on the ground with its head held high and roared.
He stretched out his fist, the wind and clouds rolled back, the endless night lost its color, lost that ultimate black, and instead revealed a faint light, which was also extraordinary.
It belongs to emptiness and black, which is also a kind of existence, and this faint light seems not to exist, but it can be seen. Its aura is inexplicable and even cannot be described.
In the dim light, the giant beast roared towards the sky, and Feng Qingyang also punched out. This was not his own boxing style, but his will to do whatever he wanted and not dare to yield to the strong.
Anyone who stands in my way, I will kill! Anyone who stands in my way, I will kill!
This hint of destruction was revealed, and the swaying night seemed a little too much to bear.
"Today, I will kill you with my sword!"
The middle-aged man also shouted loudly, and the four flying swords gathered together at the same time, turning into an extremely large lightsaber. The lightsaber was several feet long and exuded a sense of tearing through space.
Feng Qingyang's explosive aura frightened everyone. Even the half-step Jindan old man standing next to him had his pupils slightly shrunken. To be more precise, there was a flash of fear in his eyes.
"At such an old age, and still a zombie, he actually has such strong strength. It seems, it seems that he has comprehended a little bit of meaning!" He murmured in his heart, but his eyes were shining with brilliance, staring at Feng Qingyang without blinking.
"Swing the sword!"
"die!"
The two men rushed towards each other, and the sword light that was several meters long in the void chopped Feng Qingyang with a bang, but he didn't care at all. He relied on his strong body to resist. Even so, he still felt like he was pressed down by a mountain, and the feeling of stuffiness in his chest almost suffocated him.
But he did not dodge, he did not show any fear, he punched out with unstoppable force, he moved forward, smashing everything in front of him.
"He's crazy! Why didn't he dodge or evade? Does he really think he has an indestructible body? He is a great master in the late stage of foundation building. He is not an ordinary cultivator, but the Seven Profound Sect, which is second only to the ten major righteous sects!"
"He is courting death..."
The crowd was silent. The Qixuan Sect's side looked at him coldly, while the Black Armor Army, as well as Tong Hai among them, looked at him with boiling blood.
What is a San Xiu? San Xiu represents blood, fighting, and struggle.
Although Feng Qingyang is famous, he looks like an ordinary person after all, and has a handsome face. If he does not prove his true strength, this group of casual cultivators will never submit to him sincerely.
"die!"
The lightsaber chopped down with all its might, hitting his shoulder. A dazzling light burst out, and there was a piercing scream, as well as the roar of armor shattering, which made the scalps of the people watching the battle numb and their breathing quickened.
"Your hand will be cut off!"
Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, and blood flowed from his body. After all, he underestimated the power of the sect cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. After all, he only had the cultivation level of the peak of the early stage of wandering corpse, and it was already not easy for him to face him head-on.
However, even though he was seriously injured and no longer able to defeat his opponent, he still did not give up. He was determined to tear apart the opponent's sword-holding arm even if both of them would suffer losses.
"Broken hand!"
He roared again, and one side of his body was pierced through by the light arrow. However, he did not even blink, and rushed forward with unrivaled strength. His big hand changed from a fist to a claw, and his sharp rootless nails instantly penetrated deep into the middle-aged man's hand, like a hook.
“Go to hell!”
"Break!"
The middle-aged man was terrified at this moment. If someone else saw him, they would have found that his body had been pierced by the lightsaber, but he grabbed the middle-aged man's hand at the last moment.
His physical body was invincible, and he exploded with a loud bang.
"Break! Break! Break!"
He used the magic power in his hand to grab that hand and pulled it hard. At this moment, the middle-aged man's other hand also quickly bombarded him.
Boom!
Unable to dodge, he took his blow again, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and pulled back with one hand. Suddenly, a miserable scream was heard in the night.
I saw a hand still holding a lightsaber, which was covered in blood. His face was splashed with blood from the broken arm, making him look extremely hideous and terrifying. On his left shoulder, there was a lightsaber flashing with cold light.
"drink!"
After he tore off the arm, he quickly pulled out the lightsaber from his body, and then, in front of everyone's astonishment, he twisted it into scrap metal with his fist.
clang!
Bang!
The lightsaber and the broken arm fell to the ground at the same time. At this moment, he was like a demon god. Wherever his gaze went, he was unmatched, and his eyes flashed with a gleam of light that no one could contend with.
Silence, as quiet as death. The middle-aged man with the torn arm was indeed in the late foundation building stage. Apart from the initial scream, he did not make any other sound.
His face was pale, and his eyes were as dark as water, with a ray of resentment in them. He raised one hand, took out a pill and swallowed it into his mouth.
Suddenly, the bleeding from his broken arm stopped in an instant.
"Third Sect Master, he must die!"
After a long while, he squeezed out these extremely vicious words from between his teeth.
Upon hearing this, the five hundred black-armored soldiers and Tong Hai immediately stepped forward, releasing a fierce murderous intent, and it seemed that a great war was about to break out.
"Oh? Could it be that the Seventh Profound Sect, a dignified and upright sect, would be so untrustworthy?"
"Third Sect Master!"
"Shut up!" The old man who had never spoken glared at him fiercely, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Feng Qingyang deeply.
"Let them pass!" After saying that, he disappeared into the night sky with a whoosh and was gone in the blink of an eye.
"Third Sect Master..." The middle-aged man's eyes were gloomy and resentful, but he was very unwilling. However, when he saw Feng Qingyang, who looked embarrassed but calm, and the five hundred black-armored soldiers with murderous intent, he snorted coldly and flew towards the Qixuan Sect.
It came quickly and went quickly. At this moment, the scene suddenly became quiet. Feng Qingyang's wound was bleeding, but he remained calm and did not even utter a sound. He turned around and looked at the five hundred black-armored soldiers behind him, with a domineering and bloodthirsty look in his eyes.
"Those who obey me will prosper, and those who defy me will perish! A small sect like this wants to compete with Guiyuan City, so it should be punished! One day, I, Feng Qingyang, will lead you to razed this place to the ground."
As his words spread, the five hundred black-armored soldiers cheered loudly, while the Qixuan Sect was silent at this moment. Little did they know that in the dark, the seven half-step golden cores of the Qixuan Sect were staring at Feng Qingyang.
"Let's go!"