Just as he finished speaking, the black fog around him began to roll, and with a swish, two disciples wearing Xiaoyao Sect uniforms appeared at the same time. At first they looked delighted, but when they saw Feng Qingyang, the surprise on their faces turned into dullness and fear in an instant.
"Why are you here? Where is my senior brother?" the two of them said in horror. Knowing that this place was not good, they immediately wanted to withdraw and escape.
However fast they were, Feng Qingyang was even faster than them. His body was like thunder, or even more like lightning. Almost as soon as they turned around, he was approaching their bodies in an instant.
He smiled evilly, with a gloomy look in his eyes. He would never show mercy to those who wanted to kill him. He said, "Why can't it be me? If you want to see your senior brother, go to hell!"
After saying that, he suddenly stretched out his hands and pierced the body of the disciple who was about to escape at the critical moment. Immediately, two screams were heard, and then the disciple died.
Killing the two of them was like butchering dogs. Their lives were reaped in minutes. A flash of hatred appeared in his eyes. He raised his hand and waved it. Two flames flew out and burned them. At the same time, two beams of blood were injected into the evil dragon's inner elixir in his hand.
“Since you are the enemy, it is either you die or I die. There is absolutely no third choice.” As he turned around, he was once again submerged in the endless black fog.
He stood up and roared at the black fog again, either imitating the voice of a king or the voice of a leader of disciples from other sects. In this way, more disciples gathered towards him.
Sometimes there were even more than ten of them appearing at once, but they were all killed by Feng Qingyang at lightning speed, like a meat grinder, leaving corpses everywhere where he passed, killing them all without leaving a single one alive.
At this moment, he was wearing a black hideous armor filled with blood mist. This was because after killing someone in the black mist, the murderous aura was condensed and could not dissipate, thus causing this situation.
He had the appearance of a demon god, filled with murderous aura. Even the monsters in the black fog temporarily retreated and did not dare to step forward. Feng Qingyang snorted coldly.
At this moment, the murderous intent in his heart was really strong, it was at its peak, and the murderous intent in his body was about to condense into substance. The black fog rolled around, and his own black fog also merged into the black fog.
At this moment, he was not using the magic-level talisman or the fire talisman, but simply erected a black light curtain defense shield by himself, shuttling through the black smoke like a god of death or the King of Hell.
At this moment, two powerful auras suddenly came from his side. Feng Qingyang was surprised and his body flashed, retreating several meters backward. He waved his hand and immediately dispersed the black fog around him. He saw two disciples with gloomy faces standing in front of him.
They are not ordinary disciples, but the leaders of the sect this time, and even more so the pride of their sect, an existence as majestic as their king. At this moment, in addition to their gloomy faces, their eyes were filled with murderous intent that could no longer be concealed.
"It's you, no wonder you can imitate our voices..." The two of them looked at each other unfriendly. When they heard the previous roar, they thought that Jun Wei had discovered Feng Qingyang, so they sped up and followed the sound.
Unexpectedly, while he was still halfway there, he heard their voices again. After a moment's thought, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He was afraid that their purpose was to attract the disciples who were scattered by the black fog.
So the two of them came together and met each other halfway. After looking at each other, they were sure that there was something strange about the matter, so they came quickly. Sure enough, when they saw that it was Feng Qingyang, they immediately understood the cause and effect of the matter.
The black mist on his body was mixed with blood streaks. Feeling his murderous intent and blood, which were as tangible as substance, one could tell that he had killed countless people.
They were surprised and even more furious. They were a human race, but they were actually tricked by a tiny zombie, a person who was just an ant in their eyes. This was a huge shame and a slap in the face.
Although they knew that Feng Qingyang was very powerful, they had two people at the moment, each of whom could fight against those in the late foundation building stage, and they had many secret treasures on them.
Therefore, the two of them were not worried at all about killing Feng Qingyang. As the saying goes, one should not be careless, because the consequence of carelessness is death. However, these two people obviously have not seen this clearly.
"Are you in a hurry to come here to die?"
Feng Qingyang grinned, and suddenly two fangs with cold light jumped out. They were still shining in the black fog, and there was a dazzling light flashing on them.
"You are so arrogant."
The two men looked at each other and put away their contempt. At the same time, their storage rings flashed and they immediately sacrificed their magic weapons. One of them held a demon-subduing pestle, which was a common magic weapon of the Western Daming Palace, while the other one sacrificed a Fang Tian Huaji with a flashing red light.
"Take my halberd!" The man holding the Fang Tian Hua Ji shook his body, spun around, and suddenly chopped Feng Qingyang with force. The Fang Tian Hua Ji grew bigger in the wind and instantly turned into a magic weapon several meters long. It was extremely powerful, and when it was waved, the black fog around it retreated.
"Daoyou are still as elegant and graceful as ever. Let's take a look at my Demon-Subduing Pestle." Another person said to the man holding the Fang Tian Hua Ji. He spoke nonchalantly, as if he didn't care about Feng Qingyang at all. In his eyes, he was already a dead man.
"Suppress the demon!" He shouted and pointed forward with one hand. Suddenly, the demon-subduing pestle that was originally rotating around him flew out in an instant, and also turned into a size of several feet in diameter in the wind, like a small hill pressing down on Feng Qingyang.
Two magic weapons were released at the same time, and they were sacrificed by two sons of geniuses. They were extremely powerful, and the air was shaking continuously. Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he dared to step forward and catch the Fang Tian Huaji with his bare hands.
However, the flying demon-subduing pestle made his heart beat wildly, and his blood was churning, as if it was roaring at the demon-subduing pestle in the sky.
"Is it because I have the body of a zombie?" He thought to himself, and the ring flashed, and he took the Yueshang Bow in his hand. Without thinking, he shot three arrows at once, and every arrow hit the Demon Subduing Pestle that was coming down head-on.
His strength was so great that the Demon-Subduing Pestle was tilted and smashed to the side. At the same time, his body quickly rose up, and he raised the Yueshang Bow with both hands, turning the shot into a swing, and immediately with a bang, he rushed towards the phantom of the Fang Tian Huaji.
Boom…
There was a loud bang in the air, and with one round, the shadow of the Fang Tian Huaji was shattered. At the same time, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he did not give the two of them a chance to react, and immediately shot two arrows at them.
"Not good! This arrow is too strong!"
The two were surprised but speechless for a moment, their pupils grew bigger and bigger, but at the critical moment, they both flashed at the same time and jointly held up a defensive light curtain.
This light curtain was infused with powerful magic power and had extremely strong defensive strength. When the first arrow shot out, it was perfectly blocked by the light curtain.
“He actually blocked it?”