When he finished speaking, the second light arrow approached instantly and collided with the light curtain held up by the two of them in an instant. However, this time, just like the previous moment, it failed to break it.
"Very good, Red Devil, if you can't break our defense, then now is your death."
The two of them spoke at the same time, then removed their defenses, spread out to the left and right, sandwiching Feng Qingyang in the middle. At the same time, they recalled their magic weapons and stared at Feng Qingyang in the middle with a fierce look.
"Fellow Daoist, if the two of us kill him here, how about you and I split the magic weapon inside equally?" One of them said from a distance, followed by a sinister smile.
"Fellow Daoist, your suggestion is very good. Meeting him today is our good fortune. If we kill him here and take away his good fortune, we will be a top-notch genius when we return to the sect." Another person echoed.
"Jiutian, die and behead!"
At this moment, the man holding the Fang Tian Hua Ji suddenly stopped smiling, a sinister look flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly, and slashed at the void with the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand.
In an instant, countless phantoms of halberds appeared, breaking through the void, with sharp cutting intent everywhere, and forming an octagonal shape, blocking all of Feng Qingyang's retreat routes.
This halberd was extremely vicious, like a meat grinder, cutting in an instant. The powerful burst of force made the man's pupils shrink slightly, and he secretly exclaimed what a powerful force.
Feng Qingyang was at the center. Seeing the sharp cutting intention coming from all directions, his red hair fluttered like a demon god. He looked at all directions silently, but he was not afraid at all. His magic power surged wildly, and the cyclone in his dantian kept spinning.
He changed his fist into a palm, which became the size of a millstone, and stepped on the air. As if supported by some powerful force, he shot up in an instant, bringing with him a huge aura to meet the Fang Tian Huaji that was coming towards him.
"It's ridiculous. No wonder a mortal body in the flesh goes to resist my Fang Tian Hua Ji," the man said to the man opposite him.
"I can say this, in the next breath, I will definitely kill him to pieces..." As he said this, he raised his head and laughed wildly, as if he had already won.
Feng Qingyang's expression remained unchanged, and the ferocious black armor showed its extraordinaryness at this moment. His hands, as big as millstones, slammed into the phantom of the Fang Tian Huaji. Under the horrified gaze of the two of them, he stretched out his big palm and instantly smashed the phantom into pieces.
At the same time, his body kept flashing in the air, and each time he flashed, he appeared in a corner in all directions. At the same time, there were loud bangs and explosions. Before long, all the Fang Tian Huajis here were smashed to pieces.
"Is he still a human?" A sense of fear suddenly arose in the hearts of the two men, as if they felt the fear at that moment. However, the arrow was already on the string, and if the two of them separated, they would definitely die one by one.
"Fellow Daoist, quickly take back your magic weapon." At this time, another person suddenly roared wildly. The sound immediately woke up the man who was still in a daze. He suddenly came to his senses, made a gesture with his hand, and shot out rays of spiritual light, trying to recall his Fang Tian Huaji.
However, when he came to his senses and made his move, it was already too late. Feng Qingyang had instantly arrived at the location of the real Fang Tian Huaji.
He grabbed it with his big hand, and then a huge force surged, and the strength of 990,000 pounds of body suddenly exploded. He twisted his hands, and with a loud bang, the Fang Tian Huaji seemed to wail.
Then the light on it suddenly dimmed. Feng Qingyang didn't even look at it. He threw the Fang Tian Hua Ji that he had twisted off away and disappeared into the thick black fog in a moment.
"My magic weapon!" The man paused and his face turned pale in an instant. The magic weapon was connected to his mind. When it was destroyed, his mind also suffered an indelible blow.
"Return the magic weapon? You'll lose your life." Feng Qingyang chuckled, thinking that once these two were separated, they would become soft persimmons and he could squeeze them however he wanted.
As he said this, his body shook and he suddenly disappeared into the void. When he appeared again, he was already above the man's head. In front of his horrified gaze, he punched him in the head.
If the two of them were still standing together before, perhaps Feng Qingyang would not be able to do anything to them, but they took the initiative to separate, and the man holding the Fang Tian Hua Ji was even more shameless. Feng Qingyang was already a turtle in a jar, so he lowered his vigilance.
He didn't even think about it. There is no smoke without fire. How could he easily kill someone who could fight with Lu Xun on equal terms
At this moment, with Feng Qingyang approaching him, he had no strength to resist. Under the murderous intent from Feng Qingyang, he even forgot to breathe.
As his pupils grew larger, they finally turned black. At this moment, Feng Qingyang had already punched him in the head. The spurting blood splattered on his armor, making him look even more hideous.
A red light flashed, and the evil dragon's inner elixir immediately absorbed all the essence and blood. It turned around and looked at the man who had already been stunned, with a hint of disdain in its eyes.
Sure enough, the sect disciples relied on their background to support them and practiced smoothly all the way, but they had no intention of killing at all. They bullied the weak and compromised with the strong.
These disciples are like flowers in a greenhouse. They appear strong and beautiful, but are actually extremely fragile and can barely withstand a single blow.
Just like at this moment, when they thought they had won, they did not pursue the victory, but instead separated and wanted to kill Feng Qingyang each. How could such a little trick escape Feng Qingyang's eyes
After absorbing all the man's essence, blood and energy, Feng Qingyang's whole body shook, and he looked at the evil dragon's inner elixir that was glowing red. But then he flashed again, and at the same time, his body broke through the void and flew quickly towards the man holding the demon-subduing pestle.
"Monster, stop being so presumptuous!" The man was shocked by the murderous aura, but he woke up instantly. He was not a fool. As a genius disciple, he also had extraordinary qualities and talents.
His body flashed and he quickly distanced himself from Feng Qingyang. At the same time, he waved his hand and the Demon-Subduing Pestle grew bigger in the wind. After its aura locked onto Feng Qingyang, it turned into a stream of light and smashed towards him.
Feng Qingyang's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the Demon-Subduing Pestle, the same roar rose in his heart again. It seemed that he was particularly sensitive and hateful towards this magical weapon.
"Is this fate?" he muttered to himself, and with a shake of his hand, an arrow shot out. Just as the demon-subduing pestle paused, he quickly avoided it and flew to the side.
Feeling the special aura coming from the magic weapon, his face suddenly changed.
"Sure enough, that magic weapon can restrain me perfectly. In this case, I can only exert half of my strength."
His brows were furrowed as he wandered in the air, trying to avoid the power of the Demon-Subduing Pestle.
"It seems that we can only shoot him from a distance, but getting close is impossible!"
(I'm quite busy at work, so I'll make sure to write at least 10,000 words. I'm about to have a holiday, so I'll go back and do a big bang. Thank you brothers for your support!)