When he throws a punch, the heaven and earth will collapse. This move is his first move that combines the essence of Chinese martial arts with his own understanding and magic power. There is only one move.
But this one move! It can make the heaven and earth pale in comparison, and shake the earth. One punch, just one punch, if it is perfected, it will surely destroy the void.
His blood-red hair danced in the wind and his black scales shone with a cold light in the emerald green light, showing his demeanor as a demon god. His powerful fighting will soared into the sky. He roared wildly and the sound waves swept in all directions, lasting for a long time on the fifth level of the Shura battlefield.
Just as he threw his fist, the Blood Shura's expression changed. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The white mist gathered and covered him instantly. Then he slashed at the void with his sword!
Scandium! Ding ding ding!
As Feng Qingyang threw his fist, it immediately brought with it unparalleled power, as if one punch could create a world. That kind of domineering power was something he had never been able to do before.
If his cultivation level is further enhanced, or if he completes a thigh transformation and enters the realm of black zombie, if he uses this move, whoever can match him will be reduced to ashes by this punch.
"Zhan Tian!"
At this moment, Blood Shura burst out with all his strength, no longer hiding his magic power and cultivation. He transformed into a few feet tall, and under the green light, he looked like a mistress.
The sword in his hand also grew bigger as he grew bigger, and when he chopped it down, it was like a mountain pressing down on his head.
“Plop!”
There was a loud bang of metal colliding, and a strong energy burst out in the field instantly, followed by a sudden rise in light. Zhang Hanfei on the side was blasted far away by the aftermath.
When he calmed down, he looked at the center of the battle with an expression of disbelief.
"Hahaha... Even though you Shuras are a fighting race, you will still be defeated by me."
In the light, Feng Qingyang's hideous laugh was heard. It was no wonder that he was like that. When he transformed into a zombie, he became even more terrifying, and even his character changed at this moment.
Zombies are bloodthirsty and murderous, and he has all of these characteristics.
The light dissipated, and he punched through the chest of Blood Shura, and half of his body was almost broken. The whole scene looked extremely tragic.
Xue Shura was miserable, but Feng Qingyang wasn't much better off. The big knife also cut into his shoulder, but it could only penetrate three-quarters. If you look closely, you will find that the edge of the knife began to twist and deform.
From this, we can see how hard Feng Qingyang's solid scales are.
"happy!"
Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, and then his whole body shook. A great force burst out, immediately knocking the huge sword away. Then he clenched his fist, as if not caring about the wound, and his other fist blasted out in an instant.
The Blood Shura shouted loudly, but it was too late. Caught off guard, he hastily raised his hand to block. However, how could this kind of defense stop Feng Qingyang's critical hit
There was only a loud bang.
A black fist shadow flashed by, and in an instant, bones crackled and blood flowed.
There was a scream, and when he looked carefully, he saw that the Blood Shura's raised palm suddenly exploded under Feng Qingyang's fist, turning into a blood mist, or to be more precise, into a piece of minced meat, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Roar! You deserve to die!"
"It's you who deserves to die!"
Feng Qingyang was unyielding and ignored the wounds on his body. At this moment, although his body was injured, his fighting spirit and killing intent reached the peak.
"burst!"
Feng Qingyang shouted again, flew forward, swung his fist, turned into a meteor, and smashed into the Blood Shura with a bang.
One punch! Two punches!
Three punches... countless punches!
Zhang Hanfei on the side had already become numb. He stared blankly at Feng Qingyang, recalling the scene when he fought with him that day. Compared with this moment, it was nothing.
If Feng Qingyang had unleashed the power he had now that day, he would have been beaten into a pile of meat paste.
"Take my last punch!"
Feng Qingyang shook his body and swung his tail, which immediately hit Xue Shura's body. At the moment when he was trying to resist, his powerful fist suddenly struck out again.
This time, there was no wailing or screaming, only a faint crisp sound, like a small stone falling into a pool of water, splashing up a small wave.
A generation of Blood Shura, a natural fighting king, died in such a miserable way at the hands of Feng Qingyang.
No one could have imagined that when he came to the fifth floor with great enthusiasm and was ready to enjoy himself, he would end up here and not even a trace of his body was left.
"As expected, my zombie body is still the most powerful!"
Feng Qingyang laughed a few times, and then the black mist flashed, and he instantly returned to his original appearance, wearing a white crescent-shaped shirt, and his red hair was casually scattered. However, the fangs at the corners of his mouth were still there, not completely retracted into his mouth.
There was a hideous wound on his shoulder, and one could even see the white bones inside with the naked eye. It was caused by the Blood Shura's sword.
Although he was defeated in the end, he was still an invincible warrior.
Feng Qingyang waved his hand and ignored Zhang Hanfei beside him. He turned forward, picked up the big knife on the ground, weighed it in his hand, and was shocked again.
No one knew what material this broadsword was made of, but it weighed at least 100,000 jin, far exceeding his Yueshang Bow.
Looking at its edge, although it was a little distorted, it was automatically recovering. Feng Qingyang was surprised again and thought happily: "I'm afraid I have picked up a treasure this time."
After thinking for a moment, he put it into the storage ring, turned and walked towards Zhang Hanfei. When he was about to speak, the earth suddenly shook.
From the depths of the endless darkness came a roar that shook the soul to its core. At the same time, an unparalleled pressure came. Even Feng Qingyang felt his hair stand on end and was sweating profusely.
"It's the Shura King! That must be the Shura King, the Shura Overlord of the sixth level!"
Zhang Hanfei said in a trembling voice, with a trace of fear in his eyes. He looked as if he wanted to escape. However, at this moment, even if he wanted to leave, Feng Qingyang would not let him go.
"Han Fei, are you scared?"
Feng Qingyang spoke softly, looking straight at him, sighed slightly in his heart, and thought to himself that he was afraid that today's battle had planted a shadow in his heart. If he didn't resolve it, he was afraid that his cultivation would stop here.
"If you are afraid of such a battle, then have you ever thought about the future? Do you just want to be a stable leader of a canal?"
"Destiny is not predetermined, but in your own hands. When you are afraid, face it bravely, that's enough!"
After saying that, he looked at Zhang Hanfei meaningfully, and without caring what he thought, he flew forward alone and immediately disappeared into the darkness.