He was full of vigor and vitality, and his whole body shook, instantly dispersing the blood dance around him, revealing the white crescent mountain of Del.
With a long sword in hand, I feel like I own the world.
He held the sword, raised his hand, and pointed far ahead, with a trace of contempt in his eyes. If his magic power had not been exhausted before, he would never have suffered such a severe trauma.
"I want to avenge my previous humiliation!"
As he roared in anger, the statue holding the big knife also let out a roar, as if Feng Qingyang's arrogance had completely angered him. He turned around and glanced at the statue controlling the ancient bronze coffin next to him, and seemed to say something.
Sure enough, when he turned around, the statue holding the dustpan was no longer targeting Feng Qing. Then, he turned forward and swung the big knife in his hand. A visible blade energy instantly cut through the sky and slashed towards Feng Qingyang.
"A trifle!"
Feng Qingyang smiled casually, looking at the oncoming sword energy, with no comment on his face, as if he was mocking him, and slashed with his sword casually. A strong sword energy gushed out, which was much stronger than the sword energy. The sword energy and the sword energy collided with each other and exploded instantly. A visible air wave immediately spread to both sides.
"Why is this sword so strange?"
Feng Qingyang was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the broken sword could burst out with such powerful power, which was almost comparable to his full strength.
It was clearly just a broken sword, and even when his mind was immersed in it, he did not feel any consciousness, which meant that the sword was definitely not a treasure or spiritual weapon.
However, if it was an ordinary sword, how could it be so powerful? He was puzzled, but he didn't think too much about it. Anyway, it wouldn't harm him. He originally planned to use the Judge's Pen to destroy the two mysterious statues at once.
Now that he had the Broken Sword, what was there to fear? And there was no backlash, on the contrary it was a blessing, and Feng Qingyang was delighted when he realized this.
He rushed forward with the sword and immediately engaged in a fierce battle with the man holding the knife.
The hall was in turmoil, with bursts of clanging sounds coming from it. Feng Qingyang was completely black. He had used the second level of 'Copper Skin and Iron Bones' and transformed himself into a creature that looked like both a human and a beast.
With a flick of his tail, the earth shook and the whip made a crackling sound. He held the broken sword in his big paws and rolled out beautiful sword flowers. It looked gorgeous but contained a huge and shocking murderous intent.
Although he did not understand swords, he knew what the soul and spirit of the sword were. As long as he could achieve the unity of man and sword, he would be able to unleash extremely powerful power even if he did not understand swords.
He chose the path of killing and ferocity, so he swung the sword in his hand vigorously. He fought with the sword-holding statue in the void for several rounds, but the winner was not determined.
The hall was shaking and there were endless roaring sounds. If it weren't for the special nature of this place, the hall would have been reduced to ashes long ago. The fact that it did not change at all after withstanding such a powerful movement showed how normal it was.
Feng Qingyang held the sword, and two million pounds of strength poured into the broken sword. At this moment, he seemed to be injected with chicken blood, his face was high, and the surging fighting spirit filled his whole body.
He chopped down with his sword, and the sword body grew larger in the wind, and suddenly turned into several long pieces. With a bang, it chopped down the statue. There was a sharp explosion, and the statue suddenly cracked, as if it would collapse at any time.
However, at this moment, the statue smiled strangely, as if it would allow Feng Qingyang to hit him. The cracks spread, but suddenly stopped, and then a strange scene appeared.
The statue stood still, and even the charm on his body had disappeared, as if it had turned back into its previous rigid state. However, Feng Qingyang felt a fatal crisis from him.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and he felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. His hair stood up instantly and he flew forward quickly. However, it was too late!
Just as he had the thought of running away, the other statue that was watching the fight on the side suddenly waved his hand, and the ancient bronze coffin rumbled, and a mysterious yellow aura dropped.
Feng Qingyang was frozen in an instant. He said to himself, "Oh my god!" and felt a heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body. He took a deep breath and, with his extraordinary willpower, broke free from the suppression of the ancient coffin, fell to the ground and rolled to the side.
He grimaced and turned his head to see a large wound on his shoulder so deep that the bone was visible. This half of his body was almost shattered.
At the moment when his blood splattered, the statue holding the big knife suddenly absorbed it. The light on its body dimmed a little in an instant, but it was more full of charm.
This was clearly noticed by Feng Qingyang. He gritted his teeth, stood up, and casually tapped his shoulder. With a click, the aorta was immediately blocked, and the blood that was originally flowing wildly stopped instantly.
But in this way, his left arm temporarily lost strength and he could only rely on one hand.
He jumped up and fought with the big sword statue again.
The clanging sound was heard again. You hit me with a knife, I hit him with a sword. The left half of his body was almost broken. But the statue was not in a good condition either. After absorbing Feng Qingyang's blood and energy, the charm disappeared after a short battle. It was obvious that he was also seriously injured.
Moreover, there were cracks all over his body, as if he would collapse at any time.
Feng Qingyang's whole body was emitting black light, and the image of Qiong Zun condensed behind him. It seemed that he had already transformed into Qiong Zun, and the broken sword was exactly Qiong Zun's fang.
His blood was surging and boiling, and he let out loud roars, as if he was venting his emotions and expressing his unwillingness. He raised his huge feet and stomped hard on the ground!
War tramples! What is trampled is the oppression of heaven!
“Ouch!”
It roared wildly, and the sound waves were like thunder, which really made people's eardrums buzz and their heads roar. Feng Qingyang showed his divine power, and the big knife statue was also impatient. His whole body was as hard as iron, and it seemed that he was also a practitioner of the way of physical body.
He did not use any magic, but just fought with Feng Qingyang in close combat. Every time he chopped off his sword, it felt as if every punch hit the flesh.
In this way, the two fought for what seemed like half a day. Feng Qingyang turned into a bloody man again, and the shadow of the Qiong Zun behind him was shattered.
The big sword statue was in even worse shape, with large cracks all over it. It looked shaky and was about to collapse.
At this point in the battle, Feng Qingyang could no longer hold back his anger. He gathered all his strength and shrunk the broken sword. He stretched out his long and sharp nails and just wrapped the broken sword.
"Ao Jiutian!"
He shouted loudly, and his aura instantly reached its peak. His steps were mysterious, and the red color flew in the wind, like a demon god. This time, he completely burst out with all his strength.
This punch was enough to blow up a hill. He was like a meteor, stepping on the void and instantly smashing towards the big knife statue.
Boom…
The earth shook violently, and the light in the hall dimmed in an instant, as if it had suffered a severe blow!
“Wow… so awesome!”