Before Feng Qingyang could speak, Zhang Hanfei on the side took the lead and ran away.
His face was livid, a sign of extreme rage.
Upon seeing this, the ugly Great Witch Saint smiled indifferently, but this smile was extremely weird, with two rows of white teeth protruding from his lips, appearing particularly bloodthirsty.
"It seems that what Wu Lao said is indeed correct. The rules this time have indeed changed from the past. But you are not qualified yet."
He said with a smile, not knowing that his words had already angered the people of Wuzhen Tribe. However, the funny thing was that they were just angry but dared not say anything. Obviously, the other side had only two people, but it seemed that they had thousands of troops, so they dared not take action.
However, for Zhang Hanfei, who has a somewhat impatient temper, this obviously has no effect.
He suddenly roared, and the flying sword behind him flashed, and immediately turned into a stream of light and whizzed away...
The light flickered and an astonishing pressure erupted. The people of the Wuzhen tribe below were stunned by the sword light that rose to the sky. Obviously, in their eyes, Zhang Hanfei was a little different.
However, only the Shuizhen tribe leader knew all this. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, but the look he gave Feng Qingyang was filled with sincere gratitude.
The sword roared and the power filled the sky. However, when the light shot towards the Great Witch Saint, he just raised his hand casually and waved it. With a crisp ding sound, the flying sword stopped in the air in an instant.
I saw a layer of light curtain appearing in front of the Holy Son. The light curtain was octagonal in shape, like a tortoise shell. It looked like autumn water, but it was extremely tough.
"Is that all you can do? It seems like Master Wu is exaggerating a bit."
The Great Witch Saint smiled disdainfully, his eyes widened, his body leaned forward slightly, and suddenly a ball of magic power burst out, the void twisted, and the flying sword's painful scream was heard.
Then with a buzzing sound, the light quickly dimmed and fell to the ground with a whoosh.
"Puff..."
Zhang Hanfei suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale instantly. The flying sword was connected to his mind, and when the flying sword was damaged, he inevitably suffered heavy damage.
His face was gloomy, and he looked at the Great Witch Saint Son and Saint Daughter standing on the giant beast in the distance, his heart filled with unwillingness.
If he had a stronger cultivation base, if the people of the Wuzhen tribe were not so weak, and if the five clan leaders dared to attack at the same time, then no matter how powerful the Saint Son or Saint Daughter were, they would have to suffer the consequences.
With Zhang Hanfei's defeat, Feng Qingyang finally showed some expression on his face.
However, he was indifferent, as if it was not his business, but he was involved.
"Are you the Holy Son of the Great Witch?" Feng Qingyang heard it casually, looking nonchalant. Ever since his momentum was crushed by the Holy Lady, he had not shown any impulse again!
However, they were secretly extremely cautious. After all, these were not ordinary people. Feng Qingyang could feel the murderous intent coming from the two of them.
If I'm not careful, I might end up in trouble.
"Who are you?"
The Holy Son looked at Feng Qingyang, and for some reason, his expression seemed a little unnatural, as if he knew him.
"I?!"
Feng Qingyang pointed at his nose, and when the Saint Son nodded, he said, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I am the one who killed you!"
"Hahahaha... What a joke, just you?"
The Holy Son shouted loudly, and his momentum exploded instantly without any concealment. At this moment, he finally revealed his full strength.
The wind and clouds changed color, and a powerful pressure swept out. His pressure was different from that of human cultivators. It was filled with an unyielding sense of resistance. In fact, it was somewhat similar to Feng Qingyang's.
The pressure swept across the world, causing the bones below to buzz, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.
Crack... After the missing piece of bone roared, it shattered instantly, and countless ashes rose up with the wind, spread out, and flew towards everyone.
The ground was broken, and soil and rocks were flying. It seemed to have turned into quicksand or an underground river. Some places actually began to sink slowly, and the soil broke apart, revealing the decay within. In an instant, everyone was on edge.
"Just you... How can you kill me?"
Seeing that the people of Wuzhen tribe seemed to have been suppressed, the Holy Son was obviously satisfied. He looked at Feng Qingyang with disdain, but gave him enough time to prepare, as if he wanted to see his methods.
"Just... this!"
Feng Qingyang suddenly changed. He was no longer as gentle and elegant as before. His face was ferocious, and behind him he had a tail covered with barbs and spikes. When the tail swung, a whistling sound could be heard in the void.
The sky at this moment was night, perhaps there was no daytime here. A moon hung high in the sky, shining its cold light, making the earth full of solemnity.
The sky was dim and the moonlight was cold. The ring in Feng Qingyang's hand flashed, and he instantly took out the Yueshang Bow that he had nurtured for a long time. He held it in his hand, and the aura on his body exploded.
The earth was shaking, and the two of them hadn't made a move yet, but their momentum had already begun a fierce competition, like a tug-of-war, each occupying half of the sky.
Suddenly, Feng Qingyang raised his hand, and his body moved slightly, like a bent shrimp. He pulled the Yueshang Bow into a full moon, and countless essences in the world gathered between his fingers along the air flow.
At that moment, his fingers were dazzling, and although he looked horrible, at that moment, they were somewhat sacred.
The silver moonlight, the strong arrow energy, and the intertwined momentum of the two caused the ground below to shake again.
The humming sound of those white bones seemed to have begun to play a vicissitudes of life war song, which was the fate and origin of the two races.
The white bones flew up and exploded one after another in the air. The moonlight shining down seemed to cut them into pieces. It seemed that all this was just a natural thing!
The moonlight killed them. At this moment, both of them were borrowing the power of the moonlight!
The Great Witch Saint was stunned. Looking at Feng Qingyang who was drawing his bow, coupled with his overwhelming aura, he felt a little frightened, although his aura was not weaker than his, and was even stronger.
But his heart was still beating wildly.
Feng Qingyang's expression was calm, even indifferent. In his eyes, the world no longer existed. The moment he took out the Yueshang Bow, there was only one person left in his eyes - that was the Great Witch Saint Son.
That's his prey!
When the essence of heaven and earth gathered to a certain level, and when Feng Qingyang had already felt the trembling and excitement of Yue Shang Gong, he decisively let go of his hand without hesitation.
An arrow of light formed by the essence of heaven and earth was born in an instant, like a dazzling meteor, cutting through the dim sky and whistling towards the Great Witch Saint.
The flashing arrow light did not contain any peerless pressure. It seemed to be calm and silent. Even the sound of breaking through the air was not heard. It just disappeared into the night sky.
In fact, that was a sign that it was reaching its extreme speed. It was like a meteor, chasing the stars and catching the moon. The light it emitted seemed to be just for the brilliant eternity of that moment.
“Well done!”