The Great Witch Saint let out a low roar, and black mist shrouded his face. The light curtain that had previously blocked the flying sword appeared again.
It is densely presented, but this time the tortoise shells on it appear more profound, and an ancient and vicissitudes of life atmosphere instantly oppresses it.
The earth was shaking. At this moment, it seemed that it was no longer a fight between two people, but two different wills. One wanted to destroy everything, and the other wanted to resist!
Under the moonlight, the night was dark and icy, and the rolling cold air poured down, turning into a fierce murderous intent that froze people's hearts. That feeling was like being frozen three feet deep!
The arrow of light passed through the void, and when it appeared again, it was already above the light curtain, only a few meters away from the Great Witch Saint.
A heart-pounding sharp sound erupted in the void. It was the sharpest spear piercing the strongest shield.
The light arrow had no substance, only a bright light appeared in front of everyone's eyes, extremely dazzling, as if it was just a dot, a dot carrying the power of thousands of troops.
The Great Witch Saint groaned and felt that he had suffered a heavy blow. The light arrow did not shatter his defensive light curtain, but an invisible force penetrated straight into it.
At that moment, his mind was shaken, his body was fine, but his complexion instantly turned golden, as pale as gold paper, and thunder rolled in his head, causing him to bleed!
It was just an arrow, just a simple arrow. It might seem simple to outsiders, but in fact it contained Feng Qingyang's extremely domineering and cold power. Its power was infinitely close to his full-strength attack.
Now, the Great Witch Saint was in danger of life and death. At the moment he shed blood, the light curtain tortoise shell also shattered at this moment, turning into star-like light points and annihilated in the vast void.
"Break it for me!" The Great Witch Saint roared, and the tortoise-shell light curtain shattered. He stretched his head forward and forcibly stopped the light arrow that was about to pierce his head.
His pupils contracted, and he clearly felt his blood vessels stop beating and his heart almost stop beating. Countless cracks appeared on his face, as if he was about to follow in the footsteps of the light curtain.
This was the first time in his life that he felt the crisis of death, and it was also the first time in his life that he suffered a setback. At this moment, the Great Witch Saint was angry!
He stretched out his hands, crossed them and a mace flashed out. Without thinking, he smashed the mace in front of him!
There was a loud bang, the void shook, and the arrow of light shattered, but at the moment of shattering, it bloomed its most beautiful moment.
It was a flower, a beautiful, but cold flower!
When the people of the Wuzhen tribe below saw this scene, they were all shocked and their minds were in turmoil. They looked at Feng Qingyang as if they were looking at a devil.
They never thought that she would be so strong!
"He actually used his powerful willpower to stop my light arrow!" Feng Qingyang was also extremely surprised at this moment. This was the first time he saw such a powerful willpower since his debut.
If it is strong enough, it will surely blossom in an instant and dominate the world!
After the Great Witch Saint blocked the lightsaber, the black mist on his body suddenly dissipated, revealing his bronze skin. He only had a pair of leather pants on his lower body, and his upper body was naked.
There was a totem on his chest, which looked like a ferocious beast, and that ferocious beast was the big fish under their feet.
"Do you want to try taking a hit from my stick too?" The Great Witch Saint raised the corner of his mouth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Feng Qingyang with a very ferocious look.
With a loud bang, his whole body burst into energy, and the totem on his chest suddenly glowed. After the light was injected into the mace, he no longer hesitated and smashed it towards Feng Qingyang's head in an instant!
The mace carries the force of ten thousand troops and has a power to create the world. With a simple smash, it grows bigger in the wind and instantly locks onto Feng Qingyang. Countless phantoms appear one after another.
The Qi force formed into a gust of wind, whistling loudly. Countless flying bones were destroyed again in an instant. Even before they turned into ashes, they were cut into pieces by the Qi force of the mace and flew all over the sky!
At that moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly had an illusion in front of his eyes, as if a giant was holding a huge axe and chopping down at him.
The night was chilly, making the mace glow with cold light. The moonlight helped people, and it was with the help of the cold power of the moonlight that he looked so domineering and majestic.
"Blood Demon Handprint!"
Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, and his body flashed backwards, forcibly moving away at the moment when the mace was about to hit him.
As he uttered a few words, a strange red light flashed in his eyes, and his long blood-red hair moved in the wind. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and at the moment when his aura reached its peak, he pressed forward instantly.
With a loud bang, countless red clouds suddenly appeared in the dim night sky. The red clouds came from afar, rumbling and overlapping, pressing down layer by layer!
The red clouds rolled, with lightning flashing in them, like evil dragons with bared fangs and claws. They roared at the bottom and instantly enveloped the Great Witch Saint.
Feng Qingyang was covered in black scales, with his tail swaying behind him. In his hand he held the Yueshang Bow, which was surrounded by lightning and endless flashing black mist.
He was full of pressure, and he took a step forward. The void instantly trembled. At that moment, a million pounds of strength exploded, a deafening roar sounded, and a distorted ripple could be seen slowly spreading.
The Blood Demon's huge handprint easily broke free of the mace's energy, and at the same time the handprint quickly spread out, instantly appearing under Feng Qingyang's feet, becoming his first stepping object.
Feng Qingyang did not stop, and took the second step with great majesty. As his feet moved, the red cloud followed his movement, instantly crossing a distance of countless feet and suddenly appeared above the Great Witch Saint.
He looked down, and the Yueshang bow in his hand was pulled into a full moon again. The void under his feet shook, and there were bursts of roars. Behind him, the figure of a giant black beast appeared. It was - Hou Zun!
Endless cold air gathered on the Yueshang Bow, absorbing the moonlight. In addition, it seemed to be midnight at this moment. Although the sky was still dark, the time had come.
The moonlight was cold, illuminating Feng Qingyang in the sky and the Great Witch Saint on the back of the giant beast!
"My arrow can destroy the world, shatter the sky, and make you rise or fall!" Feng Qingyang whispered loudly, and at this moment he seemed even more extraordinary and domineering.
He only saw a slight movement, but did not let go. Instead, he pulled it back slightly again. A whistling sound came to his ears, and it seemed that he heard the roar of the phantom of the Qilin.
That is conquest, that is the power that looks down on the world!
As the bowstring trembled, the superimposed power doubled again. At that moment, Feng Qingyang felt that he was not holding a bow, but a peerless ferocious beast.
He really wanted to open his mouth wide and swallow everything in front of him!
The void hummed, it was an immortal war song. The battle was silent, and even the conversation between them was less than ten sentences. However, it was a contest between life and death.
Suddenly, he loosened his fingertips!