Hearing this, Feng Qingyang murmured and moved his lips with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something.
"Did I lose?" A question suddenly appeared in his mind, and at the same time, accompanied by the roar of Huo Zun, his mind suddenly became clear.
"No, I didn't lose. I can't lose. I have the bloodline of the Supreme Zombie King, and there are many people waiting for me to awaken. How can I lose?"
His eyes were shining, as if he had gained great strength at this moment. Under the astonished gaze of the Great Witch Saint, he stood up with a somersault, even though blood was still flowing from his body and some bones had been exposed.
He took a deep breath, which was a mixture of blood and the desolation of the bones around him. In an instant, his spirits were lifted. He did not use the "Copper Skin and Iron Bones", but just stood there quietly.
The white crescent shirt rustled in the wind. At that moment, his whole body suddenly changed. Apart from his previous arrogance, the suppressed unyielding spirit erupted like a volcano in an instant.
It seemed that at this moment, he had undergone a transformation, a transformation that was approaching death, that was protection. He had his own beliefs, and they had always been steadfast.
He stood up, with black mist flashing on his body, like a flying arrow, and then rushed towards the big warrior girl who was walking towards him. At that moment, he rushed forward with unparalleled anger and hatred.
Seeing this, the Great Witch Saint smiled calmly. Although she was surprised why Feng Qingyang could stand up, she did not take his strength to heart.
Her long skirt fluttered, and in an instant she returned to her otherworldly appearance. She raised her hand and suddenly slapped Feng Qingyang who was rushing towards her.
This time, Feng Qingyang did not retreat. He wanted to fight, and he had to fight! This was his belief and his will. He not only wanted to fight the Great Witch Saint, but also to defeat himself.
The weakness in the God of War's heart made him stronger, overcoming everything in his heart, allowing himself to break through and be tempered in battle. Just like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, he no longer relied on the unyielding power of the Corpse King's bloodline, but on his own spiritual will.
Like a spring silkworm, the moment it breaks out of its cocoon is its most brilliant moment!
"I will not lose, and I will not die!" He let out a low roar. Although the Great Witch Saint was very powerful, she was not out of his reach. After all, the previous Zhen Yi had also injured her. Just based on this point, Feng Qingyang knew that he could still resist.
The two collided and their palms faced each other. At that moment, he felt as if he had hit a piece of cold and soft soil. Then, there was a loud bang in his ears and he flew backwards in an instant.
During all this, he did not roll on the ground, but stood on the ground. There were even sparks coming out from under his feet. He was covered in blood, and the previous palm strike made his arms tremble.
What a powerful physical strength, yet it can be on par with him. As expected, anyone who is on the verge of becoming a zombie is a group of perverts.
Shaking his head to clear himself up, he did not hesitate, stepped forward, and poured all his 2.99 million kilograms of strength into his palms.
At that moment, the moon had lost its brilliance, and his body was screaming. It was desire, the desire to fight. It was him emerging from his cocoon and becoming a butterfly, giving birth to his indomitable spirit. It was his courage to move forward and conquer the world!
Boom, boom, boom... In just a few short breaths, he collided with the Great Witch Saint more than a dozen times. Although every collision made his whole body numb and blood flowed, he still clenched his teeth and never retreated.
Under such circumstances, Feng Qingyang became more and more courageous as the battle went on. He even threw away his defense and rushed forward with a desperate attitude, ready to lose three thousand of his own lives and kill eight hundred of the enemies.
The Great Witch Saint's pupils shrank, with light flickering in them. Her chest trembled slightly, which was the sound of her panting. The beads of sweat on the tip of her nose also showed that her current state was not as relaxed as it seemed.
He looked at Feng Qingyang who was rushing towards him like a demon. He seemed to be looking at not a person, but a machine, a machine born only for war, a battle maniac.
There was a sharp edge in him, and his eyes were like a sharp knife, revealing the determination of a trapped beast to fight to the death, but more than that, it was the determination not to retreat before the courage comes.
He is like a mountain that will never fall down again. Even if he is crushed, he will not bend easily.
At this moment, he had an idea in his mind, which eventually turned into the faces of the women he loved. That was his spirit, that was his protection.
All of this began to merge in an instant, and finally turned into an indestructible will of a strong man, tearing through the sky and passing through the body.
"I won't be afraid anymore, I won't admit defeat, and I won't fall down again!" He punched out with a force of two hundred pounds and one hundred and ninety thousand pounds, a force that made the void tremble.
In front of his eyes, he suddenly returned to the scene in the Dark Night Ghost Market, where Zhu Xuezhu fell on him covered in blood, and Qian Duoduo was taken away by the mysterious woman!
All this made him angry. He threw this punch with unwillingness and the heart of a strong man. His eyes remained unchanged and his determination made the Great Witch Saint even dare not look him in the face.
"Next time, if I face a strong man, I will not run away. Even if I die in battle, I will not retreat. I will protect my beliefs because they are my deepest softness!"
He was roaring and shouting, and while running, his fist collided with the palm of the Great Witch Saint again.
At that moment, the sound of bones crunching was heard, which was a reminder that the limit had been reached.
Although in pain, there was no sign of pain on his face. Instead, he swung his fist again, suddenly charged forward to move a distance of several feet, and instantly threw out another punch.
Boom, boom, boom... The sound of vibrations was endless, reverberating over this empty battlefield, distant and spreading, until it reached very far away.
In the Wuzhen tribe, some young men clenched their fists. The weakness in their eyes was gone, and instead there was a surge of excitement.
That is power, that is a symbol of strength. They admire Feng Qingyang and admire his spirit of never backing down.
They saw Feng Qingyang vomiting blood, saw the white bones in his chest, and saw that half of his body was almost broken, but they also saw the embarrassment of the Great Witch Saint and the blood at the corner of her mouth.
The brutality and bravery of this battle shocked everyone present. Even the giant beast hovering in the air was slightly distracted and stopped roaring.
"I want to fight, I want to fight!"
Feng Qingyang went back again. At this moment, he seemed to have reached the end of his strength. He didn't know if he still had the strength, but he knew that he couldn't fall down. He never wanted to experience failure again, because he had the heart of a strong man and he was proud and unyielding!
“Brother Qingyang, I’m waiting for you… waiting for you… waiting for you…” The faces of several women appeared in front of him at the same time. He felt his vision a little blurry, but his hands did not stop at all.
One punch, two punches, three punches...
"When I am no longer afraid of anything, have I already defeated you?"