After a punch was thrown, the Great Witch Saint suddenly retreated backwards!
This was the first time Feng Qingyang had defeated her since they had confronted each other head-on!
She took one step back, then kept retreating. When she began to doubt her own strength, her failure was doomed. Feng Qingyang was like a ferocious beast, trampling on her last bit of strength.
The Great Witch Saint's heart was shaken. Looking at Feng Qingyang who was charging at her again, she suddenly gave up resisting and let his last punch land on her.
Boom... The Great Witch Saint spat out a mouthful of blood and suddenly flew backwards. At that moment, a trace of blood remained in the sky, like a rainbow hanging high in the night sky.
"You... must die!"
Feng Qingyang stepped on the ground and rushed up with a whoosh, flying towards the Great Witch Saint. While flying, he waved his hand again, and at that moment, he heard the sound of his right hand bones breaking.
However, he still launched his last attack, with the intention of suppressing the enemy for the last time. He wanted to kill the Great Witch Saint right here. His hair was red as blood and he exuded a fierce aura that even shook the moonlight.
A roar sounded, the sense of town poured down, and the projection of the mountain appeared again, but this time the mountain did not have the previous agility, instead it seemed a little ethereal.
But even if it was just that, it was not something the Great Witch Saint, who had already suffered severe damage, could resist. At the same time, Feng Qingyang stretched out his hands and grabbed at the void.
Suddenly, a visible ripple spread out, covering the Great Witch Saint who was still flying in the air. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to return to her everything that she had suffered before.
It was late at night, and everyone's minds had long been numb, some even unable to speak. Looking at Feng Qingyang, they didn't know what kind of look they had in their eyes. From the initial beating to the final counterattack, it was only a matter of minutes.
He is like a myth, constantly breaking another myth. In a short period of time, he surpassed himself, and his soul was sublimated in the battle.
He clenched his five fingers into a claw and pulled towards himself fiercely. With a muffled groan, the Great Witch Saint who was under Feng Qingyang's control suddenly appeared under the projection of Zhen Zhiyi.
As long as Feng Qingyang had a thought, as long as he waved his hand, she would be suppressed in an instant, but this time it was no longer suppression, but annihilation!
"Kill you! I will defeat myself!" Feng Qingyang began to shout in his heart again. He no longer hesitated, transferred the matter, waved his hand downward, and the projection came down with a bang.
The sky was falling and the earth was sinking, the void was turbulent, if it could be stronger, I am afraid it would shatter the sky. The aura of suppression was transmitted from far away, and the patriarchs of the Wuzhen tribe below released their magic power to cover their people.
That power of suppression is long-lasting, as if everything in the world must be wiped out under its suppression!
A roar was heard, echoing between heaven and earth, but at the last moment, a scream was heard suddenly. Feng Qingyang looked carefully and saw that the giant beast that was originally floating in the void suddenly moved, and in an instant it came under the projection of Zhen Zhiyi, then stretched out its tongue and rolled it, immediately protecting the Great Witch Saint.
After doing all this, Zhen Zhiyi's projection came down in an instant, shattering its entire body, but did not kill it with one blow.
So when Feng Qingyang was beginning to lose strength, the giant beast suddenly turned over, stirred up a gust of wind and fled the scene in an instant, quickly appearing in the dangerous mountains, and then disappeared in a flash.
…
“Run away?!”
Feng Qingyang closed his eyes. This was the last thought in his mind. Then he fell from the void with a bang and hit the white bones on the ground heavily.
"I won, Xiaozhu, Duoduo, the group fight did not lose!" Feng Qingyang murmured to himself, feeling the pain in his body but unstoppable joy in his heart.
Physical injuries can be recovered, but the sublimation of the soul is one in a million, and many cultivators may not even experience it once in their entire lives.
Moreover, his will not only helped himself, but also motivated all the people in the Wuzhen tribe, including those clan leaders who had lived for countless years.
The effect of a person's spirit is not that simple. In close combat, the two may be equally strong, but one person may have stronger momentum, so he will be the winner.
Just like Feng Qingyang, if he had become discouraged after being defeated by the Great Witch Saint, then it would not be her who would be running away now, but himself.
Suddenly, cheers broke out from the place. It was caused by excitement, an outburst of energy that had been suppressed to the extreme. Under the influence of Feng Qingyang, it soared into the sky in an instant.
Zhang Hanfei stood aside, his heart pounding wildly and his blood trembling uncontrollably. It was excitement, it was overwhelming, and it was also speechless.
After a long time, he slowly walked towards Feng Qingyang. As he began to move, countless young people behind him also began to slowly gather towards him.
When he walked to Feng Qingyang's side, looking at the wounds all over his body and the blood that had never stopped flowing, somehow, Zhang Hanfei's heart softened, and the tough guy almost shed tears.
He was touched!
At this moment, the young men and women around were all shocked. Looking at the hideous cuts and the vaguely visible white bones, they secretly clenched their fists.
Suddenly, the crowd dispersed on their own accord, and the women from the Wuzhen tribe stepped forward and stood beside Feng Qingyang. They transmitted their magic power one by one and enveloped Feng Qingyang.
In an instant, huge amounts of magical power poured down. Women are naturally delicate, so their magical power is most suitable for healing.
Countless magical powers gathered together, and seemed to turn into a panacea in an instant. Feng Qingyang lay on the ground, slowly absorbing their magical powers.
The thirsty Dantian Qi sea instantly became active after it began to absorb magic power, like a giant beast that could swallow the sky, and it immediately opened its big mouth, wanting to swallow it in one gulp.
With strands of gentle magic power injected into his body, Feng Qingyang finally regained some ability to move. He struggled to control himself. If he didn't, all these women would be sucked dry by him after one treatment.
After a long time, he stood up. There was still blood on his body, but the blood had stopped flowing. The hideous wounds also began to coagulate, turning into horrible scars that were branded on his chest.
At this moment, he just stood there calmly, but the people around him could only look up at him and didn't even dare to stand in the same line with him.
Standing beside him, there is only Han Fei, the only Zhang Hanfei who was enlightened by Feng Qingyang, because he, like Feng Qingyang, has a heart that yearns to become strong.
Since everyone wants to become a strong person, why should there be any distinction between high and low? Feng Qingyang turned his eyes and glanced at Zhang Hanfei. He nodded secretly in his heart, but at the moment of nodding, his brows furrowed even deeper.
"I hope you won't become my enemy!"