"Elder Wuchen, let me go and kill this brat first."
Without waiting for Master Wu Chen to speak, a young man with a gloomy face stepped out from the crowd first. He was holding a two-finger-wide green steel sword in his hand. The sword was slender and flashed with cold light. It was obvious at a glance that it was not an ordinary item. He walked out with a deadpan face.
It is said that the gun shoots the bird that sticks its head out, and the wind blows the tree that is affected by the wind; Feng Qingyang sneered, for such arrogant Maoshan Taoist priests, they would definitely be the ones who die the fastest.
"Qingyang, let me do it. He is a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, and he is naturally restrained against zombies like you..."
Gui Feng said worriedly, he was a man who looked to be in his thirties, with a square face. Although he was a member of the Ghost King Sect, he was full of righteousness.
Feng Qingyang felt warm in his heart. He didn't expect that these evil demons who were suppressed by the righteous path were so true to their nature.
"It's okay, I'll beat him up in minutes!" Feng Qingyang was full of confidence, looking calm and composed, not caring about the man from Maoshan at all.
"Brother Yizhen, kill him, kill this arrogant zombie!" Yizhen's face was turning green with anger, and his eyes were full of viciousness. If looks could kill, Feng Qingyang would have died a thousand times in an instant.
"Arrogant." Yi Zhen roared and stepped out without paying attention to the fiery look in Wu Chen Zhenren's eyes, pointing a thin green steel sword at Feng Qingyang from a distance, his nostrils almost pointing to the sky.
"What a good plan!" Withered Tree thought to himself when he saw the situation. Feng Qingyang repeatedly provoked the Maoshan disciples with the purpose of arousing their anger. Perhaps anger would burst out with more powerful force, but more often it would leave many fatal loopholes for himself. In addition, they all looked arrogant, so Withered Tree smiled.
"Come on!" Feng Qingyang smiled and jumped into the battle circle nonchalantly. The two were only ten meters apart, and powerful magic waves were rippling between heaven and earth.
The two of them started fighting without any hesitation. Yizhen relied on his cultivation in the late stage of Qi Refining and did not take Feng Qingyang seriously, which was exactly what Feng Qingyang wanted.
The magic power is rampant and the murderous aura is wanton.
"Monster, take my talisman!"
Yizhen dodged thousands of times and slashed through the air with the green steel sword, while his other hand cast a magical talisman that was shining brightly.
"Hurry up and give the order, hurry up!"
call!
The talisman paper grew larger in the wind, like a small mountain pressing down on him, and the mountain was as heavy as a thousand pounds. Feng Qingyang looked truly miserable under the attack of the flying sword and the talisman paper.
"Master, will Qingyang be okay?" Gui Yu asked anxiously. She was the only woman in the wind, thunder, rain and lightning. She was 28 years old, graceful and elegant, with a temperament that was as good as men. She didn't look like a demon at all.
"Trust him, nothing will happen." Ku Shu said without turning his head. In fact, he was secretly worried about Feng Qingyang.
“Boom!”
The mountain pressed down, Yizhen had a grim smile on his face, as if he had seen Feng Qingyang being smashed into a meat pie. He waved his finger and the flying sword flew back into his hand.
"rise!"
As soon as the incantation was spoken, the hill disappeared in an instant. Everyone leaned over to look and couldn't help but gasp at the same time, their eyelids twitching. Feng Qingyang was standing there intact, without even a trace of injury. You have to know that the hill must have weighed at least a thousand pounds!
"It's my turn!"
As soon as he finished saying the word, he disappeared without a trace, as if he had evaporated, without a trace of breath.
"Brother Yizhen, watch out for your head!"
At this moment, all the Maoshan disciples suddenly shouted loudly. Yizhen's heart tightened, and he used his magic power to protect his whole body. With one hand, he pointed, and the flying sword pierced straight forward with a swish.
The sword stabbed so fast and fiercely that Gui Yu screamed and turned his head away, not daring to look.
"brush!"
Feng Qingyang, who was still in the air, disappeared like a ghost.
When he appeared again, he was already next to Yizhen. He grabbed his head with his sharp nails and broke his neck with just a slight twist.
With a puff, blood spurted into the sky, and some of it stained Feng Qingyang's face. Combined with his pair of thick fangs, he looked like a demon.
Except for a few elders, the other disciples just stared at him in a daze, unable to speak.
“Plop.”
The headless corpse rolled into the blood pool, floating up and down in it. The blood pool rolled for a while, as if something was about to break out of the pool at any time.
It happened so fast, in a split second, so fast that Yizhen didn't even use his full strength. His death was not only due to his own pride, but more to his lack of fighting skills. He had no experience in life-and-death battles.
"evildoer!"
Wu Chen roared and was about to slap him.
"What a fickle old man."
Ku Shu also went forward, and the two men looked at each other coldly and were about to start a fight.
"Old Wu Chen, stop talking nonsense and let the remaining two come together!" Feng Qingyang suddenly said again, directly interrupting their attack.
"You are playing with fire!" Wu Chen said gritting his teeth.
"Yiyu, Ikkiu, you two have to flay him alive!"
"It's rude not to reciprocate. You abused and tortured me in the past, and today I want to kill your disciple in front of you." Feng Qingyang looked disdainful, but secretly he was more cautious. It is said that even a rabbit will bite when it is angry, let alone the old Taoist Wu Chen who is even more vicious than a rabbit.
Two more people walked out of the crowd, holding peach wood swords, and seemed to want to kill him with these peach wood swords that were specially made to restrain the evil zombies.
"What a clever bunch of guys." Feng Qingyang said secretly, concentrating his whole body and circulating his magic power throughout his body. He was not afraid of the flying sword that could easily pierce him, but he was extremely afraid of this peach wood sword.
"Ikkyu? Do you think you are the smart little monk Ikkyu?" Feng Qingyang roared and approached quickly, waving his two claws from a distance.
Withered Tree frowned, and for a moment he couldn't figure out Feng Qingyang. He knew that sending him away like this would only cause him to suffer heavy losses.
Sure enough, Yixiu and Yiyu smiled slightly, shook the peach wood sword, and suddenly a bolt of lightning wrapped around it.
"Hurry up and give the order, hurry up!"
Just as Feng Qingyang was about to equip the peach wood sword, he suddenly made a sharp turn at the critical moment, and his forward body suddenly stopped. He waved a magic talisman in his hand and threw it at Ikkiu.
As soon as the word "疾" came out, the talisman instantly turned into a huge fireball and wrapped him.
The cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining has a weak body, but has great magic power. This magic-level talisman cannot burn him to death for the time being. But at this moment, Feng Qingyang was relentless and rushed forward again. He was not afraid of the flame of the magic-level talisman and directly pushed him into the blood pool.
"ah!"
Before Ikkyu could put out the flames on his body, he rolled into a pool of blood. He kept struggling in the pool, but it was all in vain. There seemed to be a big hand in the pool that grabbed him and pulled him to the bottom of the pool.
The blood pool rolled again, and this time the fluctuations were more violent. As long as one person was sacrificed with blood, it would be completely opened.
"He...he...how could he know my Maoshan secret technique?"