"Really
"Really!" Feng Qingyang didn't answer, but he said so in his heart. He was filled with pity for this little girl who he felt like he had known for a long time at first sight.
The two of them stood quietly beside the lake, looking like a pair of immortal lovers. It is said that one does not envy the mandarin ducks or the immortals. In this life, there is no need for too many storms, just relying on each other and accompanying each other is enough!
All we can say is that the sky has feelings and will grow old. The difference between what we think in our hearts and the reality will always result in some changes to a greater or lesser extent. And the occurrence of these changes is like a turning gear, which will return to the starting point after a miss.
I don't know when the four people, Feng, Lei, Yu and Dian, who were standing aside, had quietly left. Perhaps they wanted to leave this rare tranquility to Feng Qingyang.
It's a pity that the weather is not good, there will always be one or two grasshoppers jumping around. If you say that you can't fight in the dark night ghost market, people die for money and birds die for food. As long as it can help your cultivation, how can you not make others jealous? How can you prevent the temptation from treasures
The originally peaceful lake had been filled with murderous intent since some point in time. The invisible murderous aura caused the birds around to stop singing.
Feng Qingyang sneered in his heart and thought to himself that he really didn't know what was good for him.
If he was still in the middle stage of corpse jumping, he might be more cautious in the fight.
But now he has reached the peak of the late stage of corpse jumping, and even has a sea of qi in his dantian, and he is only a little bit away from advancing to the level of wandering corpse. With such a strong cultivation, he is not afraid as long as he does not encounter a powerful person in the middle or late stage of foundation building.
"Snow Bamboo."
"kindness?"
"Wait for me here for a while, I'm going to go swat a couple of flies..." Feng Qingyang said humorously. He couldn't bear to let Zhu Xuezhu see that bloody scene, and he didn't want her to be involved in this bloody world.
"Okay!" Zhu Xuezhu seemed to know something as well. She didn't ask any more questions. She pulled away the arms that were still hugging him and sat alone on the grass near the lake, hugging her knees with her hands. She felt that it was extremely beautiful.
"I'll be back soon..."
call out!
He leaped to an open space behind him with a swish, and sure enough, the murderous intent hidden in the dark also shifted direction with him.
"What kind of real ability is it to hide your head and show your tail? Are all people in the world of cultivation so shameful?" After choosing a place, Feng Qingyang stood there and said to the air.
Swish!
A big tree beside the open space shook twice, and two middle-aged men flew out from it at the same time. One had a scar on his face, looking ferocious, and the other had delicate features, looking like a weak scholar.
But the fluctuations of magic power in the two men's bodies clearly told Feng Qingyang that they were not good people, and the murderous aura after years of killing was also unusually strong.
"Jiangnan!"
"Five Tyrants!"
Sure enough, even his name is related to his appearance.
The two men introduced themselves and had some respect for Feng Qingyang's demeanor. After all, they were also ruthless killers who had been famous for many years among the independent cultivators in the world of cultivation. If ordinary people in the late stage of Qi training saw them, they would probably be scared to pee their pants.
"What do you want from me?" Feng Qingyang asked knowingly.
Jiangnan and Wuba looked at each other and said, "I'll take your life and take our 'Ice Ling Grass' by the way." When they mentioned 'Ice Ling Grass', their eyes lit up and they looked at Feng Qingyang as if they were looking at a dead person.
Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "Do you think you can defeat me with your cultivation at the peak of the late Qi Refining stage?"
"How do you know if you don't try?" Jiangnan said with a smile.
"Why don't you do it?"
"I've already started!"
The five tyrants' hideous laughter lingered in the air, and only Jiangnan was standing there, looking at Feng Qingyang with an evil smile.
"Five Tiger Flame Blades!"
"die!"
A loud shout came from Feng Qingyang's left, and at the same time a wave of scorching air rushed over. Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows. Is it a cultivator who is approaching
He did not dodge or evade, his whole body was covered with "copper skin and iron bones", and his hands, which were shrouded in sleeves, were already covered with keratin and sharp nails.
brush!
With a flash of sword light, the Five Tiger Flame Sword chopped down on the head, followed by the fluctuation of magic power unique to the cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining. With the blessing of magic power, the sword force became more ferocious.
when!
At the critical moment, Feng Qingyang turned around abruptly and held the big knife tightly with both hands.
Crash!
The sword energy chopped down, and even a deep crack appeared in the ground. However, Feng Qingyang did not suffer any damage except for the loss of one or two hairs. Even his breathing did not become jerky.
"Arrogant! You are looking for death!" Wu Ba used his secret technique to try to take back the sword, but the sword in Feng Qingyang's hand seemed to be stuck in a mud pond, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.
"Playing close to me? You're still a little naive."
Under the extremely horrified gaze of Wu Ba, Feng Qingyang clamped the blade with both hands and swung it for the first time, throwing him out with a swish.
Jiangnan, who was standing by, was shocked when he saw Feng Qingyang knock the Five Hegemons flying. He put away the contempt in his eyes and raised the magic weapon in his hand to attack Feng Qingyang.
"Eagle hook!"
The magic weapon grew bigger in the wind and turned into a huge eagle claw that grabbed Feng Qingyang directly.
A sharp eagle cry was heard in the air. This magic weapon actually had a little sonic power. This kind of magic weapon that could affect the opponent's mind during battle was extremely rare.
Feng Qingyang was slightly distracted, and the eagle hook came at him with unparalleled force, and he was caught off guard and was hit.
when!
But then there was a loud noise. Feng Qingyang's 'copper skin and iron bones' were no joke. This was the first layer of the 'incarnation of the zombie ancestor'. It could be soft or hard. Its hardness was almost comparable to that of ordinary magic weapons.
Although he blocked the eagle hook, the power contained in it still made Feng Qingyang groan and take several steps back.
"Awesome, worthy of being someone who walks in the world of assassination!" Feng Qingyang said inwardly. It seemed that the two of them had only the cultivation level of the peak of the late Qi Refining period. One attacked from a distance while the other fought in close combat.
The explosive force that was unleashed could kill a cultivator at the peak of the late stage of Qi Refining in an instant. (PS: I think it’s just to make up the word count when I always refer to cultivators as cultivators. The same is true for cultivators, so I’ll just call them cultivators from now on.)
The Five Hegemons had already flown back and landed to stand next to Jiangnan. Both of them had horror in their eyes. Feng Qingyang's powerful force and impeccable defense shocked them.
What kind of person is this
"It's my turn!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed in front of Wu Ba in an instant and punched him without waiting for him to react.
'Copper Skin and Iron Bones' not only gave him super strong defense, but more importantly, it enhanced his speed.
"Try my Overlord Fist..." He chuckled.
Wu Ba, who was unable to dodge, heard a crisp cracking sound in his chest, and at the same time, several thick bones pierced out of his flesh on his back.
Boom!
The Five Tyrants fell to the ground and twitched continuously, but their eyes had lost their luster and they died with their eyes open.
One move!
To be precise, it was just one punch!
He killed a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining with one punch. How powerful must this be
Jiangnan, who had luckily dodged, flew into the sky in a hurry, holding the shrunken Ying Gou Ci in his hand, and looked at Feng Qingyang in shock. This time they were against the wall and even lost their lives.
"Do you want me to come up on my own initiative?"