The surprise in my mind was only a flash, and then turned into a solemn look!
The old man he was facing was the one with the highest cultivation and realm among all the people. Looking at Feng Qingyang, the anger in his eyes almost burst into fire. The previous sneak attack was caused by him.
He sighed inwardly, feeling regretful, then raised his hand, leaned forward slightly, and suddenly shook it forward. The raised hand began to transform in an instant. He believed that with the peak realm of the middle stage of Huadao, he was able to easily crush Feng Qingyang.
The illusory right hand suddenly burst out with an earth-shaking momentum, affecting the heaven and earth. The void trembled, and suddenly a strong vortex, as if connecting to another world, came straight towards Feng Qingyang.
The tyrannical pressure was like a violent storm, and it was extremely overbearing on this battlefield. Fortunately, Feng Qing left the core circle before the war broke out, otherwise the outburst of the two would have destroyed countless buildings on the ground in an instant.
Looking at the oncoming vortex, his face darkened, and he quickly changed the magic spell with one hand. Suddenly, he pointed forward. With a roar, the heaven and earth shook. A huge finger suspended the heaven and earth, freezing the four directions of the world, and at the same time also freezing the vortex that was spinning and crushing towards him.
Bang!
Ge's suspended fingers suddenly exploded and turned into a red mist. It rolled and instantly swallowed up all the vortices. After just a few short breaths, it broke the old man's attack.
"You... you are using demonic means!"
It was unknown whether the old man's brain had gone crazy due to years of seclusion. Feng Qingyang had already awakened his devil heart and entered the Nine Heavens Palace. This matter had already spread throughout the three thousand stars of the spiritual world, but the strange thing was that he didn't even know about it.
At this time, Feng Qingyang displayed his magical powers, which naturally shook his mind. You must know that if the devil walks in the spiritual world, he will be the enemy of everyone in the world. If he rashly exposes his identity, he will definitely be killed.
The old man stared at Feng Qingyang, looking at the red mist that never dissipated in the void. His eyes were strange, with a hint of anger, but more of madness.
"It's not too late to know now!"
Feng Qingyang laughed wildly, and the strong wind he brought blew his long hair, making a clanging sound. His armor was dim and shining, shining a moving light in the night, like a god of war under the moon. His invincibility was immediately imprinted deeply in everyone's mind.
"People who belong to the evil path are eligible to be killed by anyone. Today, everyone in my Wang family will deal with you as soon as possible." The old man looked ferocious, but the strange thing was that his words were clearly heard by everyone, but no one responded and came out to fight alongside him.
Except for the few people who stood up before, the rest of the family cultivators turned pale and retreated again and again. They originally thought that Feng Qingyang entering the Nine Heavens Palace was just a rumor, but now after being identified by this old man, the fear that had been planted in their hearts suddenly grew, and they couldn't suppress it even if they wanted to.
Seeing this scene, the old man's heart was bleeding. After a long time, he finally calmed down and turned to look at Feng Qingyang who was laughing strangely. He suddenly understood why this person had risen so quickly in such a short time.
This is not only his heart of Tao, what is more important is his will, a rebellious heart of Tao. He lives on the edge of a knife every day, walking on the brink of life and death. Not living or dying would be a breakthrough, but he survived, and therefore, he succeeded.
"It would be great if you were from my Wang family, but you are not!" The old man muttered, a trace of regret flashed across his face, as if he thought of something. The moment he raised his head, he stared at Feng Qingyang with a gloomy gaze.
At that moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly trembled, and a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart, as if something was about to explode. His mind raced, but his expression did not change at all.
"He is not from my Wang family, but he has such qualifications, so he should be killed!"
Damn it, he slapped the storage bag on his body, and a red fairy sword flew out of it. He held the hilt of the sword and pointed it at Feng Qingyang in front of him. His eyes were as fast as thunder and lightning. He didn't say anything, but the murderous intent had already burst out.
The momentum was so strong that Feng Qingyang's face suddenly changed color. It was not because he was afraid, but because the burst of pressure actually contained a strong magical power.
“Blood Dancing Demon Sword! He actually summoned the Blood Dancing Demon Sword!”
Someone exclaimed. When the sword came out, everyone in the Wang family cheered. On the other hand, everyone in the Qian family hung their heads, like eggplants hit by frost, and looked listless.
The Blood Dancing Demon Sword is quite famous. It was once the magic weapon that made this old man famous. When he was young, he was known as the Blood Dancing Demon Lord. However, as his cultivation level increased, he gradually restrained his bloodthirsty murderous intent. Today, under the coercion of Feng Qingyang, he actually directly sacrificed this sword!
"It's your luck to die at the hands of Xuewu!"
The old man stretched out his skinny hand and gently stroked the Blood Dance Demon Sword. His expression was as if he was looking at a beloved girl, and his eyes were so thick that they were almost dripping with tears.
Suddenly, Feng Qingyang trembled all over and his hair stood on end. This strange scene actually overwhelmed the fear he caused to everyone.
He retreated another thousand feet and looked at the old man in front of him who still hadn't chased him. His brows were furrowed, and he didn't know what the old man was up to.
A strong murderous aura was overwhelming. He didn't know how many lives this Blood Dancing Demon Sword had killed, and how many lives were needed to transform it into a magic sword.
In addition to the overwhelming murderous aura, there was also a kind of aura that Feng Qingyang was particularly afraid of. If not for this, he would have stepped forward and put pressure on the old man.
"Transform into a demon!"
The oppressive atmosphere made Feng Qingyang upset and he could no longer hold back and took the first step. However, at the moment when he made the move, the old man in front of him had a faint smile on his face.
boom!
The sky shook, and a giant hand appeared in an instant, shattering the wind and clouds on all sides. The lines on the palm were clearly visible, and it looked like it was not an illusion at all, but extremely real.
With a humming sound, the palm trembled, and the pressure emanating from it crushed the void. A rumbling sound was heard. If it were an ordinary cultivator in the Dao Transformation Realm, he would definitely not dare to resist!
Suddenly, the palm shattered and turned into thousands of sword qi that shot out. This sword qi was like the scratches on the Demon Cliff in the Nine Heavens Palace. Although it was only a wisp, in the eyes of everyone, it was coming from all directions, in the sky and on the ground.
At the moment when thousands of sword energies were descending, the old man raised the magic sword in his hand and waved it towards the void, as if he wanted to resist the sword energy that crisscrossed the world. With just a light wave, a red whirlwind emerged around his body.
The sound of the whirlwind rose up, blocking the sword energy outside the whirlwind. It seemed that the two were evenly matched, and it seemed that neither of them was using their full strength.
"This sword seems to be destined for me!"