As soon as the thought came to mind, a palpitation appeared.
Although the old man did not fight back, the moment he raised his head, murderous intent filled his pupils. He looked like an unparalleled demon. His eyes were as fast as lightning, piercing through thousands of sword energies in an instant and nailing him straight in the face.
Feng Qingyang's heart trembled, and his fingertips moved. A black rune came out from his fingers, and expanded all over the body as it spun. After he stepped back, it slowly spun like a nimble little dragon!
The art of curse! This was the first time Feng Qingyang used a great way that he had not comprehended, and it was not something that could control the world. When this way appeared, it seemed to transcend everyone's understanding.
The black rune turned and gave rise to eight small black runes, which moved along his fingertips as he raised his hand, and soon covered his entire body, wrapping him tightly inside.
The powerful curse master at that time controlled his body, but did not block his senses. In the end, he injected the power of the curse into his body. Therefore, he was not awkward at all when performing the curse now. On the contrary, he could feel the curse seeds in his body jumping with excitement.
"If you follow me, you may grow, but if you become my enemy, I will destroy you!" Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice, his body sinking downwards as he retreated, breaking away from the lock of the Blood Dance Demon Sword, but his eyes were extremely firm, staring at the demon sword intently.
He knew that this was a demonic object. If it was controlled by an outsider, no one knew how many people would be killed or injured. But if he kept it with him, he might be able to control its demonic nature.
The important thing is, this sword has spirit!
A magic sword with its own will is as harmful as a powerful person in the Dao Transformation Realm who has fallen into the path of evil. Looking at this old man again, his eyes are red and his face is full of ferocity. Apart from the fact that his own state of mind is not strained, he is also affected by the so-called Blood Dance Magic Sword.
As he spoke, he clasped his hands together, his mind was shaken, a trace of soul-devouring thought entwined on his fingertips, and he rushed towards the magic sword in the old man's hand with a whistling sound.
The old man ignored his action, as if he didn't believe that he could snatch it from him. Just when his soul touched the magic sword, a powerful recoil force came.
It was not only the old man's spellcasting, but also the resistance of the Blood Dance Demon Sword. Perhaps it sensed Feng Qingyang's evil heart, so it became even more frightened and shook violently in the old man's hand.
If an ordinary powerful being were to use his soul to erase the mark above, he would probably be swallowed by the magic sword in an instant. But it was unlucky for him to meet Feng Qingyang.
In addition to Feng Qingyang's own strong will, he also has the help of the Soul Devourer, and this magic sword has intelligence, which makes Feng Qingyang's oppressive power even stronger.
The violent vibration of the Blood Dance Demon Sword caught the old man in the Dao Transformation Realm in shock. This abnormality was clearly a sign that the weapon might be taken away. Thinking of this, he could no longer calm down.
Instead, with a thought, the evil spirit on his body swept through the void, instantly dispersing Feng Qingyang's soul. However, he overlooked one point. The soul could be blocked, but what if it was a soul-devourer that specialized in devouring souls and consciousness
"You are seeking death by taking my magic sword!"
A flash of disbelief flashed across the old man's eyes. In his opinion, Feng Qingyang was seeking death. With a thought, he controlled the Blood Dance Demon Sword and swung it forward.
The murderous intent unleashed by this swing alarmed all four directions in an instant. Even the Holy Prince who was struggling with another powerful being turned around and looked in surprise at the old man from the Wang family who was going berserk.
It was so powerful that even he had to avoid its edge and did not dare to confront it head-on. Feng Qingyang, who was at the center of the battlefield, was locked in place by the magic sword.
"Stubborn!"
Even so, he was not surprised. If it was so easy to deal with, then the opponent's cultivation level was probably just a jerk. Feng Qingyang was not afraid but happy. In this way, he could take the opportunity to check the power of this magic sword.
The old man swung his sword and destroyed the demonic power surrounding his body, then took a step forward. Without any fancy moves, he just stared at Feng Qingyang. He raised his hand and chopped it down with a bang, with a touch of anger and hatred, and a deep determination to fight to the death!
If it weren't for Feng Qingyang, the Wang family would have broken through the Qian family's defenses long ago. If it weren't for the Holy Prince, they wouldn't have been stuck here for so long.
Not only that, Feng Qingyang's arrival, with his domineering power, planted a demon in the hearts of many Wang family cultivators. This demon was none other than Feng Qingyang himself.
If Feng Qingyang didn't die, they would never be able to break through. How could he swallow such a great hatred
The magic sword was swung, and the sword energy was in the air. Just as it was about to fall, Feng Qingyang retreated rapidly, while his hands kept making seals, and countless runes flashed on his body.
"Curse!"
As soon as the two words came out, the largest rune on his body instantly transformed, and a huge skull appeared in the void. His cold and empty eyes swept around, and just one glance made everyone in the four directions tremble in their hearts and tremble unconsciously.
The aura emitted by this skeleton is so strange that they don't know how to resist it. The power of the curse not only fights against the magic sword, but also erodes everyone's hearts.
The old man frowned and his pupils shrank slightly. The methods and magical powers displayed by Feng Qingyang were more surprising than the last time. He couldn't even believe that one person could master so many magical powers.
The unwilling thoughts finally gathered on the magic sword, causing it to burst out with a demonic aura that seemed to come from eons ago. Once this demonic aura came out, it immediately extinguished the aura of the curse.
The void was visible, and the surroundings were shattered layer by layer, disappearing into nothingness inch by inch. As the Blood Dance Demon Sword chopped down, an unparalleled impact force was born, easily cutting through his defenses.
The armor was shattered, and the sword energy alone broke through the defense, hurt the flesh, and hit the bones even more violently. At that moment, countless shattering sounds rang in the ears, as if the whole body was broken piece by piece by this sword.
Under this impact, Feng Qingyang's body rolled back, like a broken string. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he flew back a thousand feet again.
Although the magic sword was domineering, it also carried a strong backlash. No one saw it, but Feng Qingyang noticed that the old man's sword-holding hand trembled at the moment of flying backwards, and his face turned pale. Although it was fleeting, he still caught it.
Obviously, this sword is not his. Although he has the title of Blood Dance Demon Lord, it is mostly because of the magic sword in his hand. The more so, the stronger Feng Qingyang's desire to obtain the magic sword becomes.
"Feng Qingyang, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!" The old man looked a little ferocious, perhaps because of the backlash, the demonic aura on his body became even stronger. Looking at Feng Qingyang who was slowly crawling up from the void, the corners of his mouth suddenly cracked and he roared bloodthirstyly.
ps: There are two more updates. I feel dizzy today, so the code is a bit slow. Sorry.