And at the moment when Feng Qingyang was blown away by the sword energy, the old man's eyes flashed, and he bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the magic sword in his hand turned, and the blood dripped onto the magic sword, and two patterns like dragons appeared in an instant.
The pattern was clearly visible and extremely delicate. Even the dragon's beard was clearly visible. As the essence and blood flowed, the sword body suddenly released a ray of light.
The dragon seemed to come alive, with scarlet scales and a ferocious face, along with the appearance of an old man, full of unparalleled majesty, but this majesty seemed a little abnormal.
"Do you think you can easily control this magic sword? With my essence and blood, I can cast the magic sword spirit and kill people with the magic sword spirit. Who can match me!" As he said this, he shook his wrist and the magic sword pointed forward.
Roar! Two deafening roars were heard, almost piercing everyone's eardrums. Under Feng Qingyang's strong power, the old man directly awakened the magic sword spirit.
Two red dragons flew out of the body, and almost at the moment the roar appeared, they began to spin in the sky. Their thick dragon bodies coiled, bringing with them strong winds, and suddenly heavy rain began to fall.
The Qionglong roared, and a visible red aura burst out like lightning, covering Feng Qingyang at the critical moment, leaving him almost no time to resist.
The tearing feeling shook his soul, and the violent impact force almost tore his body apart. The originally broken armor was dented again under this impact, revealing the white bones inside.
Despite the extreme pain, Feng Qingyang did not show any fear, and even his expression did not change at all. With the violent impact force, his body was like a flash of lightning, and was pushed back another thousand feet with a swish.
At this time, the surroundings had long been out of the core circle of the Qian family's main hall. Ancient trees were towering all around, like a primeval forest, but with his arrival, the tranquility of the place was instantly broken.
The moment he stopped, he raised his right hand, and a mark on the palm of his hand flickered with light. It was nothing else but the devil heart he comprehended on the Demon Cliff. The devil heart was not a magical power, but it could be transformed into his devil will.
Feng Qingyang roared, and as the roar appeared, he pushed forward with one hand, and the light was reflected on the rotating red dragon, which was exactly the same as the brilliance it emitted.
At this moment, the pressure of the magic sword completely erupted. The Qilin Dragon was not crazy, but the aura it carried was oppressing the earth, as if an ancient ferocious beast was about to awaken.
With a loud bang, the earth shattered. The forest that was originally invisible to the naked eye exploded directly under the pressure of the Qilin Dragon. The overflowing earth and rocks flew into the void and were instantly squeezed into powder.
Hovering over the old man, the dragon head stretched out dozens of feet, and its body wrapped around his body. When he saw the scratch on Feng Qingyang's palm, his eyes became more profound.
"This man must be a great threat to my Wang family. If we don't kill him, there will be endless troubles!" The old man said to himself, his eyes darkened, and he did not stop.
"If this sword really belonged to you, you might have killed me. But now you have become a puppet of this magic sword. What qualifications do you have to come and kill me?"
Feng Qingyang spoke softly, his palm still facing the ferocious dragon head, his expression calm. Although there were hideous wounds on his body, it still could not affect it in the slightest.
His words were like thunder, falling into the old man's ears and making him tremble all over. For many years, no one dared to speak to him like this. No matter his cultivation or the magic sword on his body, they made him the unparalleled overlord in the realm of transformation.
Perhaps even he himself had forgotten that this magic sword did not belong to him, or perhaps over countless years, his mind had been corroded by the magic sword.
When Feng Qingyang opened his mouth, the shock he felt instantly was like a heavy blow to his heart. He took a deep breath, stabilized his fluctuating mind, and looked at Feng Qingyang with even more resentment.
Seeing him like this, Feng Qingyang secretly thought that there was hope. His previous words were actually just indirect hints. If he had not sensed the devilish nature in the old man, he would not have said that.
But when the words of the test fell into the old man's ears, the changes that occurred were something even he had not expected.
While thinking, he moved his feet, shook the messy long hair in front of his forehead, took a step forward, and the explosive momentum instantly reached its peak. With just one step, he shortened the distance between them.
He retreated instead of advancing. The moment he got close, the scratch on the palm of his hand suddenly flashed. He formed a claw with his five fingers and grabbed the dragon heads that stretched out in the air. With this grab, his devilish heart surged and he instantly grasped one of the dragon heads.
As his magic power turned, an unmatched force burst out. With a loud bang, the old man's body shook, and the sword spirit that was transformed from the Blood Dance Demon Sword had its head crushed in an instant.
This scene fell into the old man's eyes, making him feel shaken. The words Feng Qingyang said before suddenly expanded infinitely in his ears. He had not dared to think about it before, but now he had to think about it.
The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. Although it was imperceptible, Feng Qingyang still saw it. He really couldn't believe it. How could such a powerful force burst out when he was only at the entry level of Taoism
To the point that it could threaten his life. Although the fight was short, this brief fight felt like a fight that lasted a season, and the shock it brought almost reached its peak.
The most important factor in the Wang family's failure was Feng Qingyang. If it weren't for him, the current scene wouldn't have happened, and he wouldn't have had the moment of inner hesitation.
Suddenly, a feeling of decadence arose between his brows, and this decadence almost made him despair. If it were not for his strong cultivation that suppressed that decadence, he would have been defeated by now.
The magic sword was in the air, with only one dragon head left. Its might was destroyed by Feng Qingyang, and it could only burst out five layers of it. Its eyes were gloomy, and it looked at Feng Qingyang with tears in its eyes.
"How can my Wang family be defeated by a little zombie like you?" The old man shouted and threw the magic sword into the sky. At that moment, the magic sword rotated and instantly transformed into six identical afterimages, locking Feng Qingyang in one of them.
"Demon Sword, slay the devil!" His face was ferocious and he growled. The vibrations in his body became stronger and stronger. The backlash this time was more obvious and the paleness on his face lingered for a long time.
But with this roar, the pressure erupted by the magic sword reached a peak. The sword energy rotated, blocking the void in all directions. A beam of light gathered on Feng Qingyang's head and fell down with a bang.
With a whistling sound and at an indescribable speed, like a cloud of lightning passing through the sky, it arrived in front of Feng Qingyang in a flash.
The explosion of the magic sword made the old man even more crazy. Almost at the moment of landing, he slapped his chest with a palm. As the blood came out, he raised his hand and quickly engraved complex and difficult to understand inscriptions in the void.
Feng Qingyang saw this scene. Although he could not understand it, his pupils suddenly shrank and an incomparable sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart.