It was impossible to tell whether this illusory magic sword was real or fake. The six swords shrank at the same time and descended from the sky, almost sealing the sky and the earth. The aura it emitted made Feng Qingyang's scalp tingle, and the spreading demonic energy was even more terrifying.
The red magic sword, with the magic sword spirit rotating around it, the bloodthirsty glow almost dyed the whole world red. The explosive power fell into everyone's eyes, and a feeling of despair suddenly arose in their hearts.
The huge demonic energy was extremely evil, different from the demon heart that he comprehended in the Nine Heavens Palace. If the demon heart was a pure demon, then the aura emitted by this demon sword was extremely evil!
It contained the old man's disbelief and resentment, as well as the fear emanating from the magic sword itself. It exploded in an instant, like the destruction of heaven and earth.
Moreover, the moment it appeared, Feng Qingyang had a feeling that if he was hit by it, his body would collapse in an instant, and he would suffer endless torture, and perhaps he would become a puppet like this old man.
This is no ordinary magic sword. Even this old man cannot explain the origin of this magic sword. Perhaps he was lucky enough to be in a secret realm back then, but that secret realm had already completely collapsed with the passage of time.
At the moment when the magic sword fell, Feng Qingyang's body shook, and he raised his hand. The power of the devil turned into a huge hand that covered the sky and the sun, and the patterns on it were clearly visible.
He went forward head-on, originally thinking that he could stop the magic sword from falling, but in the end, he was overwhelmed by the power of the Blood Dance Magic Sword, and almost at the moment when the Blood Demon's handprint appeared, it was cut by the magic sword.
Its might was undiminished, and it still descended with unrivaled force. The void on all sides shattered and collapsed instantly under the pressure of the magic sword, and the demons danced wildly.
Feng Qingyang's whole body trembled, and he made seals with his hands. The runes on his body spun rapidly, and the largest rune turned into a skeleton in an instant and floated above his head.
The power of the spell from the hammer protected his whole body firmly. At this moment, the pressure from the magic sword completely erupted. The roar in his ears continued unabated, and he instantly felt a heat current growing out of his body.
Blood was flowing from all his orifices, and his magic power was in chaos. Although the power of the spell helped his body, he was still seriously injured by the collision between the two, like a falling meteor, smashing heavily to the ground.
And at the moment he landed, the old man rushed forward frantically, grabbed the magic sword in the void, and the murderous energy erupting from his body reached its peak, sweeping up the winds and clouds in all directions. He was able to shock everyone with his momentum alone.
Holding the magic sword, looking at the seriously injured Feng Qingyang, the old man smiled contemptuously, but this smile was extremely twisted and crazy in the eyes of everyone.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill Feng Qingyang, so as to cut off the fear in the hearts of all the cultivators of the Wang family and restore the glory of the Wang family!
"Feng Qingyang!" The old man roared, holding the magic sword and falling from the void. After taking a step forward, the distance between the two was instantly shortened to within one frame.
Feng Qingyang, who was lying on the ground, could even clearly see the old man's beard trembling with anger, and his sexy red pupils flashing with light. This was clearly the symbol of the devil!
With a swing of the sword, a surge of crisis locked onto Feng Qingyang. At such a close distance, there was almost no room for resistance. The battle between the two was naturally a matter of joy for one and sorrow for the other!
The old man was crazy, but Feng Qingyang was extremely calm. The more dangerous the situation was, the calmer he was. He was not shocked even if the sky fell. Looking at the whistling sword energy, Feng Qingyang's mind moved. He originally wanted to sacrifice the Holy Lord's thoughts, but in an instant it turned into the Green Lotus of Creation.
Three huge lotus leaves suddenly appeared in the sky with an aura of creation. The green light curtain was like a waterfall, appearing from nothing and directly covering Feng Qingyang.
"This is... This is the Green Lotus of Creation!"
Among the people from all directions, some powerful people instantly shouted that the legendary existence, the Green Lotus of Creation, now appeared alive in front of everyone. The shock it brought instantly overshadowed the name of Feng Qingyang!
Compared with the Green Lotus of Creation, the sensation he caused in the spiritual world is almost incomparable!
"Qingyang! I'm here to help you!"
In the distance, a golden cloud was rushing towards here quickly. Although the Holy Prince was struggling with that powerful figure, his own fighting skills could completely crush it. Although he could not blow it up in a short time, he could leave it far behind.
Looking at Feng Qingyang who was about to be cut down by the magic sword, sparks almost burst out of the Holy Prince's eyes, and the stick in his hand suddenly became bigger, like a magic needle falling from the sky.
The beam of light from the Great Dao of Fighting crushed down, and the magic sword that was about to be swung was fixed in mid-air. Taking advantage of this gap, Feng Qingyang on the ground suddenly got a chance to catch his breath.
The Green Lotus of Fortune was only a flash in the pan, but the moment it appeared, it healed 30% of his injuries. Although he was still seriously injured, compared to before, he was much better.
"Qingyang!" The Holy Prince stepped forward and stood side by side with Feng Qingyang. Looking at the ferocious old man in front of him, his monkey eyes almost burned.
"I'm fine!" Feng Qingyang said softly, his voice a little hoarse. He stood up but suddenly swayed and almost fell to the ground. The Qian family was very worried when they saw his appearance.
"I was saying, how could such a kid possibly fight against the mighty Wang family? I think if we want to keep our family lineage, we can only rely on the Wang family and let Duoduo become Wang Chen's wife. Only then will we avoid a catastrophic disaster!"
Feng Qingyang's misery instantly perked up the surrendering faction of the Qian family. They pointed at Feng Qingyang lying on the ground and chattered non-stop. They had no idea that if they really surrendered to the Wang family, they would be the first to die.
For a while, the elders were full of cold words, and all kinds of unpleasant remarks came out one after another. If it came to fighting, they might not be the strongest, but if it came to kicking someone when he was down, they could be considered the overlords among them.
“That’s enough!”
Suddenly, an angry voice erupted from the crowd, and then a fiery red shadow flew out from the crowd, passing through everyone's protection and coming directly to Feng Qingyang's side. This person was Qian Duoduo.
Looking at his pale face, Qian Duoduo's heart was bleeding. Then she looked at her own people and the elders who surrendered, and she suddenly felt indifferent.
"How shameless are you! If it weren't for the Holy Prince and Brother Qingyang, do you think you would still be alive today? When the Wang family's army attacked, our iron-willed men naturally fought bravely, but we didn't expect that a bunch of wimps like you would appear! It's in vain that the family has given you endless resources."
She spoke very loudly, and the elders of the Qian family heard it and blushed, but it turned into anger in an instant. As elders, they had never received such humiliation before.
"Duoduo, please be careful with your words!"