This thin line moved across the old man's face, looking extremely terrifying. Every time it moved, he felt a wave of heart-wrenching pain. His whole body was shaking, and the hand holding the sword was shaking non-stop.
If it wasn't for his strong willpower to suppress it, the magic sword in his hand would have fallen to the ground, and beads of sweat the size of beans would have appeared on his cheeks. With his ability, he was in so much pain. If he were an ordinary cultivator, his will would have collapsed in this pain long ago.
"Is it still a small zombie? You can't even beat a small zombie, and you dare to call yourself a powerful human!" Feng Qingyang laughed. It was not a chuckle, but a crazy laugh.
When the power of the spell entered the old man's body, he took absolute control of the initiative. He pinched the seal with one hand, the runes rotated, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed towards the void.
"Explode!" he said coldly. A scream was heard and the originally moving silk threads exploded together, actually blowing up the old man's face in an instant.
Blood was flowing out, and his face was blurred. Apart from the blood on his face, no other facial features could be seen. The scene was so bloody and horrifying that some mentally fragile family members even fell into the void and lay on the ground vomiting.
Almost at the moment of the explosion, Feng Qingyang seized this opportunity. He had finally gained the upper hand, so how could he let it go so easily? Thinking of this, he quickly pinched the seal and pointed forward in an instant.
"Curse!" As soon as the two words came out, the old man screamed again. The hand holding the sword fell instantly. The moment it fell, it rotted directly. When it hit the ground, it had already turned into white bones.
“Wow!”
The crowd exclaimed and stared at Feng Qingyang in a daze. Then they looked at the Wang family's powerful man who was in such a miserable state, swallowed hard, and couldn't utter a word.
"Is this still a human method? With the cultivation level of a Flying Zombie, he fought against a person in the middle stage of the Dao Transformation Realm. Not only that, he even beat him severely!" The visual shock brought by this scene almost reached a peak.
The power of the curse severely injured the old man who had just regained a bit of clarity. Countless curse powers hovered over the old man, and runes flashing coldly could be vaguely seen in them.
With a cold snort, Feng Qingyang flew forward. The moment the old man screamed, he shook his body, took a step forward, and directly closed the distance between them.
Just as it was approaching, a big hand grabbed, and the magic power on its body flashed. The domineering power grasped the Blood Dance Demon Sword on the ground in its hand, and the powerful demon heart suppressed it.
The moment he grabbed the magic sword, Feng Qingyang's body came to the side of the old man. In the blink of an eye, without thinking, he raised his hand and chopped directly at the old man's neck.
"Curse the sky!" Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, and when the moment approached, he suddenly bit his tongue, and blood spurted from his lips onto the magic sword. He used his corpse king bloodline to forcibly control the Blood Dance Magic Sword.
With a sweep, a roar erupted from the tip of the sword, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble rapidly. It was obvious that the spirit of the magic sword did not want to submit to Feng Qingyang and was still making a final resistance.
Without hesitation, Feng Qingyang's mind moved, and after suppressing the magic sword spirit for a moment, he swung it down resolutely. The blooming light shattered the void, merged with the sword light swung before, and directly occupied it.
boom!
The sky collapsed and the earth sank. The pressure unleashed by the magic sword was simply terrifying. Even Feng Qingyang had no time to prepare and was shocked by the power that erupted in an instant.
The demon danced wildly, and a sharp light flashed from the tip of the sword, sweeping directly across the old man's neck, as if it had hit a big bell, and the shockwaves spread far away.
But just after the shock force disappeared, the neck began to break into pieces inch by inch. The cracks looked like densely packed and winding insects. As it collapsed, the corpse separated with a roar!
"Feng Qingyang, you are looking for death!"
At that moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and he had obviously broken free from the power of the curse. The powerful Dao infant in the Dao Transformation Realm merged into his body, and his spirit and soul were immortal. Unless the end of his life was approaching, he would not die.
Feng Qingyang's whole body trembled, and without thinking, he retreated and rolled forward with the blood-soaked magic sword in hand. He slashed down with two swords, one at Feng's body, and the other at his head in the air!
"Blood Demon Overturns the Sky - Big Handprint!" At the same time, he quickly pinched the seal with one hand, and the magical power that had been prepared long ago slammed into the void. The violent destructive force directly destroyed and blocked the fusion of his body.
"Isn't this even fatal?"
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, took a look at the vibrating magic sword in his hand, and without thinking, threw it into the boundary bead. The presence of two powerful beings, Zhu Xuezhu and Di Xianxian, was enough to suppress it.
Without the Blood Dance Magic Sword, the old man's strength instantly dropped by more than half! Moreover, his heart, which had long been gradually eroded, became empty after the disappearance of the magic sword.
The moment the hole appeared, there was a moment of trance again. In the duel between the powerful ones, every breath involved life. How could there be any room for mistake or distraction
Almost at this moment, the sword energy from the Mantian Demon Sword and the pressure from the Blood Demon's Big Handprint descended. It was originally thought that the second sword would hit his body.
But in fact, the moment it appeared, it actually reversed its direction in an instant, and the two swords merged into one, the pressure erupted was even stronger, like a devastating blow, and directly blew off the old man's big head.
As the head shattered, the body floating in the void suddenly lost contact, and a stream of blood spurted out from the neck, spreading in all directions. The scarlet blood flowed, as if blood rain was falling from the sky.
"Dead?"
“Dead!”
"He actually died. He actually fell like this!"
Everyone was stunned. With a bang, the headless body fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. Looking at the bleeding body, everyone was speechless and seemed unable to believe it.
A great master of this generation just fell like this? This is a living great master in the middle stage of the Dao Transformation Realm! For many years, the great masters in the Dao Transformation Realm have always been legendary and can only rule one place.
He cannot attack easily, because he can destroy the world at any time. However, such an existence actually fell at the hands of Feng Qingyang, at the hands of a zombie.
Silence! The place fell into silence in an instant. Even the Holy Prince and other powerful men who were fighting stopped their attacks. Looking at the blood on the ground and the trembling body, a trace of fear flashed across their faces.
“The ancestor… the ancestor is dead!” Everyone in the Wang family swallowed hard, and after a period of silence, there was a burst of exclamations.
This cry was a scream. The moment it appeared, the originally orderly Wang family members suddenly became a mess. They were like headless flies, fighting each other and flying in all directions.
After losing their leader, they fell into chaos. Fortunately, there were other powerful people. They used their great magic power to stop everyone and put things back into order.
"Feng Qingyang, do you know that from now on, you will face endless pursuit by my Wang family! Do you think that a family with a thousand-year heritage is only capable of this?"