This face has a kind of calmness that is not startled by the sky falling. The feeling of letting a great catastrophe disrupt the destiny and letting him be at ease is something that people will never forget after seeing it.
At this moment, his eyes were focused on Feng Qingyang who was standing at the foot of the Demon Cliff. Compared with the towering mountains, his tiny voice and shadow seemed like a drop in the ocean.
Perhaps it was because of where his gaze was going, when his gaze stayed on Feng Qingyang, the originally unremarkable Rumoya moved slightly. It would have been fine if he hadn't moved, but this movement broke the original charm.
Thousands of scratches transformed into a surge of murderous aura, stirring up the winds and clouds in all directions. With a whistling sound, the entire Nine Heavens Palace suddenly turned into an eerie dark red.
As Dark Red exhaled, the mountains standing on all sides also began to shake accordingly, and streams of light of various colors appeared, shooting out from the top of the hurricane and piercing the sky.
“You are not a creature in the pond, so how can you be trapped in this cave world?” A heroic laugh was heard from the heaven and earth. After the laugh, streams of light appeared and entered the Demon Cliff one after another, while the human faces in the sky disappeared, like the clear wind and light clouds, as if they had never appeared.
Feng Qingyang, who was meditating, was suddenly shocked. He suddenly stood up from his cross-legged position on the ground, his eyes slightly opened, and bright gazes spread out from his eyelids, like two knives, sweeping across the air at the Demonic Cliff opposite.
The wind was rising and the clouds were surging. The Demonic Cliff, which was infused with countless streams of light, turned into a mirror in an instant. Inside the mirror, there was a man standing with his back to Feng Qingyang, holding a very thin green steel sword in his hand.
At first glance, he almost thought that the other person was Qian Shangli, but when he concentrated and looked again, this person had the shadow of Li Ge and Mo Qianxiao, as if he alone encompassed thousands of people.
The figure swung the rapier in his hand, cutting through the sky. The heaven and earth trembled with his dance. The supreme power shattered the sky and the universe. When he danced to the last moment, the figure suddenly turned around and faced Feng Qingyang.
But when he saw his face clearly, Feng Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart was shaken, and he looked at the Demon Cliff in front of him in disbelief. This man had no face at all.
It was empty and pale, without any trace of facial features. Everything was clean and tidy, just like a piece of exquisitely clear white paper. However, within this white paper, there was a kind of weirdness and charm.
He didn't understand why the person who stayed at the Demon Cliff had no face. Logically, he should be the lord of the City of Sin, but he had never seen his cheap and powerful master.
"Could it be because I have never seen it before?" Feng Qingyang murmured in a low voice, and then suddenly raised his right hand and waved it towards the void. A thin bamboo pole floated down from somewhere and was casually held in his palm.
The wind rises! The sword moves!
Since we have never seen each other, then we should not see each other. You left me with a touch of paleness. Are you hinting that I can describe you at will? I am him, and he is me now
He followed the figure in the mirror and swung the bamboo pole in his hand, slowly entering into a special rhythm. This was not the power of the bamboo pole in his hand, but the moment Feng Qingyang began to dance, it was vaguely in line with a rule, so that when he swung the bamboo pole, a strange law would appear in the place centered on him.
The dark red and countless streams of light that enveloped the Nine Heavens Palace rolled back in an instant, swallowed up by the vortex that evolved beside Bei Feng Qingyang, and sucked them in.
The figure in the mirror waved the green steel sword in his hand, and millions of sword energies filled the void. It felt like the world was the sword, and wherever he was, there was the sword. After the vortex swallowed up the light from all directions, the vortex beside him quickly turned into a black hole, swallowing everything.
Feng Qingyang's heart moved freely, following the sword swinging of the man in the mirror. The vortex quickly expanded until it turned into a huge mouth that looked like it could swallow up the world.
The earth shook, and the aura belonging to the Ninth Heaven Palace quickly rose from the broken surface. After a sudden twist, it almost turned into substance. After all of it gathered together, it quickly turned into a stream.
And this was not an ordinary breath, but after it twisted, a sharp red sound came out, twisting and rubbing against the heaven and earth, turning into a thin long sword. This sword was without light, but when it appeared, it suddenly gathered into the bamboo pole in Feng Qingyang's hand. In this way, what he held was no longer a bamboo pole, but a real sword, a sword transformed by the power of heaven and earth.
As the sword was swung, nine rays of light shot out, seemingly about to dissipate, but suddenly condensed in the end, between reality and illusion. However, as it was swung, it moved the heaven and earth, and emitted a powerful pressure that seemed to be able to destroy everything.
After one sword strike, Feng Qingyang's whole body suddenly became violent. There was nothing else in the world except a huge sword of heaven and earth. He shook his wrist and used the force to draw a sword flower. The silver-white light escaped into the mirror and the faceless man.
When the two came into contact, there was a sound of swords and horses, sparks flew, and the sword energy that shot out began to slowly carve in the mirror.
There were bursts of collision sounds, and finally formed a roar that surrounded the entire Nine-Layered Heaven Palace. The shattered air waves turned into sharp sword energy in an instant.
The hurricane shook, and several disciples walked out of their respective caves, suspended in the void, looking at Feng Qingyang who was dancing with a rapier wantonly below. He held the sword slanted across his back, closed his eyes and stood still like a mountain. At this moment, he felt a sense of accumulating the most powerful power in the world.
It was like the prelude to a storm, or even more like the dullness of a volcano about to erupt. The tiny figure standing there was like a prehistoric beast about to wake up. Once he moved, he would probably swallow up the sky.
At this moment, the rules of heaven began to operate, and an indescribable powerful oppression appeared, pressing the heaven and earth, so much so that the supreme Nine-Layered Heaven Palace was instantly filled with rumbling sounds.
"I understand now. The reason why he can be my master and my senior brother is because they have comprehended the true meaning of the Devil Cliff, while I have always been confined to the shackles of the sword. In fact, I am him and he is me. The reason why he has no facial features is because I have not yet truly comprehended it."
Feng Qingyang slowly opened his closed eyes, and the moment he opened them, a dazzling golden light shot out. He still carried the sword slung over his back, but his whole body exuded a powerful momentum.
Finally, he moved, raised the sword at an angle, and casually swung it at the mirror in front of him. With this wave, the original man on the roof suddenly had well-defined facial features, and was extremely agile and lifelike. This person was exactly himself.
boom!