Such a domineering voice came into Feng Qingyang's ears.
"So what? Even if you are at the peak of semi-saint, or even step into the realm of quasi-saint, does that mean I will be afraid of you?" Feng Qingyang's face was full of disdain. There was no change on the surface, but in fact, he was extremely alert in his heart.
The violent aura created by the murderous aura surrounding the sky is unbelievable unless you see it with your own eyes. Just one glance at it is enough to shock everyone.
"Remember, I am Hun Yuan Zi's senior brother. You can call me Hun Dao Zi. But I have to say this in advance. If I bring shame to your Jiuchongtian Palace, don't go and complain."
Feng Qingyang's disdain deeply stimulated the man's self-esteem. In his mind, it seemed that no one had ever dared to be so rude to him, even his own junior fellow apprentice. Anyone with such an expression would be killed by him one by one.
"Immortal Burial!!"
He blurted out the words almost at the moment Feng Qingyang stepped back. At the same time, one of the blood seas in the sky disappeared and turned into a huge whirlpool circling under his feet.
A strange aura filled the air, and even Feng Qingyang gasped when he saw it. To say that he was a soft persimmon at the peak of the semi-saint realm was simply bullshit. If he was not careful in this battle, he would probably be beaten up.
As the whirlpool appeared, Feng Qingyang's heart became even more cautious. The other party just raised his hand, and the aura of immortal burial locked him. At that moment, it was as if the god of death had come, and a feeling of despair suddenly arose in his heart.
The other party actually oppressed him with his will.
"It's just a trifle." If it was a magical power, he might be a little afraid, but the so-called will, in his opinion, was noncommittal. How could the third will of the spiritual world be shaken by any clown
As soon as he thought about it, the surrounding evil spirit suddenly changed, like a whirlwind, spinning and whistling between heaven and earth, and the pressure it created seemed as if it could tear the heaven and earth apart at any time.
As it continued to expand, it emitted waves of hair-raising roars. That fearless rush of fearlessness also aroused the opponent's ruthlessness. At least in this way, he would not underestimate the enemy.
"Annihilation!" Feng Qingyang shouted in a low voice, and the whirlwind that had gathered in the sky suddenly stagnated, and turned into an even more violent killing aura, which surged up into the sky, sweeping up the wind and clouds in all directions, and crashed into the immortal burial aura under Hun Daozi's feet.
Boom!
The earth-shaking roars were like thunder in the hottest days of summer. After the first sound, they continued uninterruptedly. The constant impact was like a surging sea, even shaking the whirlpool under the opponent's feet.
The reverberating and swirling recoil force was like a violent storm. Suddenly, Feng Qingyang used the impact force of the recoil to increase his speed, and directly broke out of the power of Immortal Burial, floating away towards the house selection.
His departure made Hun Daozi stand still for a moment. After he took a deep breath, a voice of anger was heard instantly, shaking the heaven and earth. Even the stars of cultivation under the void were shaking violently. In addition to pride, there was more anger in his eyes.
"Feng Qingyang!" Taking a deep breath, looking at him who turned into a stream of light and was almost disappearing at the end of the sky, murderous intent suddenly appeared in Hun Daozi's eyes, exposed without any concealment.
"It turns out that you are the last gasp of a spent force. God is indeed kind to me. Master is right. As long as I kill you, I can become the third will of the spirit world and inherit your supreme destiny!"
As he spoke, he broke through the air with a whoosh, and two streams of light shuttled through the sky and earth, one in front and one behind. From time to time, angry curses were heard. He originally wanted to have a peak battle, but who knew that the opponent actually used a trick and escaped with ease. His escape speed was so fast that Hun Daozi, who came later, could only follow from a distance. No matter how he speeded up, he could not catch up with Feng Qingyang.
"You take me for a fool, you scum, you bully me with your power, you suppress me with your realm, if you have the guts, just wait for me for half a year, then we can fight to the death, okay?"
While Feng Qingyang was escaping, he did not forget to show off his eloquence. Even if he could not beat him, he would make him feel disgusted, or at least leave his shadow on him, so that he would lose interest in food and cultivation.
"If Master hadn't ordered me to come here in person, do you think I would do this?" From behind, Hun Daozi's angry curses followed. His arrival was inevitable.
Perhaps knowing that Feng Qingyang would come here, he had been waiting here for a long time. His master was obviously one of the nine great saints.
But Feng Qingyang didn't know which one it was, and he couldn't even guess it, so he needed to go back quickly, at least to find out who wanted to kill him.
He would not be a gentleman if he did not take revenge. He originally thought that a great and powerful person like the Saint should not interfere in their affairs, but he never expected that there was really a Saint who wanted to kill him. This was not the first time. He had already guessed it when Hunyuanzi appeared last time, but he had always suppressed it in his heart and did not think about it.
Who would have known that when he emerged from the Xuanhuang Land today, there would be someone waiting for him for a long time when he passed by this place, and the other party was Hunyuanzi's senior brother. Isn't this clearly telling him that they are in the same group
"Who on earth wants to kill me?" Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with anger. He would not offend others unless they offended him. He never took the initiative to provoke anything, but there were always people who wanted to kill him. It seemed that no matter who saw him, they would get along with him as soon as possible.
Am I a devil? He couldn't help but think so in his heart. He turned around to look at the Hun Daozi who was chasing him relentlessly. Feng Qingyang made hand gestures with both hands, and his magic power was running wildly, pretending that he was exhausted.
Just when Zhu Daozi in the back was overjoyed, he relaxed his vigilance and chased even harder. Unexpectedly, at the moment of contact, he was bombarded by countless thunders.
Being caught off guard, even with his cultivation at the peak of Semi-Saint, it would not be fatal, but it made him even more embarrassed. Taking this opportunity, Feng Qingyang laughed wildly a few times and widened the distance between them again.
Looking back, he, who was originally suave, became extremely embarrassed, even ugly, without the previous charm, and his long hair stood up. Just like this, his handsome face also turned black under the effect of the sea of thunder. Somehow, Feng Qingyang felt a little familiar. Isn't this an African? After all, Africans are also earthlings, right
"Escape... I wonder how long you can run," Hun Daozi shouted angrily, but he seemed so powerless under Feng Qingyang's abnormal speed. He had the strength to completely beat Feng Qingyang, but he didn't have the speed to match him. As a result, even though he was stronger than the opponent, he was still suppressed by the opponent.