In the crowd, an old man with a gloomy face walked straight to Qian Duoduo's side, looked coldly at the wind on the ground, and laughed shamefully, with disdain in his eyes.

"It's just a little zombie. ”

Although this voice was small, it spread to the ears of everyone present, and his words instantly set off a storm in the crowd, sweeping the two camps of the Qian family.

The faction led by the elders once again compromised, and even walked out of the crowd directly and came to the Wang family's camp, and their compromise undoubtedly fueled the arrogance of the Wang family's people again.

Some monks with complicated moods walked out one after another, perhaps because of Feng Qingyang's injury, which caused the fear in their hearts to drop to a low point, and they all looked at Feng Qingyang with cold eyebrows and unkind eyes.

Despite this, there were also many young people from the Qian family who came up and continued to fight against the Wang family, holding the attitude of preferring jade to be broken rather than complete, and made a desperate fight!

"Is the human affection warm and cold?" the wind whispered, their change was not beyond his expectations, and he had already felt it long before he came.

If everyone is united and united, there will be no people who are surrounded like iron buckets, and there will simply be some more bloody young people.

Thinking of this, he pushed away the soft wing with a lot of money, and stood in place without saying a word, but a fool could see that the wind was clear at this time, and it seemed that he had reached the end of the crossbow.

His pale face could not stop the eyes that were like knives, and as soon as he raised his head, a strong wind blew in all directions, blowing the messy long hair beside him to the back of his head.

For a while, the golden light was so bright that it was obviously not blooming, but in their eyes, it was like a round of sun, and they didn't dare to look at it, just a glance, and the fear suppressed by the monks of the Wang family grew like a bamboo.

"Brother Monkey, do you have the confidence to stop the other three?" Feng Qing raised his head and didn't look back, his eyes flickered, and he looked directly at the old man holding the magic sword in front of him.

This one of the most pinnacle powerhouses from the Wang family, if he really wanted to kill him, he could directly sacrifice the Holy Venerable's thoughts, but somehow, he always wanted to kill him with his own hands, whether it was for the Blood Dance Demon Sword or something else.

The Holy Emperor was holding a big stick, standing on the side of the wind and Qingyang, and he didn't look back, but the strong fighting style on his body was silently saying that the wind was clear, and he had that confidence.

Although the two are not from the same world, they have the same fighting spirit, they are not afraid of power, and no matter how strong the other party is, they will not give in to their Dao heart.

"With my clear spirit, call for the way of sealing the realm, the power of the curse - out!" After the words appeared again, the eye of heaven was opened, and in an instant, the sky and earth fell into a state of hazy rules.

There was a piercing buzz in the air, and the power of the spell that was sealed through a world actually sensed him, and it seemed that he could come here from the sealed realm at any time.

The whole ground trembled, and every square was shrouded in this special kind of coercion, and the appearance of this coercion shocked everyone, especially the trembling earth, although it was not very obvious, but every blow could stir everyone's hearts.

The palm realm, although separated from the sealing realm, has the storage of the world seal, although so, it is still the existence of the spiritual world, and when the wind clears and begins to call, the largest rune in his body begins to tremble.

Every shaking has a special rhythm, rippling the heavens, within the distant boundary, the wind and clouds surge, and the power of countless spells is used at full speed in one direction.

When they converged to a certain distance, because of some special connection, they directly broke through the void and connected the two places together, almost at the moment of shattering, a storm appeared above the wind and Qingyang's head.

The storm poured down, covering a radius of dozens of zhang, like a good river, winding and undulating, like a shadow, like a swimming dragon that escaped into the void.

This great river is only a small part of the gathering of the power of the spell, and the rest of the place is connected to the Sealed Realm, and as long as the wind is clear, more spell power can be summoned at any time.

Before this, if Feng Qingyang was taken away by the dead old man in his body, he would probably be able to summon it, but after all, it would eventually fall into the hands of King Chu Jiang, so this residual idea could only be inherited by him.

The power of the spell turned into a swimming dragon, rotating in all directions, although it is only a few tens of zhang, but it is inexhaustible, and after the wind is clear, it finds the source of convergence.

"Hmph, the evil demon is outside, and you dare to run rampant in my palm realm?" The old man of the Wang family waved his magic sword, and the red blood cloud came to the sky again, enveloping him inside, like a demon god.

"Swing the demon!" The old man was in mid-air, his shaking body seemed to be about to fall at any time, his eyes looked at Feng Qingyang coldly, and finally raised the Blood Dance Demon Sword in his hand and waved it at Feng Qingyang.

With this swing, the spirit of the Blood Dancing Demon Sword appeared in an instant, and appeared as two demon dragons again, and the hideous dragon head poked out, opening its teeth and claws, as if it was about to swallow Feng Qingyang into its belly at any time.

"The Spell of the Dao - Explosion!" "Feng Qingyang does not dodge or dodge, the other party has a demon dragon, but he is not weak, although his cultivation is only the peak of flying zombies, but the actual combat power can be directly called the mid-stage power of the Dao realm!"

With the arrival of the spirit of the demon sword, Feng Qingyang pinched it with both hands, conjured countless spell runes in his hands, and finally pointed forward.

At the same time, he was shocked, and almost at the moment of pointing, he spat blood from his mouth, and the domineering power of the curse was so strong.

The endless void burst open, and the dragon transformed by the power of the spell appeared in an instant, its thick body like a small mountain, the wind, the dragon's head poked out, and collided with the spirit of the demon sword in the sky.

Both of them are extreme powers, it can be said that the tip of the needle is against Maimang, just an instant contact, it bursts out with a strong coercion, and there is a roaring sound in the heavens and the earth, and the storm set off directly annihilates the surrounding void.

Under the diffusion, even the heavens and the earth seemed to have ripples, this ripple was like a scale armor, flashing with dazzling cold light in a flash, and the violent power swept everyone present.

Between the collisions, they continued to merge and dissipate, and finally the power of the spell turned into a nimble small snake that burrowed into the body of the demon sword spirit with a bang.

The old man of the Wang family sneered, and secretly said that he was not overpowered, even if you are Tianjiao, what if I will still kill you, watching Feng Qingyang lose again, there was a sigh from the people around him again.

The young people of the Qian family have fallen to a low point, their morale is gradually declining, and they sigh secretly that they are afraid that today is a catastrophe, thinking of this, they can't help but feel a burst of sadness in their hearts.

But at this moment, an exclamation came, and everyone looked up, only to see that the powerful old man of the Wang family was shaken, violently touching a mouthful of blood, and a trace of silk thread appeared on his body!