"Brush!" When Feng Qingyang was thinking, the knife light flashed behind him, and it happened to be cut on his body, and the blood flowed out immediately, but fortunately, the wound was not deep, and a handful of old Feng Qingyang could still withstand it.

"Die!" After reacting, Feng Qingyang spat out a word, and then the peachwood sword stabbed out with force, just killing the cultist on the spot.

However, the other cultists also arrived as scheduled, and the swords and swords and shadows flowed back and forth, wanting to take the old life of the wind and the clear air.

"Roar!" the Oriental Walking Corpse also roared, tapping his chest several times to cheer, and rushed towards the target.

"Hurry up and get out of the way, this guy doesn't distinguish between me and the enemy, be careful of getting hurt. One of the cultists roared and quickly retreated backwards, and the rest of the personnel were also afraid of death, and quickly retreated backwards.

"Although this guy is a strong enemy, it is very powerful for me to attack without distinguishing between enemies and me, and now outsiders can only wait and see, I just need to deal with this Oriental walking corpse!" Feng Qingyang thought to himself.

Immediately afterwards, he took out all kinds of yellow-level Fulu from his shirt and rushed towards the Oriental Walking Corpse, this time the battle wind Qingyang's heart thought was very simple, using the magic weapon in his hand to cooperate with the low-level Fulu to attack.

It's good to be able to win, if you can't win, then Feng Qingyang can only resign himself to fate, he has already thought about it when he stays, although this battle is reasonable, but it is also unexpected, suddenly a such powerful lord appeared, and the fighting spirit and confidence in Feng Qingyang's heart were almost crushed.

However, there is still an attitude of wanting to survive, otherwise it really doesn't match the identity of a long-established physiognomy master.

"Bang!" When Feng Qingyang was thinking, his body was hammered heavily by the Oriental walking corpse, two ribs were directly broken, and blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.

"It's so strong!" The cultists around were already stunned, this guy is too capable of fighting, right?

What kind of character is Feng Qingyang? In Haidong City, he is a household name, the most well-known physiognomy master in Qingfeng Hall, a mystic method is strange and unpredictable, Zhang Tianyi was called a half-immortal physiognomy master before he appeared, and these characters have no power to fight back in front of the Oriental walking corpse, and they will be broken with just one move of the ribs.

In the past, because the Oriental walking corpse did not distinguish between the enemy and me, more than a dozen cultists were killed, but now everyone doesn't want to think about it, and they dare not resent it.

In their philosophy, people are strong beyond imagination, can be willful, and can do nonsense.

"No, you must not fall down at this time!" Feng Qingyang endured the pain from his body and raised his head, his eyes locked on the Oriental walking corpse like two sharp swords, and he had no fear but attack.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, the wind sword, destroy it for me!" Feng Qingyang roared, and he also took out his housekeeping skills.

The peachwood sword danced back and forth in mid-air, pouring out sword flowers one after another, looking contemptible and despicable.

Even the sky that was originally bright and starry, calm and quiet, suddenly changed, the wind swept like a tide, the leaves blew up, and the air was squeezed to make a clucka sound.

"Brush!" A sword qi that was not very obvious but was real rushed out from the Qingfeng Sword, boosted by the strong wind, and it was even more ferocious, and the speed was at least three times faster than that of ordinary sword qi.

"It's... It's so strong!" The cultists around them were blown by the strong wind, and they were barely able to open their eyes to watch the battle.

When they saw this scene, they all opened their mouths wide and shouted incredible.

Originally, I thought that the half-fairy wind was clear and had no power to fight back when it met a strong enemy, but now I really want to slap myself a few times.

This old man is still a capable man!

"Click!" Qingfeng Sword Qi did not disappoint Feng Qingyang, and it happened to be slashed in the chest of the Oriental Walking Corpse.

The sword track is not bad at all, the sword qi is fierce and has the courage to break the sky, and the sword blade is even sharper, making the wind willing to play a supporting role.

This sword, perfect!

"Roar!" the half-beat Oriental Walking Corpse let out a wild roar, and although he didn't feel any pain himself, he could feel insulted by his target, and he had a narrow wound in his chest.

This is something he can't stand and must kill the old man.

To put it mildly, ordinary Oriental walking corpses do not have human minds, they are originally dead corpses that were refined by the Oriental corpse keepers through secret methods, and to put it bluntly, they are killing machines that are programmed in advance.

The corpse king is not like this, since he is called the king, there must be a difference, in addition to being much stronger, there are also a little simple human emotions, such as being provoked will be angry, and being humiliated by the target will be angry.

It's like an upgraded version of the walking corpses that were entered into the killing program, and evolved into simple artificial intelligence.

Zhang Tianyi was favored by Xiao Ze at a glance, the reason is that in addition to Zhang Tianyi himself being a high-grade Great Perfection Master of the Yellow Rank, he also has the potential to become a corpse king or even a higher-level walking corpse.

The completely enraged Corpse King ignored the wounds on his body, and rushed towards the wind and Qingyang at great speed, just like a tank chariot that made people tremble.

But fortunately, Feng Qingyang has already used the Qingfeng Sword Technique, and his body shape is not affected by age, and he is not directly caught by the Corpse King.

He knew what his current advantage was, that is, his body was flexible, and although the Corpse King was infinitely powerful and ferocious, it was not easy to catch him.

Moreover, Feng Qingyang still has a lot of Huangjie Fulu in his hands, which can help him maneuver around for a period of time without dying.

The two showed their own magic in the villa compound, one main attack was defenseless, and the advantage of being painless and not afraid of cutting and axe splitting was brought into full play. A major dodge waiting for an opportunity, although it may seem dangerous, but also knowing.

The cultists could only watch from the periphery, and kept sighing in their hearts that this was not the legendary fairy fight.

Inside the villa

"Sure enough, someone came, it's still the old-timers of Qingfeng Hall, this row of noodles is big enough, but since it has already alarmed the corpse king, then there is no need to look at the result, the wind half-immortal will definitely die, a large number of young people who are old and still learning come forward and ask for their own hardship!" After Hou Jie heard the report of his subordinates, he didn't mean to go downstairs to watch, and replied leisurely eating fruit.

"Helmsman, what are we going to do now?" the cultist asked timidly.

"Just wait and see, if this little thing has to be done by me personally, then I won't have a day to stop after that, go out... By the way, don't forget to scrub the yard for a while, I don't want to see blood and minced meat. Hou Jie replied.

Although the tone is relatively relaxed when speaking, the content is not relaxed at all, and even frightening.

This is a death sentence for Feng Qingyang, and there is no body.

"My men understand!" the cultist shuddered with fright, and then turned to leave.

He felt that Hou Jie was more terrifying than the Oriental Corpse King, the latter would only cause physical damage, but the former would completely kill the mind and even the soul.

The kind of suppressive power when getting along with him is really suffocating, so it's better to go out and face the corpse king early.