"No," seeing that he was about to make a move, the thousand mourners on the side immediately stopped it.

If he makes a move now, then Feng Qingyang will definitely die, at least now, with his power alone, he can still suppress many powers here, but if they make a move, then the nature will be subversively reversed.

If the other party rises up and attacks them, not only will they be clear and hateful, but they will not be able to live and anyone will be able to get out.

Lige was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, suppressed the violent aura in his body, and the moment he reopened his eyes, the original scarlet disappeared, replaced by a helpless face.

"Just watch the little junior brother fight?" Although, after the wind cleared, there was still the Holy Prince, but his status seemed to have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and he could not shake his roots, and they still liked to call him so.

Lige looked ahead, after Feng Qingyang and Long Zun staggered, they each stayed in the void and never made a move, and they, under the dignified Holy Venerable Seat, actually came here to make soy sauce, to say that they were not aggrieved in their hearts, it was obviously impossible.

Qian Qian was helpless, Mo Qianxiao was helpless, it was not that they didn't want to make a move, but that making a move now would not only not help Feng Qingyang, but on the contrary, it would hurt him.

"Despite the changes, if the little junior brother has come to the end of the strong crossbow, then even if I fight to the end, I will make a move, it doesn't mean that I don't say anything now, it means that I am indifferent in my heart. Qian Yan said suddenly, he took a deep look at Lige, and signaled him not to be too impulsive.

"Good boy, you can block my shot, not bad. Long Zun smiled evilly, looked at the plain and inky Feng Qingyang, and said, with a palm of his hand, the spear pointed directly at Feng Qing's eyebrows.

The body almost turned into a ray of light in an instant, and countless dragon shadows strangled the void, turning into Dao beams, accompanied by the spear in it, penetrating the sky with force, locking the head of the wind Qingyang, like a broken bamboo, the move did not change, and still wanted to kill it with one shot.

This shot, amazing, this shot, domineering, light and shadow spread the heavens and the earth, the dazzling essence is almost only a quasi-saint can see it clearly, this contains the pinnacle of the ancient dragon, almost stabbing the stars through, the power of the world, it is simply a super existence that suppresses the eternals.

A wonderful and brilliant shot, until it was about to reach Feng Qingyang's body, the original streamer was all closed, everyone looked at it dumbfounded, not knowing what they were talking about, the time rules contained in this gun, distorted time and space, broke the blockade of the rules, and bloomed, the eternal was shocked, and even Feng Qingyang's face was shocked.

He wanted to reach out to block it, but it was too late, this shot containing the rules of time had already reached the center of his eyebrows when the other party bombarded him.

Smack!

The blood flowed into the void, making a deafening roar, it was unwilling, and when everyone looked at the blood flowing out, their faces changed again, and they were injured? Is it really on their hands? This is the first time since he fought that he has been injured by a frontal defeat to the other side.

Shocking and restrained, this domineering shot directly broke through the physical defense of the wind and clear, piercing the skin, and the purple-gold blood flowed, falling low, and slowly flowed out along the tip of the spear.

"Little junior brother. "On the side of Sin City, Lige can no longer bear the anger in his heart, especially after Feng Qingyang is injured, the blood falls, constantly stimulating his sensitive nerves, his heart is beating, it is anger, and it is also blood burning.

Not only him, but even the Peerless Sword Saint on the side, it didn't matter to him, watching Feng Qingyang face so many powers alone, his heart was beating wildly, and he wished that person was himself, whether it was the enemy or what.

He was eager to fight, eager to fight, the long sword in his hand kept trembling, the two of them were about to strike, the thousand deaths were unpredictable, the rules of reincarnation crushed the heavens, and the vast six reincarnations appeared out of thin air, stopping the two,

"I can't do it, I can't do it anyway, I believe in the little junior brother, and besides, haven't you noticed it? Now he is not traumatized at all. ”

"Trauma, he is bleeding," Lige said in a lost voice, looking at Qian Yanli, his eyes were full of anger, why do you want to stop me? Even if I die, I want to live and die with my little brother.

"Ridiculous. Qian Yanli was about to reprimand angrily, but at this time, there was a sudden burst of warm noise from all directions, he swallowed what he wanted to say, and instead locked his eyes on Feng Qingyang, and at the moment of looking at the past, not only him, but I am afraid that everyone present is face changed sharply, from the initial tension to relaxation.

It is indeed true that the dragon dominates the Middle Ages, he contains the blood of the ancient dragon, whether it is talent or cultivation, he is absolutely outstanding, and he is the world's top of the world with a deadly shot.

But this shot, when Feng Qing raised his eyebrows, although the other party shed blood, it was like a deep quagmire, or it encountered an iron plate that was difficult to pierce, and it could no longer enter the slightest.

And at this moment, Feng Qingyang raised his hand and clamped the tip of the gun, his gaze remained unchanged, still indifferent, looking at Long Zun in front of him, as if he was laughing at the other party's indiscretion.

Dao Yun rose all over the sky, the green lotus swayed, the wind Qingyang held the lotus leaf and pressed it gently, raised it and waved it at the spear, thousands of cyan brilliance shot out, and slashed towards the close Long Zun, a strong and terrifying blow, so that Long Zun had to draw the gun and dodge it when the lightning was lightning.

"Yes! I approve of you. Long Zun was not annoyed, and there was no trace of humiliation on his face that killed him with a single shot, on the contrary, his whole body was even more gleeful than before, and he glared at Feng Qingyang viciously.

The domineering of this scene, in just a few breaths, has gone through the ebb and flow of the tide, tens of thousands of ancient monks are worried, if the previous shot was not blocked, I am afraid that it would have been separated by now. Especially Qian Yanli and others, almost to the point of prostration.

After all, the current wind Qingyang represents their face, not to mention, he is still the spiritual pillar here, and it is precisely because of his existence that the ancient and ancient powers who are eyeing the Quartet have not been slaughtered.

This is not only a contest of victory and defeat, nor is it a decisive battle of life and death, but a matter of the direction of fate.

This kind of power poured out of the nest, just to kill Feng Qingyang, perhaps to destroy his great enemy, or or, in Feng Qingyang's own view, this is the Heavenly Dao is accepting the results, to see if he has grown to the point where he can enter the emperor's tribulation.

"Kill!"

"Naturally. Feng Qingyang nodded, the wound in the center of his eyebrows was shocking, his heart moved slightly, and his strong recovery ability suddenly stopped the injury, and he recovered as before, eliminating the power of the dragon venerable in the wound.

"Come again!"