Half an hour passed before the void gradually returned to its original state.

But despite this, this hundred zhang square circle is still extremely fragile, and it seems that it is about to collapse and collapse at any time, and the spatial turbulence is like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, ready to come out and bite at any time when you are not paying attention.

"Really dead?" exclaimed.

"Impossible, he is the third will of the spirit world, how can he die. Different voices of discussion came and went, and almost instantly, the crowd burst into an uproar.

Some people are happy and some are worried, the ancient monks are all pale, if even the wind is clear, does it mean that the luck of the ancient monks has completely ended?

However, in addition to their cranky thoughts, the Fire Spirit King, and the hermit old monsters around them, they frowned deeply, ordinary people can't see the truth and reality, but they are so powerful, how can they not know the truth or falsehood?

What's more, the faces of the several master brothers in Sin City did not change at all, although they were also a little nervous, but obviously they did not end as everyone guessed, and even the Peerless Sword Saint held their swords in both hands and looked at the void vigilantly.

Sure enough, almost as soon as the voice of discussion reached **, the originally repaired void cracked again, this time not destroyed by external forces, but naturally disintegrated from the inside out, just like the Cook Ding Niu, when it was cracked, it did not leak the slightest destructive power.

A green-faced fanged, scaly humanoid monster appeared here, he was three feet tall, his strength was unparalleled, his white hair danced in the wind, although hideous, but domineering appearance, still deeply shocked everyone.

He, the wind is clear, the crowd screamed, they looked at him in the center silently, the ancient monks almost left tears, countless female monks were so excited that they cried, he didn't die, he really didn't die.

Unconsciously, in the eyes of most of the ancient monks, Feng Qingyang has become the leader of their luck, in their eyes, Feng Qingyang is not a zombie, but an ancient monk, whether it is a human or a demon, even if it is a zombie, he also belongs to the ancient times, he is the strongest person in this era today, with him, the ancient monks can hold their heads up in the Middle Ages and the ancient monks.

"Alive, alive, I know how he could die, he is the lucky man of my ancient monks, if he dies. So what do we do?"

"Hmph, those old monsters who don't know whether they are alive or dead, do you really think that my ancient monks are very fragile?" People kept praising Feng Qingyang, looking at him standing in the void, their eyes showed the most sincere admiration, in their eyes, Feng Qingyang was their spiritual pillar.

The ancient and ancient monks, their faces were extremely ugly, looking gloomily at the ancient monks in all directions, originally thinking that they could suppress the arrogance of the other party, but as soon as their eyes touched, they found that these ancient monks, one by one, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, raised their heads majestically, and had a posture of fighting to the death.

"If you die like this, then I think I think highly of you. The face of the Peerless Sword Saint remained unchanged, still so gloomy, although the previous mystical supernatural power was almost his full force, but after all, in his opinion, it would not be able to strangle Feng Qingyang in an instant.

However, the other party's state and momentum still made him frightened, in his opinion, even if he couldn't kill the other party, but there was a heavy injury, but in fact, now it seems that the heavy damage has never appeared.

He didn't even be able to break through the opponent's defense, no, looking at it like this, the opponent's scale armor flashed with a ghostly light, where there was a little weakness, those red eyes, and pale hair, just by looking at it, you could feel the peerless ferocity brewing in it.

"You are very strong, you really hate to be strong," Feng Qingyang spoke, no expression could be seen on his hideous face, and even his tone became extremely hoarse, falling on everyone's ears, making their scalp numb, this is a born big devil.

The Peerless Sword Saint frowned, and sure enough, his guess was correct, the other party was indeed not traumatized, but this, how could it be possible? The combination of the Sword Dance and the Extermination Cross Knife could completely strangle countless quasi-saints, and even the strongest quasi-saints.

He really couldn't believe it, but all this was a fact in front of him, and when all this was really in front of him, he realized that he was struggling.

Feng Qingyang smiled faintly, although the other party's momentum has not changed significantly, but in his opinion, he will undoubtedly win this battle, who said that he was not injured? Who said that if he is injured, he must show it?

At this time, he was using his scale armor to cover his own injuries, the other party's sword path mystery, at the moment close to him, made his heart beat wildly, the reason why he was able to appear seemingly intact, in fact, was also because at the last moment, he turned into a zombie deity, and also mobilized a trace of the Xuanhuang Qi of the dantian world, others did not see it, but he knew that the other party's sword qi actually directly cut through Xuanhuang, and deeply bombarded his body, and even at that moment, he thought that he might fall here.

"If you can stop my strongest move, I'll throw in the towel. After a moment of silence, the Peerless Sword Saint slowly spoke, his gloomy face flashed with madness, as if the move he said was definitely extraordinary, or it seemed to be another kind of power, but I was afraid that even if he really used it, it would cause him backlash.

When the monks of the Quartet heard this, their pupils shrank suddenly, and they fell backwards again, breaking away from the core circle shrouded by the sea, and the hundreds of millions of divine consciousness gathered here in the Quartet were directly hidden in the void and did not dare to move.

"What supernatural powers?"

"Needless to say, it must be the final hole card of the Peerless Sword Master. Someone said in a deep voice, the Peerless Sword Saint is not in vain, in fact, his previous sword dance is not something that ordinary monks can resist, just this move can make him proud of the group, blame him for meeting Feng Qingyang, which is a super demon who makes people have an incomparably headache.

He looked at the Peerless Sword Saint calmly, and the vigilance in his heart almost climbed to the peak as soon as he said this, silently operating his mana, and his heart swelled with pride.

"Okay, one move will determine the winner, let me see what the real Peerless Sword Saint is. Feng Qingyang smiled wildly and spoke, and as he spoke, he himself burst out with a terrifying momentum.

This is a cyan halo, enveloping a hundred zhang square, and behind him there is a huge green lotus tree suspended, swaying, diffusing bursts of palpitating breath.

"Creation Qinglian, that is Creation Qinglian, he fought with Emperor Tian, he never used Creation Qinglian, could it be said that the Peerless Sword Saint has completely surpassed Emperor Tian?"