The statue of the literati burst into applause, and at the same time his eyes shot angrily ahead, righteous and upright, as if he had a heroic and righteous appearance.

However, the spell he performed was a little insidious, and the bronze coffin suddenly revealed a corner in this loud cheer, and the lid of the coffin was lightly raised, revealing a trace of Xuanhuang.

The so-called Xuanhuang Zhi will only exist when the world is opened, and a trace can crush the heavens, but what I didn't expect is that there is such a wisp of breath sealed in this ancient coffin, although it is only mixed with one ten-millionth of Xuanhuang gas.

But just by virtue of this, the wind is clear and irresistible.

I saw that there was a burst of blood mist on his face, and his body was even more creaking, and his bones trembled at this moment, and his body shook, as if he was about to leave his body.

That kind of coercion, as if the heavens and the earth had collapsed, the rebirth after the destruction of miè, that kind of power, could not be matched, the wind was clear and only felt a sweetness in his throat, and suddenly a stream of blood and qi quickly surged up.

Boom!

He stood in place, like a needle of the sea god, and swallowed back the blood that came out of the hole, even so, it still flowed a trace.

Feng Qingyang wiped it casually, wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, and then rolled his body on the ground, as if he could wipe out a lot of coercion on his body.

However, he made a mistake, he only had a bronze coffin in his eyes, but he ignored that there was a warrior here who could compete with him.

Although it was only a statue, it still couldn't change the fact that he was powerful, and just as the wind rolled to the side with a clear sound, a huge stone flew in front of him.

The stone is as hard as iron, like a hill, if you can't hide it, you are afraid that you will be crushed into a meatloaf when you get on it, and the so-called bad luck is continuous, and when you encounter one, other accidents will follow.

Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank sharply, at this moment, he was angry, he wanted to turn over and get up and punch to smash the mountain that was pressed down, however, the breath of the bronze ancient coffin was enveloping him, it was okay to stand before, but now that he has fallen, don't think about standing up.

The weight of his body was millions of catties, which made him breathless, and his eyes were full of gold stars, and he had a powerful force in the air but could not use it, this feeling made him very aggrieved, and he was about to explode his chest.

Thundered!

Bang dang!

The earth swayed, the dust splashed, at this moment, I could no longer see what the ground was, the hill was so violently pressed, I was afraid that the wind would become a meatloaf in it.

"Dead?"

In the secret room, the old man's face showed a look, after a burst of joy and sorrow, it seemed that he could see life and death clearly in an instant, he was not a person of this era, and he still couldn't let go of life and death?

Thinking of this, he sighed deeply, and then raised his hand and waved, and a broken sword flew out, levitating above his head, and suddenly hung countless rays of light.

The light enveloped him, instantly isolating the divine thunder that fell from the sky, and the broken sword was covered with mixed rust, as if it had long lost its spirituality, however, even so, it had the pride it once had.

Trembling under the divine thunder, he let out a faint faint whistle, a sound that only this old man could understand. Only he would understand what it meant.

"I was to blame at the beginning, if I hadn't gone my own way, I wouldn't have ended up like this, and I also caused my old friend to be destroyed by the Heavenly Dao, this big array, if I hadn't imposed the means, how could it be taken by the Heavenly Dao? ”

Speaking of this, his body was slightly rickety, and at this moment, he was old again, but in his eyes, there was a hint of relief, looking at the broken sword in the sky, and said: "You have been with me for many years, and you have been in the world for many years, but you are as heroic as me, and you can never go back to the past!"

"I will always go when I should go, this is the last time I will fight side by side with you, you and I will jointly bombard the sealing barrier here, and send out a mana to help the little zombies in the outside world get off the line. ”

After speaking, the broken sword in the air roared again, and a trembling sword brush appeared in the old man's hand.

Holding the sword in his hand, he no longer stiffened, but straightened his back, although he looked old, but the momentum that came out of his body was earth-shattering, it seemed that at that moment he returned to the peak, back to the past!

"Open!"

He shouted, and the remaining mana was injected into the broken sword, and a shocking sword suddenly erupted, and the sword light was sealed along the secret room, and the momentum was unabated, as if it was devastated, and it slashed on the hill with a bang.

Thundered!

The earth shook, and at this moment, it was ten thousand times more violent than the sound of the hill pressing down, and only a click was heard, and the hill suddenly turned into ashes, and disappeared with a sigh.

And the sword light did not decrease at all, after smashing the hill, it instantly changed, turning into a fist-sized elixir, dripping and spinning in the void, hanging down the Dao Radiance, resisting the Xuanhuang Qi released from the bronze ancient coffin.

Boom!

At this moment, there was also a bang below, and a figure covered in blood picked up the rocks and stood up, his green face and fangs, looking a little hideous, in tatters, like a beggar, a trace of blood danced out of his body, he was like a broken sieve at this time.

"I'm alive. ”

Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, at the last moment when the hill pressed down, he thought he was going to die, but at the last moment, he spewed out a ray of light, covering him in an instant.

However, that hill is not an ordinary hill at all, but a magic weapon, although the origin of the dump is extraordinary, but after all, it is still in its infancy, how can it resist it.

When the hill was pressed down, it and Feng Qingyang were buried in it instantly, at that moment, Feng Qingyang really thought that he was dead, he put his hands up, let out a dying roar, and carried the hill deadly.

Although it was not flattened instantly, it endured unparalleled pain. He watched his bones come out of his body without being able to withstand the pressure.

Just when he was about to be unable to resist, his body was light, and he stood up with a bang, looking at the beads on his head, and he bathed in the light that drooped from them.

"You ......"

There was confusion in his eyes, but it was already a blessing to be alive, his tense nerves suddenly cleared, and at this moment, a super strong pain instantly hit his whole body, he bared his teeth and almost roared loudly.

What kind of pain was that! The muscles and bones of the whole body were displaced! The sea of qi was almost crushed.

"Buzz ......"

At this moment, the bead chirped, shook twice, and suddenly flew towards Feng Qingyang, broke through his body, and instantly entered his body.

In an instant, the wind was clear and refreshed, and he clearly felt that his injuries were recovering, and the empty sea of qi was also replenished at this moment.

This is not over, the bead did not release all the mana, but after repairing Feng Qingyang's injury, it instantly turned into a broken sword and appeared in front of him.

"Do you want me to fight with you?"

The wind was clear and murmured, and a pride suddenly rose in his heart, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the broken sword, looked at the two statues in front of him, and said, "Look how I cut you into scum!"