Purple air comes from the east.

The wind stood in the sky, and endless blood was falling all around, like withered red petals, dancing in the wind.

Like the sigh of heaven and earth, the fall of each quasi-saint extreme power will cause heaven and earth to mourn, and the blood is like teardrops, bright red and desolate, falling from the side of the wind and dripping into the void.

The sound of a gentle cough woke everyone up who were deep in thought, the blood couldn't stop flowing, even if he wanted to swallow it back, half of his body was destroyed, purple gold bones, purple gold blood, and thumping heart, obviously, even if he survived under their joint efforts, but he also paid a great price.

Although he is so embarrassed, in the eyes of these tens of thousands of ancient monks, it seems that he is so reassuring, he is an undefeated myth, the pride of the sky who will never fall, deeply shocked everyone, and also made everyone deeply awe-inspired.

In heaven and earth, everything seemed to disappear, leaving only this red figure, less than a hundred feet beside him, there were ten great powers looking at him in horror.

Knowing that he was at the end of the crossbow, he knew that he could no longer fight, but he stood there in such a way that these people did not dare to breathe, let alone move.

It seems that at this moment, he turned into eternity, he competed with heaven and earth, with the sun and the moon, he was the peerless overlord, standing there, crushing heaven and earth, suppressing the ghost male, with the roar of the avenue, the power of faith in the sky almost turned into a source, and all gathered into his body.

Extremely refined and pure, not only the tens of thousands of ancient monks here, but also the hundreds of millions of living beings who pay attention to this place, the vast majority of ancient monks, they are all looking at the wind in awe at this moment.

This person who subverts everything carries too much hope, they are really demanding to live in this war, only if he lives, these people can live, and one person bears the fate of countless living beings.

Whether it is selfish or selfish, the purpose is self-evident, everything is for the sake of the clear wind, for the dignity of the ancient monks, for the meaning of today's existence,

No one could get close to his body, surrounded by countless powers of faith, and the injuries on his body began to recover at an astonishing speed, as if all this was so natural, no one said anything, and no one thought it was strange.

"Qingyang. Qian Yanli looked at him with concern, looked at him deeply, and opened his mouth with Lige and Mo Qianxiao and others, who had joined forces to resist Yezun's avenue before, and also suffered a lot of backlash, and his pale face suddenly appeared after seeing that Feng Qingyang was still alive.

He kept coughing, although the wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the blood at the corner of his mouth still couldn't stop flowing, shocking, and the major quasi-saint extreme powerhouses were shocked.

It took a long time for them to wake up from the shock, but at the same time, there was madness, which was the last madness for their lives.

"Kill him, you must kill him, if you don't kill him, we will all fall here. Yezun looked a little crazy, and her better face should be a little distorted by the hideousness, she raised her hand and pointed at the wind Qingyang, the killing intent in her eyes almost turned into substance.

Everyone in the Quartet trembled when they heard this, and they also felt that something was wrong, indeed, if they can't slaughter Feng Qingyang now, then they are the ones who die, but if they want to kill the other party, how much price will they have to pay?

"Such a person must not be allowed to live, otherwise, we will definitely die, and with him in front of us, we will not be able to break through to a higher realm. There was a quasi-saint who spoke, and when everyone heard this, they took a deep breath together, and their eyes showed a crazy look at the same time.

"It's a hard life, it's a bit unexpected. In the distant starry sky, the woman who walked out of the Nine Yin True Realm, her eyes were like electricity, she looked at the wind Qingyang, and the corners of her mouth provoked a smile: "Even so, you think you can turn over the palm of my hand?" she muttered to herself, as if she had guessed what would happen next.

"Whatever the cost, his life will be taken. Yezun spoke, the blood-red long whip in her hand kept flying and spinning, even if she was such a powerful quasi-saint extreme power, she didn't dare to act rashly.

Even the surrounding several quasi-saint powers, all surrounded Feng Qingyang in the center, but they never made a move, they knew that once they moved, there would be someone among them, who would be blown up by Feng Qingyang's deathly blow, who this person was unknown, but they knew that it was likely to be themselves, so they all looked at Feng Qingyang cautiously and fearfully, afraid that the other party would burst out and kill.

Once upon a time, they would be so dammered against a person? Once upon a time, which of them was not the pinnacle of the storm? The super power that traversed the void and played the role of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains?

But now, in order to survive, they temporarily abandoned the dignity of belonging to the strong and joined forces to kill a little zombie, and what is even more ridiculous is that even so, they were still frightened by the other party and did not dare to act arbitrarily.

And Feng Qingyang himself, also holding the lotus leaf in one hand, looked comfortable, the wounds on his body were recovering at a terrifying speed, although the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but his deterrent power was not weakened at all, making the two sides fall into a kind of stillness, or rather, into a stalemate, a kind of balance.

Just one person can face so many powerful existences, just ask the ancient and modern times, who can have this qualification? This is a kind of glory, the glory of the peak powerhouse.

He faced everyone alone, suppressing them and not daring to cross half a step across the thunder pool, the fear between each other, but also the sorrow between them, without the confidence to dare to fight to the death.

That alone dooms them to failure.

"City Lord, look, isn't he okay too?" At the highest place in the Spirit Realm, the Pavilion Master of the Duobao Pavilion looked at the wind of the Tianxuan Ancient Star with a smile, and there was anticipation in his eyes.

The Doom and the Sin City City Lord nodded at the same time, and they still agreed with the words of the Pavilion Master of the Duobao Pavilion: "This kid, his life is very hard, maybe the direction of the spirit world will really change because of him." ”

Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently twice, obviously being counterattacked, some things can't be said nonsense, of course, it also depends on what identity is.

"That's not necessarily ......" There are supporters, there must be opponents, and one of the Holy Venerables looked a little dissatisfied, looking at the sin supporting the city lord, and his eyes were gloomy.

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"Do you dare to kill again?" Silent Shaoqing, Feng Qingyang took the initiative to provoke, he didn't want to delay time, he knew what the many powers he was facing at this time were for, so after they were scared, he was even worried that they would turn around and run away.