Duanmu Boyi finally couldn't help but wanted to kill Feng Hao. This ant-like figure actually tried to gain fame in his name.
No wonder he bullies the weak with force.
"Everyone is destined to die. It is heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. If you can die at the hands of this immortal, you will be able to smile."
Duanmu Boyi said indifferently.
In his eyes, Feng Hao was no different from a dead person. He had met many such arrogant young people in his life, but most of them died young.
His spine was broken alive.
"Yeah?"
Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Boyi with a smile. In his eyes, Duanmu Boyi was the real dead man. He was just a loose immortal. He could pierce the opponent's eyebrows with just a spit of spit.
But Feng Hao currently has no plans to show his full strength. After all, his current identity is Cheng Hao, a descendant of the Cheng family.
"I don't know what it means!"
Duanmu Boyi became angry with embarrassment, narrowed his eyes, and grabbed Feng Hao's head with his dragon-capturing hand.
The strength of the Sanxian was not overwhelming, but in an instant, a powerful aura spurted out. The ancient monks who were watching had a look of unbearability on their faces and couldn't help but narrow their eyes.
They had already anticipated the scene where Feng Hao was turned into a pulp.
"ah!"
However, the expected scene did not appear. Instead, someone screamed out in pain. Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain, Our Lady in the Clouds of Mount Tai, and Master Tang of Qingcheng Mountain narrowed their eyes and moved slightly.
The person who cried out in pain was not Feng Hao, but Sanxian Duanmu Boyi, who was holding his right hand and his face was twisted in pain.
His hands were still dripping with blood, dense cold sweat was oozing out from his forehead, and his expression was extremely frightened and angry.
Duanmu Yang's five flying swords were captured again. He didn't expect that Feng Hao could play so smoothly and be able to hurt him.
According to normal logic, Feng Hao at least has the cultivation level to transcend the tribulation stage. Otherwise, the five flying swords would not be able to reach him at all, and they would not even be able to cut through the aura shield that protects his body.
But in fact, he was injured. Lin Yu used five flying swords to not only cut through the protective aura shield, but also almost pierced the palm of his hand.
"..."
"What happened? Is Cheng Hao dead?"
"He's not dead. Duanmu Boyi seemed to cry out in pain just now... Look, he was injured. The dignified Sanxian was actually injured."
Wow!
The ancient monks opened their eyes one after another. Except for Cheng Cheng and the other three, the other ancient monks had expressions of horror on their faces.
People with poor concentration swayed their bodies and simply did not believe what was happening in front of them.
Sanxian is almost the top monk in the Chinese cultivation world, second only to the powerful Mahayana warriors who are about to ascend.
But during the Mahayana period... the entire ancient Chinese cultivating clan seems to have not appeared yet, so powerful loose immortals like Duanmu Boyi have absolute say in the world of cultivating.
But for such a powerful Sanxian monk, he was injured.
Being injured by a young man in his early twenties is simply a fantasy. Duanmu Boyi must have stabbed himself.
"Why are you injured? Why are you so careless? You saw it too. I didn't do anything and you fell down!"
Feng Hao had a confused look on his face, and as he spoke, he strolled towards Duanmu Boyi, whose face was flushed.
Everyone was breathing hard and their eyes were not closed, wanting to see clearly what would happen next.
What all the monks didn't expect was that Feng Hao stretched out his hand to pull up Duanmu Boyi who was squatting on the ground.
Duanmu Boyi's face turned the color of pig liver. He couldn't help but look at Feng Hao suspiciously. How could such a young guy have a higher level of cultivation than him?
It must have been his carelessness just now, and Lin Yu was quite experienced in controlling flying swords, so he was injured.
Duanmu Boyi stretched out his hand, and just when his hand was about to touch Feng Hao's palm, a sharp light flashed deep in his eyes.
"die!"
Duanmu Boyi raised his heart and tried to directly defeat Feng Hao's heart with powerful spiritual power.
However, the moment his hand touched Feng Hao's palm, another heartbreaking pain came from the palm of his hand for no reason.
"Ah~"
Duanmu Boyi screamed strangely again, his body twitched slightly, and then his palms were filled with scarlet blood dripping.
In an instant, Duanmu Boyi's face showed overwhelming anger, and when he looked at Feng Hao, he wanted to tear him into pieces.
hiss!
The ancient monks who were watching couldn't help but gasped. This must not be a coincidence.
They saw with their own eyes that Duanmu Boyi touched Feng Hao's hand, and then he retreated as if he had been struck by lightning, with blood dripping from his palm.
"What are you doing? Is there a thorn in my hand?"
Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Boyi with a half-smile. With his cultivation level, he had too many ways to deal with Duanmu Boyi.
But he didn't intend to use thunderous means to deal with Duanmu Boyi. Moderate torture was also a good choice.
So Feng Hao stepped forward again, trying to pull Duanmu Boyi's injured hand, but Duanmu Boyi became shrewd. He knew that Feng Hao had hidden five flying swords in his palms, and took advantage of his lack of defense to hurt him.
Duanmu Boyi took a few steps back, looked at Feng Hao with fear, and said in a deep voice: "The flying sword of my Duanmu family is extremely sharp, comparable to an immortal weapon. If you return it to me, I will leave you a complete
corpse……"
Feng Hao couldn't help but roll his eyes at Duanmu Boyi and said: "You said you wanted to keep my whole body, do you think I will return your flying sword? Otherwise, you kneel down and commit suicide, and I will keep your whole body.
?”
Wow!
In an instant, an uproar echoed throughout the reception hall, and everyone stared at Feng Hao in stunned silence.
"That's enough! You die for me!"
Duanmu Boyi was so angry that he shouted loudly, and his whole body's spiritual power surged. In addition, under the influence of the ray of immortal energy that he had become a loose immortal after overcoming the tribulation, his whole body became like an immortal.
The injuries on his hands recovered, and the aura of the Sanxian was perfectly released at this moment. In an instant, countless glass vessels in the hall exploded and shattered. Many geniuses of various races with low cultivation levels opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face instantly turned pale.
"Old thief Duanmu, what are you going to do?"
Whoosh!
The three powerful men in the Tribulation Stage immediately stood up and held up their spiritual energy shields to protect everyone in the hall.
When the Sanxian is angry, if not suppressed, the violent energy fluctuations will cause the entire Jinmao Tower to topple, and even the Oriental Pearl Tower will collapse.
Feng Hao looked calm, despite Duanmu Boyi's eyes widening and looking at him in disbelief, he walked up to Duanmu Boyi without any resistance.
Point it out.
Bo!
Duanmu Boyi's spiritual energy shield suddenly collapsed.
He was stunned.
At this moment, the stagnation of spiritual power temporarily restored calm in the hall.
"How, how could it be?"
Duanmu Boyi's mind went blank. Who was this person from? Why couldn't his cultivation as a Sanxian suppress him?
On the contrary, with one finger, he destroyed the heaven-defying method he was about to use...