"Holy power, divine presence!" After saying this, the Holy Lord suddenly raised his palm and then slashed it across the air.
A huge pillar of lightning, carrying endless power, flew down from the sky above the nine heavens, penetrated the void, and fell on Feng Qingyu's head.
"You old bastard, you really want to fight me to the death!" Feng Qingyu cursed and slapped out with his palm again.
A loud "boom" was heard, and the huge lightning pillar exploded in mid-air. Thousands of dark blue electric snakes flew out and disappeared into the endless void.
This time, the Holy Lord was finally pushed back three steps, but Feng Qingyu retreated seven or eight steps before he could barely stabilize his body.
To be honest, such strength is already terrifying enough. Looking across the entire continent, there are not many people who can match him. Unfortunately, he is still one step behind the Holy Lord.
The Holy Lord didn't give him a chance to breathe. With a wave of his hand, another pillar of lightning pierced through the void and fell on Feng Qingyu's head.
"You old bastard, you haven't stopped yet. Do you really think that I, Fatty Feng, am easy to bully?" Feng Qingyu roared angrily and slapped out again.
There was a loud roar, electric snakes flew around, and the lightning pillar was broken again. This time, the Holy Lord retreated several feet, but Feng Qingyu rolled like a meat ball and flew out more than ten feet.
"Ah, I'll fight you!" Feng Qingyu had never suffered such a big loss in her life. She was completely enraged. Without waiting for the Holy Lord to make the first move, she took the initiative to rush forward.
"Boom..." Pillars of lightning fell one after another. Feng Qingyu rushed towards the Holy Lord again and again, but was shocked and flew back again and again.
I don't know when it started, but blood has been oozing from his mouth, nose and ears, even his eyes have turned blood red, and his sword robe is also stained with blood, but he still rushes towards the Holy Lord again and again.
The Holy Lord's face also turned pale, with traces of blood at the corners of his mouth. It seemed that he was also seriously injured, but he was still much more relaxed than Feng Qingyu.
Seeing Feng Qingyu's almost crazy persistence and the blood on his body, everyone was moved.
"Senior Feng!" Mu Hanyan felt a pang of pain in her heart, and her voice trembled slightly.
Although he had always refused to accept Feng Qingyu as his master, they had actually been master and disciple for a long time, and he was just worried about his character. Seeing him fighting the Holy Lord for her, how could Mu Hanyan not be moved.
"Don't worry, my dear disciple. With his strength, he can't do anything to me. It's just a minor wound. Just wait and see how I kill him." Feng Qingyu wiped his mouth, still looking carefree.
As if to prove that his injuries were not serious and that he had the capital to drag the Holy Lord to death, he patted the fat on his chest hard.
"Hmph, how shameless!" The Holy Lord sneered disdainfully.
"Holy power, divine presence!" With a wave of his hand, another pillar of lightning fell towards Feng Qingyu.
Feng Qingyu's repeated entanglement made him a little impatient. The power of this lightning column was obviously much greater than the previous one. It was obvious that he wanted to decide the outcome in one move.
But Feng Qingyu seemed unaware of it and continued to rush forward regardless of anything as before.
However, just as he rushed into the lightning column, he suddenly shouted: "Heaven and Earth, seal the demon!"
An invisible barrier enveloped the Saint Lord. Unlike his last sparring session with Mu Hanyan and the others, this time, the barrier was far more powerful, causing even the Saint Lord to suddenly freeze.
Of course, it was only a momentary delay. It was absolutely impossible to imprison the Holy Lord with this barrier. The Holy Lord opened his hands, and the barrier that sealed the demons of heaven and earth loosened.
But at the same time, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from Feng Qingyu's body, like the sun at noon, so bright that people could not open their eyes. A huge force like a volcanic tsunami also erupted violently from his body.
"Oh no, I've been fooled!" The Holy Lord's heart sank and he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
In an instant, he was overwhelmed by this force. With his strength, he had a chance to avoid it, but he was delayed for a moment by the barrier that sealed the demons of heaven and earth, and lost his only chance.
"Boom..." The sound of thunder still rang in the ears, but under the dazzling light, no one could see what was happening. They could only feel that under the tremendous force, the barrier was shaking violently again.
Finally, the light dissipated, and the figures of Feng Qingyu and the Holy Lord appeared before their eyes again.
At this time, Feng Qingyu was in tattered clothes and disheveled hair. His originally plump figure had shrunk a lot, and his body was covered with scars. Every wound was bloody, as if he was hit by a huge rock thrown by a catapult. And it was not just hit once, but hit over and over again from front to back and left to right.
Looking at those shocking scars, everyone knew that these were injuries left by his self-explosion.
The Holy Lord's sword robe was also blown to pieces, and his body was covered in blood. Perhaps his condition was slightly better than Feng Qingyu's, but he was also seriously injured.
"Haha, old man, now you know how powerful I, Fatty Feng, am." The fat man said with a smug smile while spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
"You are so cruel!" said the Holy Lord gritting his teeth.
Only now did he realize that Feng Qingyu's previous awkwardness was likely a feint, intended to lull him into complacency and lose his guard. And he had indeed fallen for it, merely being a little slower under his Heaven and Earth Demon Sealing Boundary, resulting in this fate.
However, Feng Qingyu's self-destruction of his energy came at a greater price, potentially damaging his foundation. For ordinary cultivators, talent and diligence are paramount, but for those who reach their level, talent and diligence aren't the most important. Opportunity is paramount. Without these chance encounters, even the most talented and diligent cultivators wouldn't be able to achieve their level of strength.
Precisely because their strength is so hard-earned, they value their reputation more than ordinary people. They will never risk their cultivation easily, let alone their cultivation foundation.
The Holy Lord never expected that Feng Qingyu would be so cruel. Not only was he seriously injured by the self-explosion and his strength greatly reduced, but he even ignored the foundation of his cultivation.
"If I'm not ruthless, how can I hurt you? Cough cough." Feng Qingyu smiled triumphantly and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood foam.
"Old man, we are all seriously injured now. Do we still want to fight?" Feng Qingyu then said provocatively.
I have to say, in addition to being wretched, this fat man has another major characteristic, which is arrogance, even when seriously injured.
"Do you really think that you can stop me by sacrificing your entire cultivation?" The Holy Lord stood up and said slowly.
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