Chapter 22: Fight for the Dignity of Huangzhou!

"You!" Ouyang Feng's face turned pale and blue, and he felt extremely aggrieved and trembling with anger.

"Ancestor..."

The monks of Banshan Sect were furious. They didn't expect that the ancestors of the Transformation Realm, who they were so proud of, had such low status in front of the monks of other Daozhou!

"What an eyesore, why are you still standing there? You don't think you have the qualifications to be on an equal footing with us, do you?"

Another elder of the Transformation Realm from a big sect spoke up, his tone full of contempt.

"The natives of the Wasteland State really don't know the importance of the matter. Even if they break through the Transformation Realm, they are still the lowest and most inferior people!"

A blue-clothed sword cultivator who was very famous in a certain Daozhou sneered sarcastically.

"That's right, you don't know the rules at all!"

"Even if the monks of the Wasteland State break through the Transformation Realm, they are only the lowest class. Do you really think you are a big shot?"

"Old thing, get out of here quickly, don't embarrass yourself!"

The mocking voices came one after another, as if slapping Ouyang Feng's old face.

This time, it was not just the Banshan Sect. All cultivators from the Wasteland State gritted their teeth, clenched their fists tightly, and glared at each other.

Just because the other party humiliated the entire Wasteland State cultivation world!

Ouyang Feng's face was extremely ugly, and he felt very angry inside. Did he not deserve respect just because he was born in the Wasteland State?

Even foreign cultivators with lower realms than him dared to point at his nose and mock him!

Do you really think he has no temper? !

"Fellow Daoists, I am a native of the Wasteland State. I was born and rooted in the Wasteland State. It is true that the environment here is bad, but the creatures here are not lowly!"

"After all, I am a cultivator in the God Transformation Realm. Why should I go down obediently and let you step on my head?"

Ouyang Feng's face was red and his neck was thick, and he argued with reason.

"Old dog, are you looking for death?!"

The God Transformation cultivators from external forces shouted angrily, trying to use their power to suppress others and force Ouyang Feng to admit his defeat.

The huge killing intent was like a wave, and Ouyang Feng felt cold all over and his heart was trembling.

"You, you guys..."

His hair was numb and his throat was swallowing saliva.

He had practiced hard for many years before breaking through to the God of Incarnation. He could live a carefree life for tens of thousands of years. Why should an accident happen at this critical moment?

Oh, just give in!

After thinking about it, Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth and descended in disgrace.

"Hahaha, the cultivators of the Desolate State are really afraid of death! Trash is trash!"

This scene made the foreign cultivators laugh, and the contempt in their eyes was even greater.

Ouyang Feng's face was burning with pain. He felt that his life was really cowardly, but in order to survive, he had to give in.

Suddenly.

Ouyang Feng's heart trembled.

At this time, the cultivators of the Desolate State below were silent, their faces full of disappointment, and those countless pairs of dim eyes pierced Ouyang Feng's chest like a sharp sword.

Especially the monks of Banshan Sect, seeing their ancestors being so cowardly, they felt like the sky was falling, and all of them became soulless.

Ouyang Feng felt so uncomfortable, as if there were millions of ants biting and stinging his heart, and there was a voice in his brain that made his breathing gradually heavier.

"No!"

"I am the God of Desolate State, the number one person in Desolate State!"

"If even I think of myself as lowly, what future does this Desolate State have?!"

"Even if I avoid the sharp edge this time and live in a cowardly way, I will leave a demon in my heart, and I would rather die than live!!"

Ouyang Feng's thoughts were clear, as if he had made up his mind, his eyes became particularly firm, and his anger exploded and swept his body, his blood was boiling like magma, burning all over his body.

The descending figure suddenly stopped!

Then, it rose like a meteor! !

Under countless surprised gazes, Ouyang Feng's hair fluttered, his eyes shot out two beams of cold light that split the sky, and he let out a long roar to the sky, like a tiger's roar and a dragon's roar, exciting his blood.

"Cultivators from Huangzhou, why fear a battle!"

"If anyone disobeys, stand up for me!!!"

The majestic voice was full of determination, containing the meaning of facing death with indifference, and echoed above the vast sky.

Swish!

The high-pitched sound of the sword resounded through the world.

In Ouyang Feng's hand, there was an ancient heavy sword, the sword body was engraved with a continuous mountain pattern, and it emitted a yellow halo as hot as a small sun.

At this time, he held the heavy sword in his hand and pointed it forward. Among the cultivators in the sky, his figure was so thin, lonely, but extremely dazzling!

"Ancestor!!"

The disciple of the Banshan Sect roared with red eyes.

"It has appeared. The strongest magic weapon of the Banshan Sect, the eighth-grade treasure, Kunshan Sword!" The sect master said with pride and excitement.

Kunshan Sword, nothing can be broken!

It is the well-deserved magic weapon of the Banshan Sect!

"Senior..." The hearts of the monks in Huangzhou were shocked. They didn't expect that there would be a reversal later. Their originally dim eyes brightened again.

"Bold!"

"Arrogant!"

"Old man, you are looking for death!!"

The angry shouts came one after another, like a storm.

Many foreign monks were very angry and felt insulted. They were ready to attack and kill Ouyang Feng.

Facing the overwhelming terrifying power, Ouyang Feng's back was straighter than ever.

His eyes were shining, and there was a fearless belief between his eyebrows!

"Come and fight!"

Ouyang Feng was desperate and shouted.

"Let's go together and kill this old dog!" someone said angrily.

At this time, an arrogant voice sounded in the team, "Wait a minute!"

Open.

He is a middle-aged man wearing a purple gold crown and a dragon robe. He is sitting cross-legged on a gorgeous chariot with a proud posture. There are several terrifying beasts pulling at the front of the chariot, exuding a rich blood energy that is breathtaking.

"King Zhennan of Wuzhou Shuntian Dynasty, a powerful man in the late stage of becoming a god."

There was a monk who was afraid of Tao.

The King of Zhennan said playfully: "This old guy is just a monk from a deserted state, and with so many of us dealing with him, I'm afraid it will make people laugh if word spreads about it."

"Let's do this. I am willing to show my shame and suppress him with only one hand."

Hear the words.

Everyone thought it was reasonable and chose to sit on the sidelines.

"Old dog, let me show you how big the gap is between you and us!" King Zhennan sneered and raised his hand like lightning.

boom!

The majestic magic power turned into a giant hand holding up the sky, and slapped Ouyang Feng fiercely with power.

"kill!"

Ouyang Feng shouted violently, swung the Kunshan sword and slashed out. The thick earth-yellow sword light shattered the void, and the momentum was surging.

Boom!

The explosion was earth-shattering.

After the smoke dissipated, Ouyang Feng stood tall with his heavy sword in hand.

There was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"You actually blocked it?" King Zhennan's smile disappeared, his gaze focused on everyone, and he disappeared from the chariot. In an instant, he was in front of Ouyang Feng, his raised palms bent like dragon claws.

The top level magical power on earth, Dragon Claw!

Instantly.

The surging and terrifying pressure came.

Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth and waved the Kunshan Sword to block it. The magic power in his body was like a torrent, pouring out crazily.

clang! ! !

The sound of gold and iron clashing shook the heaven and earth.

An old man fell down and hit the ground with a bang. His hair was disheveled and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. He held the Kunshan Sword and stood up with difficulty, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Humph, it's really a waste!" King Zhennan pretended to be relaxed, but he was actually very annoyed.

He relied on his high cultivation level and tried his best to attack, but he still couldn't kill this person with one blow, which was really embarrassing.

"Come again!" Ouyang Feng shouted.

The opponent's strength is indeed very strong. If he hadn't relied on the best treasures to resist, his body would have been smashed to pieces just now.

"This old guy has something." The other monks in the realm of transformation secretly said.

King Zhennan laughed in anger, how dare you provoke him?

Then, he no longer held back, used various magical powers one by one, and killed Ouyang Feng!

Ouyang Feng adjusted his condition and continued to fight with the Kunshan Sword in his hand.

The sword light reaches the sky, like a bright sun.

As the ancestor of the Banshan Sect, he displayed his sword skills to the fullest, and with the help of the power of the magic weapon, he fought hard with the King of Zhennan.

soon.

King Zhennan became more and more irritable. He was confused and had a scar on his chest, bleeding out.

King Zhennan was completely angry. He impulsively broke his promise and directly raised his hand to summon the magic weapon, the ninth-grade treasure weapon, Hunyuan Hammer!

The Hunyuan Hammer was smashed out like a meteorite, strong winds covered the earth, and many monks were swaying, with horrified expressions on their faces.

boom!

Kunshan sword almost fell out of hand,

Ouyang Feng's whole body shook violently, and blood surged in his body. He sneered, "What did you say before? How embarrassing!"

King Zhennan knew that he could not keep his face, and his eyes were fierce, and he growled: "Old man, I want you to die!!!"

After saying this, the momentum of Hunyuan Hammer was fierce, sweeping like a storm.

Under the continuous resistance, Ouyang Feng finally couldn't support himself and was hit by a hammer until he vomited blood. He fell high to the ground, raising dust all over the sky.

"If you ask me for help, I can forget about it and spare your life!"

The King of Zhennan holds a giant hammer and is domineering.

He wants to completely destroy Ouyang Feng's dignity and break the backbone of the monks in Huangzhou!

Ouyang Feng was covered in blood, lying on the ground with a weak breath like an old dog. How could he still have the carefree and high-spirited look of the divine king before?

But in the eyes of the monks in Huangzhou, he is the well-deserved number one divine king!

"Senior...that's enough..."

Everyone's eyes were red and they choked with sobs.

"Ancestor!!"

The monks of the Banshan Sect were distraught and cried loudly.