Zhang Liucheng said coldly: "As a member of the Wind Clan, you have betrayed the beliefs of the people. Today is the time for you to repay."
After saying that, Zhang Liucheng's aura suddenly became fierce, like a sharp sword hidden in a sheath, ready to kill with one blow.
Feng Ju felt a sense of chilling, and he began to retreat step by step, but Zhang Liucheng approached like a shadow.
Suddenly, Zhang Liucheng shouted: "Suffer death!"
Before he finished speaking, a bright finger flew out from Zhang Liucheng's fingertips in an instant, like a meteor piercing the darkness and piercing Feng Ju's throat.
The strong killing intent seemed to tear the air apart and make people suffocate.
Feng Ju panicked like a frightened wild horse. He never expected that Zhang Liucheng would attack so quickly, and his attacks would be so ruthless.
Fengju hurriedly waved the silver spear in his hand, trying to resist Zhang Liucheng's attack.
However, Zhang Liucheng's finger light was as fast as lightning, and he could not stop it at all.
Just hearing a heart-rending scream, Feng Ju's throat was hit by the lightning-fast finger.
The Fengju swayed a few times, like an autumn leaf swaying in the wind and rain, and finally fell heavily to the ground.
Feng Ju's eyes were wide and round as copper bells, seemingly full of disbelief, not believing that he would die in the hands of a seemingly ordinary young man.
"These little human monks are really beyond my expectations!"
The Wind King stared at the scene in front of him, stunned with shock. He couldn't help but rub his eyes vigorously, as if he wanted to confirm whether all this was true.
His heart was filled with confusion and shock. The strength and performance of these young monks were completely beyond his imagination and knowledge.
The Wind King couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
On the other side of the fierce battlefield, Xiaoqiang, Xiaohei and the others, with their eyes as sharp as eagles, were fully engaged in the intense battle with the Feng Lao Sect monks.
Their weapons drew magnificent arcs through the air, each swing accompanied by the clang of metal and the din of battle.
In Xiaoqiang's hand, the huge red flame gravity hammer danced like a fire, and the blazing red flames spurted out with every swing, as if they were going to ignite the entire battlefield.
Xiaoqiang's eyes were shining and he shouted loudly: "Brother, we must completely eliminate these villains!"
Xiao Hei clenched the black sword in his hand. The blade was like lightning in the night sky. Every time he swung it, he could kill the enemies in front of him one by one.
His eyes were cold and firm, and he showed no mercy in every attack. He was obviously used to this kind of battle.
Xiaoqiang danced the Red Flame Gravity Hammer, like a blazing flame moving through the crowd.
Wherever they passed, the Feng Lao Sect monks wearing blue armor fell down like ears of wheat.
The Wind King stood at the entrance of the palace, his eyes turning from peaceful to serious, even a little cold.
His eyes fell on Xiaoqiang, and his heart was filled with unexpected surprise.
This seemingly ordinary little fat man possesses such powerful power, it's like the god of death has descended upon him.
Feng Wang glanced at Feng Youlai beside him, and saw the same surprise and confusion in Feng Youlai's eyes.
The Wind King took a deep breath, and then issued an order to all the Wind Clan monks in a loud voice: "Fear warriors of the Wind Clan, listen to my orders! Now is the final battle between us and the Wind Clan traitors! Don't hesitate, don't back down! Use all your strength to eradicate the roots and exterminate the remnants of the demon clan!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Youlai and other Feng Clan monks stood up.
They had just experienced a surprise attack by the Feng Lao Sect monks, and were still in shock, unable to recover.
However, Feng Youlai has recovered from the initial shock, his eyes shining with determination.
The wind came again and waved the weapon in his hand. It was a long sword with wind attributes. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing and glowed with a faint blue light.
He took the lead and rushed towards the Feng Lao Sect monks, followed by a group of equally high-spirited Wind Clan monks.
They waved the weapons in their hands, making a roar of wind, and started a fierce battle with the monks of Feng Laozong.
At this time, Zhang Liucheng sneered, his hands quickly pinched the magic formula, and then he waved his sleeves.
The huge body of the Fengju stirred up strong winds in the sky, pressing towards the monks of the Feng Lao Sect like a mountain.
The oppressive feeling was like a huge wave, making people breathless.
Fengju's body was like a meteor, piercing the sky, leaving a graceful arc, and then crashed down where the monks of Feng Lao Sect were.
That force directly blasted a group of monks away, and some even spurted blood in the air.
After Fengju's body landed, it still shook on the ground for a while, and then slowly calmed down.
The battle lasted for several hours, and the monks of Feng Laozong gradually retreated under the fierce attack of the monks of the Feng clan, Zhang Liucheng and others.
When the last Feng Lao Sect monk was killed, all the Feng Clan monks instantly burst into cheers. They shouted excitedly: "We won!"
The Wind King slowly walked towards Zhang Liucheng with a steady and determined pace. His body revealed unshakable majesty, but at this moment, his face showed a trace of sincere gratitude.
The Wind King said: "Thank you little brother for your help. I am very grateful."
Zhang Liucheng waved his hands gently, his face filled with a smile, a smile as warm and sincere as the sun.
"King Feng, you are really serious." Zhang Liucheng said softly, "This is just a trivial effort, not worth mentioning."
The Feng King pondered for a moment, then nodded, then changed the topic and said: "Little brother, I have something to discuss. If you have some feelings for Xi'er, I want to betroth her to you. What do you think?"
After Zhang Liucheng heard what King Feng said, he was shocked and surprised.
Zhang Liucheng knew that he was still a fledgling in the world of immortality and had a clear understanding of his own position.
He understood that he could not stay long in this land filled with sand and raging winds.
However, facing the Wind King's proposal, he fell into deep contemplation.
Feng Wang, a powerful and manipulative character, hopes to marry Feng Bixi, a woman who is equally powerful but has a weak personality.
On the one hand, he felt that this was a betrayal of Li Jie'er, because he loved Li Jie'er deeply; on the other hand, Zhang Liucheng also felt that this was an injustice to Feng Bixi, because he could not give her an ordinary and stable life. life.
Zhang Liucheng shook his head and said decisively with a resolute expression: "Thank you for the kindness of King Feng. As a cultivator, my first priority is cultivation. Besides, I am only eleven years old. These worldly things are really too early. Got it!"
After listening to Zhang Liucheng's words, Feng Wang did not have any more doubts.
He has a deep understanding of the complexity and unknowns of the road to immortality. This road is full of dangers and challenges that ordinary people cannot foresee.
He knew very well that worldly things were harmful to a monk's soul.
The Feng King looked at Zhang Liucheng's innocent face, which was filled with the vitality and vigor of young people.
Zhang Liucheng's figure has become as slender and strong as an adult, like a tall pine tree, full of upward power.
However, the Wind King quietly sighed in his heart: "This young man who seems to be an adult is actually only eleven years old. But his wisdom and strength have surpassed his age, and he has a deep understanding of the way to cultivate immortality. A unique understanding and insight that is rarely seen over the years.”
King Feng knew in his heart that given time, this young man would definitely achieve great achievements on the road to immortality.
So, the Wind King continued: "Since you have your own path, I will naturally not force you."
Zhang Liucheng couldn't help but feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart after listening to Feng Wang's words.
In this wind domain, he is just a new comer from a foreign race.
However, the Feng King treated him with such a courteous and courteous attitude, which made Zhang Liucheng feel a little flattered, but also deeply gratified and warm.
So, Zhang Liucheng nodded gently.
He deeply understands that in this world of immortality full of dangers and opportunities, some difficulties must be faced.
Zhang Liucheng deeply understood that only by constantly practicing and improving his strength can he have the opportunity to ascend to the God Realm and survive better in that field filled with powerful people.
The Feng King's eyes were fixed on Zhang Liucheng. He was immersed in deep thought. After a moment, he slowly said: "Little brother, as long as I can unify the wind domain, I will definitely form an alliance with your human race to jointly resist the demons. I, the Wind King, swear in the name of the Wind God that my promise will never change.”
Zhang Liucheng's heart was filled with ups and downs, and he couldn't help but tentatively asked the Wind King: "How can the Wind Territory be unified?"
