After saying that, Zhang Liucheng suddenly rose up, like a tiger descending from the mountain, fast and fierce.
Zhang Liucheng stretched out his big hands like iron pliers and instantly locked the throats of the two monks. With a twist, their necks were as fragile as porcelain and broke with a snap.
Then, Zhang Liucheng punched continuously like a tiger, each punch was accompanied by the roar of the wind. Before several monks had time to react, they were killed by Zhang Liucheng and fell to the ground.
The screams of these people echoed throughout the garden, frightening everyone.
Zhang Liucheng was ruthless and merciless. He completely ignored the monks' pain and pleading and acted viciously.
Although Feng Jinlong and his dozens of monks tried their best to resist, they still could not stop Zhang Liucheng's fierce attack.
They fell to the ground one by one, their bodies suffered severe injuries, and their life breath disappeared.
What's even more cruel is that Zhang Liucheng not only destroyed their Nascent Souls in one fell swoop, but also wiped out their souls, making them completely disappear from this world.
At this moment, an old man with white hair wearing a black robe suddenly descended from the sky, walking like a wind.
The aura around him was powerful and deep, as if it could shake the world and make people dare not look at him.
The white-haired old man fell in front of Zhang Liucheng like snowflakes.
His eyes were as deep as a lake, revealing a hint of shock and anger.
He was unexpectedly surprised by the young man's power. The strong light was as bright as the stars, beyond his expectation.
The white-haired old man's anger stemmed from the fact that this young man killed Feng Jinlong with a thunderous force, the disciple he regarded as his own child and taught with his own hands.
The fall of Feng Jinlong was like a heavy hammer, nailing the white-haired old man's heart firmly to the anvil of sorrow.
It was a kind of visceral pain caused by the death of a loved one, and it was the lingering deep attachment of a mentor to his disciple.
His voice was cold and hoarse, revealing deep doubts and anger, as he asked the young man in front of him: "Boy, who are you?"
However, Zhang Liucheng seemed indifferent to the question from the white-haired old man.
Zhang Liucheng smiled contemptuously, seeming to have great confidence in his own strength.
Zhang Liucheng responded provocatively: "If you want to know who I am, as long as you can defeat me, I will tell you of course!"
The white-haired old man raised the corners of his mouth, showing a sly smile, and said: "In that case, let you see my true strength!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man suddenly stretched out his big hand, grabbed the empty space, and grabbed a black spear.
This spear seemed to possess great power, changing the surrounding aura and giving people a sense of oppression.
The strength of the white-haired old man was fully exposed, and he was obviously a strong man at the peak of the Mahayana realm.
The white-haired old man suddenly shook the black spear in his hand, and the gun body trembled violently.
The trembling power was so terrifying that the surrounding air seemed to be shaken apart.
The white-haired old man had firm eyes and controlled the trembling of the spear with amazing power.
Then, the spear in the white-haired old man's hand pierced out like a black lightning bolt, so fast that no one could see clearly.
At the same time, where the tip of the gun pointed, the air instantly became thinner, forming a small air explosion.
Zhang Liucheng, standing opposite the white-haired old man, showed no fear. He clenched his left fist tightly and gathered the spiritual energy in his body here.
Zhang Liucheng's body was as hard as iron and stone. When he punched out, his power surged out like a frenzy, as if he could easily penetrate mountains and rivers.
The power of this blow forced the white-haired old man to take a few steps back.
Although the white-haired old man was greatly shocked in his heart, he did not show it on his face.
He stared at Zhang Liucheng calmly, with a faint smile in his eyes full of traces of time.
Then, the white-haired old man slowly opened his slightly older tone, with obvious admiration in his tone, and said: "Young man, your strength is extraordinary, quite outstanding."
Zhang Liucheng responded with a smile and his voice was deep and powerful. He said, "You're not bad either, old man."
The spear in the hand of the white-haired old man streaked through the air like a dragon, with cold light flashing and a rainbow-like momentum.
As the spear was swung, it seemed as if even the air was split, and an invisible force rushed towards his face.
However, Zhang Liucheng did not back down.
His body was tense, like a leopard about to pounce, and he was fully focused on facing the coming attack.
The spiritual energy in Zhang Liucheng's body poured into his fist like a spring. It was a source of power, a powerful force that could destroy everything.
"boom!"
The iron fist wielded by Zhang Liucheng collided violently with the white-haired old man's trembling spear tip, creating a thrilling force.
Just like huge rocks hitting the mountain wall, it is shocking and spectacular, and it is like a strong wind sweeping through the sea, setting off huge waves.
Zhang Liucheng instantly knocked the black spear out of the white-haired old man's hand. The spear flew through the air like a meteor, and then fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.
But this was not the end, Zhang Liucheng continued to move forward with the force of breaking the bamboo, his iron fist galloped like thunder, and hit the old man's chest heavily.
The power surged out like a flash flood, like thousands of horses galloping, instantly knocking the old man away.
The body of the white-haired old man was like a floating leaf, lightly drawing a graceful arc in the air.
The arc was short and poignant, as if telling the old man's powerlessness and pain at this moment.
Then, the body of the white-haired old man hit the ground in the distance like a meteorite, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
The white-haired old man had just landed when a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth.
His body was shaking as if he was in great pain.
The white-haired old man looked up at Zhang Liucheng, his eyes flashing with anger and hatred.
His eyes turned blood red, like a wounded beast, fierce and violent.
The white-haired old man concentrated his mind, and with a thought, the black spear returned to his hand instantly.
The white-haired old man forced out a mouthful of blood essence, which burned in the void, emitting terrifying power.
This is a strong and evil force that makes people feel heart palpitated and frightened.
The white-haired old man injected this power into the black spear. The spear instantly became blacker and brighter, as if it had been injected with a powerful energy.
"Go to hell!"
The white-haired old man held the black spear tightly and rushed towards Zhang Liucheng.
The black spear in his hand was like a meteor in the night sky, piercing the air and reaching Zhang Liucheng's chest.
With this shot, he put all his strength into it, integrating all his strength and will into it, forming an unstoppable force.
As the spear was swung, a powerful energy wave spread instantly, and hundreds of black dragons roared out of the black spear, circling and flying around Zhang Liucheng.
These black dragons were like ghosts in the dark night, rolling and roaring in the void, forming an unbreakable blockade.
The white-haired old man burned his own essence and blood. At this moment, he held nothing back, just to kill with one strike.
However, Zhang Liucheng was not intimidated by this powerful force.
He quickly stretched out his palm, and the broken treasure kitchen knife flashed in his hand.
Zhang Liucheng held the Pobao kitchen knife tightly. Every time he swung it, it was like a sharp blade cutting through the void, bringing out bright rays of light.
These sword lights were like meteors streaking across the night sky. Wherever they went, the surrounding black dragons were chopped into pieces and turned into black mist, spreading like the shadow of death.
The white-haired old man stared at Zhang Liucheng with cold eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Boy, you do have some abilities, but do you think you can stop me like this?"
Zhang Liucheng sneered, his eyes were like knives, full of contempt and boredom for the world.
His tone was slow and firm, like the cold wind in winter, biting and sharp, "I may not be a strong person, but taking your life is as easy as picking something out of a bag."
