The white-haired old man shouted in a strong voice: "Shoot the sun with the wind gun!"
This is the top skill practiced by the white-haired old man - the wind gun shooting sun skill.
A powerful storm raged violently in front of the white-haired old man, like a giant dragon dancing wildly.
The storm condensed into a black spear that was 100 meters long. Its powerful and sharp momentum seemed to be able to cut through everything.
This huge black spear rushed towards the two-color ball without hesitation, like a huge arrow, piercing the target.
"Boom!"
The black spear and the two-color ball collided in the air, creating a deafening sound.
The powerful impact spread to all directions, kicking up sand and dust on the ground, blurring the entire battlefield.
Although Zhang Liucheng and the white-haired old man were far apart, they were shaken by this force and involuntarily took a few steps back.
Dust slowly fell in the air, and the eyes of both parties met again.
Zhang Liucheng's face was as cold as stone, showing no emotion, but the white-haired old man showed a bit of embarrassment, with a trace of blood faintly visible at the corner of his mouth.
"I never expected that you would be so powerful and be able to withstand my strongest attack." The white-haired old man gently wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and said coldly.
Zhang Liucheng responded silently, looking directly at the white-haired old man with cold eyes.
However, Zhang Liucheng's heart was in turmoil.
He never expected that the strength of this white-haired old man was much higher than he expected.
"It seems like it's going to be a bit difficult to deal with you today!"
The white-haired old man stared at Zhang Liucheng, his eyes flashing coldly, revealing a hidden murderous intention.
The old man suddenly turned around and galloped away into the distance at a staggering speed.
Zhang Liucheng reacted quickly and chased after him like lightning.
He understood that this old man was anything but ordinary and could not let the tiger go back to the mountains no matter what.
Both of them were very fast, chasing each other one after another.
Zhang Liucheng tried his best, but the opponent was as slippery as a loach and could never be caught.
They shuttled through the mountains and forests, jumped over streams and climbed cliffs.
On the way, Zhang Liucheng fought against the white-haired old man several times, but he escaped each time.
Although the old man is old, his skills are not inferior at all, and he seems to have unlimited energy.
Zhang Liucheng was anxious. He knew that continuing this chase was not an option.
He was looking for an opportunity, ready to subdue the old man in one fell swoop.
Finally, after a fight, the white-haired old man stagnated and seemed a little tired.
Zhang Liucheng seized this opportunity, accelerated instantly, and hit the white-haired old man hard on the back with his palm.
A huge impact came from behind. The white-haired old man's body was like a meteor about to fall. He suddenly fell forward and fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.
Zhang Liucheng stood aside, his hands quietly intertwined, as if weaving an invisible bondage.
Following Zhang Liucheng's movements, a powerful force surged out of his hands and wrapped around the white-haired old man's body like a giant dragon.
The strength of this power made all the resistance of the white-haired old man futile.
Zhang Liucheng finally breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the restrained old man.
He understood that this time he could finally succeed in taking down the old man.
Zhang Liucheng took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Old man, do you know your guilt?"
The white-haired old man just sneered and did not answer Zhang Liucheng's question.
Zhang Liucheng frowned, knowing in his heart that this white-haired old man would not speak easily.
He said in a deep voice: "You know, your behavior of occupying other people's mansions without authorization has constituted a great crime. What is even more heinous is that you also brutally killed many innocent people. You must Pay the price for your actions.”
The white-haired old man still maintained a sneer, but a hint of uneasiness could be detected in his eyes.
Zhang Liucheng then said: "You killed innocent people without any scruples. You have committed many evil deeds and deserved to die!"
The white-haired old man's face suddenly turned pale.
He stared at Zhang Liucheng in front of him, his heart filled with fear.
The white-haired old man finally spoke, his voice trembling and uneasy, "You want to kill me?"
"Yes."
Zhang Liucheng glanced at the white-haired old man coldly, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, "People like you don't deserve to live in this world."
When the white-haired old man heard this answer, his face became even paler.
He looked at Zhang Liucheng in horror, as if he was seeing the God of Death.
"You can't kill me," the white-haired old man's voice became urgent. "If you really kill me, then you will definitely not be able to survive."
Zhang Liucheng didn't answer him, but punched the white-haired old man in the chest.
This punch carried endless power, as if Zhang Liucheng's whole body strength had been gathered together, like a tiger descending from the mountain, violent and powerful.
This punch contains not only power, but also his determination and belief.
Zhang Liucheng wanted to eliminate this sinful old man because he knew that this old man was a cancer for the Wind Clan.
With this punch, he will eradicate a scourge from this world.
"I can not be reconciled..."
There was a trace of unspeakable fear in the eyes of the white-haired old man, but he could not move and could only watch helplessly as his fate was decided by this punch.
"boom!"
There was a dull impact sound, and the body of the white-haired old man was like a meteor. He was instantly hit and flew through a beautiful arc. Finally, he slammed into the rocks of a distant mountain peak, raising a cloud of dust.
Zhang Liucheng stood aside, looking at everything in front of him with deep and calm eyes.
He knew in his heart that the old man had paid the price for his crimes.
Zhang Liucheng took a deep breath. It was a kind of tranquility and satisfaction that he had never experienced before, and he felt that the depths of his soul were released.
He finally sought justice and revenge for those innocent people.
Suddenly, Zhang Liucheng flashed like lightning and appeared unexpectedly in front of the white-haired old man.
He moved his palms, and a powerful force like a torrent poured in from the white-haired old man's forehead.
This force was so strong that the soul of the white-haired old man could not escape at all, and it disappeared in an instant, leaving only a lifeless and cold corpse.
Zhang Liucheng pocketed the white-haired old man's storage ring without hesitation.
Then, Zhang Liucheng jumped up, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, flashing in front of Feng Yue.
At this time, the entire mansion was suddenly enveloped in miserable wails and fierce fighting sounds, as if a nightmare scene had descended.
The sound came from all directions, making it impossible to distinguish the specific location, making the entire mansion filled with a strange and terrifying atmosphere.
The wind did not stop. The usually calm and calm Feng Clan monk saw Zhang Liucheng turn around to chase the mysterious white-haired old man, but he saw his brother Feng Bubu lying on the lawn, suffering irreparable injuries. His rage was instantly ignited, and he slaughtered the entire mansion.
Feng Bujie had fallen into crazy anger and sadness. His eyes were bloodshot, which was the anger and pain burning deep in his heart.
Every time he swung the knife, there was a scream, and an innocent life disappeared under his knife.
His heart was filled with endless grief and anger, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and pain.
Inside the mansion, corpses were everywhere and blood was everywhere.
Zhang Liucheng stood aside and could only watch this crazy massacre.
Zhang Liucheng knew that he could no longer stop all this and could only watch helplessly as Feng continued to struggle in anger and pain.
This is an irreparable tragedy, a tragedy in which the anger and sadness in Feng Bu stop's heart are released.
