Zhang Liucheng rolled in the air, his heart full of panic and helplessness.
He tried to struggle, but the strong air flow made him like a trapped bird, unable to move.
Zhang Liucheng felt that his body was being torn apart, as if the air flow had huge power and was going to tear him apart.
His vision began to blur, and his heartbeat echoed in his ears, roaring like thunder.
Just when Zhang Liucheng was about to fall into coma, he suddenly felt a surge of power spurting out of his body.
It was a mysterious and powerful force, and Zhang Liucheng felt both strange and familiar with it. The strange thing was that he had never had such an experience, and the familiar thing was that he understood that this power might be his only chance to escape this disaster.
Zhang Liucheng abandoned all distracting thoughts and concentrated all his remaining strength to contend with this mysterious force.
He kept struggling, trying to maximize this power, like a drowning man grasping for the last straw.
Driven by strength, Zhang Liucheng's muscles were constantly trembling, as if he was trying to break free from some invisible restraint.
In the end, that force, like a flood that was ready to go off, found an outlet and exploded instantly.
A bright light burst out from Zhang Liucheng's body, like a star shining in the night sky, lighting up the world around him.
Feng Xiangzi's palm seemed insignificant in the light.
Zhang Liucheng used all his strength to rush towards Feng Xiangzi.
"Bang!"
Feng Xiangzi fell down in the dazzling light, his body rolled several times in the air, and finally fell on the top of the mountain in the distance.
Feng Xiangzi held the wound on his chest tightly with one hand, blood gurgling from between his fingers. He looked up at Zhang Liucheng, a look of shock flashed across his face.
Zhang Liucheng stared at Feng Xiangzi lying on the top of the mountain in the distance, with mixed feelings in his heart, including a trace of pleasure and deep uneasiness.
He clenched his hands into fists and said silently in his mind: "This blow is the price you pay for your actions, Feng Xiangzi."
Feng Xiangzi coughed and covered his chest with his hands, blood staining his palms.
His face was as pale as snow, and his voice was weak, as if he might collapse at any time.
He stared at Zhang Liucheng in front of him, with tired and doubtful eyes, and asked slowly: "Boy... have you really decided to become my enemy?"
Zhang Liucheng took a deep breath and said with a slightly threatening tone: "Old guy, your situation at the moment is like a candle in the wind. As long as you can see the situation clearly and hand over your position as the leader of the Wind Spear Sect, I may Consider showing mercy and giving you a way out. Otherwise..."
Feng Xiangzi smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "Boy, are you too naive? Even if I am injured, I am not ready to give up my position as the sect leader to you."
Zhang Liucheng's eyes were bright, he locked Feng Xiangzi's gaze deeply, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, don't blame me for being rude!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Liucheng suddenly launched an attack like a beast.
His entire body was like lightning, rushing towards Feng Xiangzi at an astonishing speed.
When Feng Xiangzi saw this, his expression changed drastically, he reacted quickly and stepped back.
However, Zhang Liucheng's offensive was as fierce as a violent storm, and the wind-like fist shadows echoed in the air, making Feng Xiangzi unable to fight back.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed in the air, as if shaking the entire valley.
Feng Xiangzi's body drew traces on the mountain peak. Those traces seemed to be his pain and struggle, deeply carved on the hard rock.
His face became paler and paler, like a leaf that was about to wither and lose its vitality.
Feng Xiangzi's body began to tremble, and every punch seemed to leave deep wounds on his body, causing his life force to gradually drain away.
"Boy, how dare you..."
Before Feng Xiangzi finished speaking, Zhang Liucheng punched him hard in the abdomen.
Feng Xiangzi said "Wow" and a mouthful of blood spurted out, as if he wanted to spit out all his internal organs.
Feng Xiangzi flew out quickly like a meteor, pierced the air, and fell heavily in the distance.
"Cough cough cough..."
Feng Xiangzi coughed in a low voice, and every cough was like an awl, slitting his throat and causing blood to spurt out of his mouth.
His body was like a dead tree that had been in drought for a long time and could no longer bear any more torture. However, his eyes were like sharpened steel, tenacious and unyielding.
"I won't... won't let you succeed..." Feng Xiangzi said with difficulty.
He raised his hand, and powerful air currents began to swirl in the air, forming a huge tornado.
The tornado gathered in his palm, spinning continuously, gradually becoming more and more powerful.
Then, Feng Xiangzi pushed hard, and a powerful tornado roared and swept towards Zhang Liucheng.
The wind roared, the air currents rolled, and the whole world seemed to be shaken by this powerful force.
"Huh, old guy, how many more tricks do you have?"
Zhang Liucheng sneered, and nimbly dodged the ferocious attack of the tornado.
Then, he jumped up like an eagle spreading its wings, and kicked Feng Xiangzi's chest accurately with a heavy kick.
"boom!"
There was a dull crash, and Feng Xiangzi's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit hard against the hard stone wall of the mountain peak.
"Cough cough cough..."
Feng Xiangzi spat out a mouthful of hot blood in pain again, as if the anguish and struggle in his heart were silently shouting.
Sweat poured down from the top of his head like a waterfall, and the beads of sweat were like his heart, which was shaking violently. His face, as pale as paper, reflected an indescribable exhaustion.
Feng Xiangzi's limbs seemed to be no longer under his control, shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, unable to stop.
From his ears, nostrils, and corners of his mouth, life's blood seeped out drop by drop like flowers damaged by wind and rain.
Feng Xiangzi's eyes were locked tightly on Zhang Liucheng's body. It was a kind of angry flame, and it was a kind of helpless sadness.
"I can not be reconciled..."
Feng Xiangzi roared hoarsely, but his breath was getting weaker and weaker.
His body had reached its limit and could no longer effectively resist Zhang Liucheng's attack.
Zhang Liucheng walked calmly to Feng Xiangzi's side, his eyes as cold as ice, "The position of sect leader belongs to me. You still lost after all."
Feng Xiangzi seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, his eyes widened in shock, unable to believe the result.
He tried his best to hold up his tired body, but he was unable to do so.
The brilliance of life gradually dimmed in the convulsions, and then became lifeless like an extinguished candle.
On the top of the mountain, there was silence, only Feng Xiangzi's unfulfilled resentment echoed in the air.
Zhang Liucheng stared at Feng Xiangzi's body without any sympathy or pity in his heart.
At this moment, a figure suddenly flew from the distant skyline, causing Zhang Liucheng to feel a strong shock.
Zhang Liucheng couldn't help but be shocked. After the fierce battle before, he had exhausted all his strength, like a dry land with no water left to extract.
His body and mind were exhausted to the extreme.
Faced with this situation, if there was another powerful opponent, he really didn't know if he could withstand it.
The figure got closer and closer, gradually revealing its true shape and outline.
In Zhang Liucheng's sight, the visitor gradually appeared, dressed in black robe, like a ghost in the wind. He was Feng Xiangzi.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Liucheng was horrified and stared at Feng Xiangzi's body as if he had seen a ghost.
His eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if they were about to roll down from their sockets.
Zhang Liucheng's hands were clenched into fists, veins popped out, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Zhang Liucheng once again stared at Feng Xiangzi in front of him. This being who had just ended his life with his own hands was now standing in front of him alive again.
The face he knew so well was still the same, but the coldness and cunning in his eyes had increased a few points.
This shocked Zhang Liucheng, and at the same time made him feel deep fear.
