However, Zhang Liucheng did not flinch, but appeared fearless, with a firm light shining in his eyes.
Zhang Liucheng made a mistake and cleverly avoided the purple-robed old man's attack. Then he swung out a palm, and the powerful palm wind instantly knocked away the surrounding Wind Demon Sect disciples.
When the old man in purple robe saw this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He didn't expect that this young man had such strength and could dodge his attack.
But this did not make him retreat, but instead inspired him to fight.
The old man in purple robe sneered: "I never thought you still had some ability. But do you think you can compete with the Wind Demon Sect with these alone? Then let me measure how much strength you have."
Before he finished speaking, the purple-robed old man moved again, his two spears dancing like lightning, and stabbed Zhang Liucheng rapidly.
However, Zhang Liucheng cleverly avoided the purple-robed old man's attack with his agility.
"Double Lotus Spear Technique!"
The purple-robed old man's eyes flashed with cold light and he shouted in a low voice.
He tapped his toes, and his figure instantly became blurry. His two spears stabbed out like lightning, and two flawless white lotuses bloomed at the tips of the spears.
Each lotus exudes a powerful aura, as if it can tear the space apart.
"boom!"
Two white lotuses collided with Zhang Liucheng at an alarming speed.
The whole world seemed to stop at this moment, with only this loud sound echoing in the air.
"Boy, die!"
The purple-robed old man's eyes were as fierce as a knife, containing cold killing intent, as if he wanted to kill Zhang Liucheng in one fell swoop.
Zhang Liucheng looked at the purple-robed old man coldly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
In his heart, he sneered at this purple-robed old man who did not know his own abilities.
Zhang Liucheng's body was surrounded by an invisible spiritual shield. Attacks of this level were simply child's play to him.
However, the purple-robed old man's two spears stopped three feet in front of Zhang Liucheng.
Although he desperately activated his spiritual energy, his two spears seemed to be blocked by invisible force and could not move forward even a little bit.
"How can this be?!"
The old man in purple robe had a look of shock on his face, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
"A strong man in the Mahayana realm!"
The purple-robed old man exclaimed, the powerful man in this realm was beyond his imagination.
He wanted to turn around and escape, but it was too late.
Zhang Liucheng flashed and appeared in front of the purple-robed old man in an instant. He pushed lightly with both hands, and a powerful force instantly knocked the purple-robed old man away.
"boom!"
With a dull crash, the two guns in the purple-robed old man's hands hit the ground heavily, and at the same time, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.
A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the purple-robed old man.
Against the dusty background, Zhang Liucheng stared firmly ahead.
His target, the old man in purple robe, had fallen to the ground helplessly.
The purple-robed old man's face was pale, his breathing was weak, and his life seemed to be passing by little by little.
Zhang Liucheng did not show any mercy.
His eyes were cold and ruthless, like a frozen lake in the cold winter, without any warmth.
Zhang Liucheng walked towards the purple-robed old man step by step, leaving deep footprints on the ground with each step.
When Zhang Liucheng walked up to the purple-robed old man, he swung a powerful straight punch without hesitation.
At that moment, there seemed to be a strong sonic boom in the air, and the air flow surged with the punch.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the dust and blood in the air instantly filled the air.
The old man in purple robe suffered a heavy blow, and his body collapsed weakly on the ground, with bright red blood continuously spurting out from his mouth.
His eyes were full of fear and unwillingness, but he was unable to resist.
Zhang Liucheng did not stop, his movements were as fast as lightning, leaving no one with time to react.
Before the purple-robed old man even had time to say anything, Zhang Liucheng had already punched him hard in the abdomen.
This punch seemed to condense all Zhang Liucheng's strength. With endless power and impact, the purple-robed old man was knocked away again.
It was an irresistible force. The old man in purple robe was like a powerless bird, unable to control his own direction and could only let his body hit the ground hard.
At that moment, the entire ground shook and dust flew into the sky. Even the disciples of the Wind Demon Sect from a distance could feel the terrifying power of that blow.
The old man in purple robe lay on the ground, motionless, his eyes had lost their vitality, and that punch seemed to take away all his vitality.
The body of the old man in purple robe looked particularly lonely and desolate in the sun, like a deer shot by a hunter, lying on the ground helplessly, waiting for the end of life.
And Zhang Liucheng, like a cold killer, stood there, quietly watching the purple-robed old man's life passing by little by little.
There was no emotion in Zhang Liucheng's eyes, as if he was doing something ordinary.
This is his fighting style, cold, ruthless, and flawless.
At the moment when the purple-robed old man's light of life dimmed like an extinguished candle, a young man in green swooped towards the depths of the Wind Demon Sect with lightning speed.
The figure of the young man in green is as strong as a cheetah in the jungle, galloping in the wind, his speed is breathtaking.
In the blink of an eye, the young man in green had stopped in front of a majestic palace.
At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the palace.
He has ink-like black hair, falling gently on his white robe, like a calm landscape painting.
The middle-aged man's face is resolute, like a sculpture carved with a knife, three-dimensional and deep, exuding a cold aura.
His eyes were like a frozen lake in the cold winter, clear and cold, as if he could see through people's hearts.
The middle-aged man walked towards the young man in green clothes. He exuded an aura that made the young man in green clothes palpitate.
It was an aura as cold as a thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain, and an aura as deep as an endless abyss.
"Deputy Sect Master, enemy attack! The palace where the Sect Master lives was suddenly broken into by enemies. The situation is extremely critical, and..." The young man in green had a worried look on his face and spoke quickly.
The deputy leader of the Wind Demon Sect frowned, a trace of surprise and seriousness flashed in his eyes, "Go on, and what?"
The young man in green took a deep breath and said with some trembling, "Besides...the third elder of the outer sect has died."
When he heard these words, in the eyes of the deputy sect leader of the Wind Demon Sect, an endless killing intent surged like a violent wind, as if it was about to swallow up the entire world.
His facial muscles twisted, as if he had turned into a ferocious beast, revealing a cruel and bloodthirsty excitement.
The deputy leader of the Wind Demon Sect took a step forward, and the stone steps under his feet broke instantly, showing the powerful power contained in his body.
He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white from the exertion.
He roared angrily, "You dare to break into the territory of our Wind Demon Sect. I will never tolerate such bold behavior. I will personally take action to make this reckless guy pay a heavy price!"
The deputy leader of the Wind Demon Sect pondered for a moment, and then said hurriedly, "You immediately notify the other elders and quickly gather all the available forces of our sect. At the same time, let the guards continue to stick to their posts and never let the enemy have the slightest chance to escape. I am Just go check out the situation.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the deputy sect leader of the Wind Demon Sect flashed past like a gust of wind and instantly appeared above the palace where the sect leader lived.
At this time, his eyes happened to fall on the body of the third elder of the outer sect, and his face instantly became as cold as ice.
"A mere Mahayana monk dares to break into our Wind Demon Sect?"
The deputy leader of the Wind Demon Sect lowered his head and looked down at Zhang Liucheng, his tone cold and full of questions.
Although he felt a terrifying aura from the deputy leader of the Wind Demon Sect, Zhang Liucheng did not show any fear.
Zhang Liucheng looked directly at the deputy sect leader and asked coldly: "Are you the sect leader of the Wind Demon Sect?"
