"I didn't expect that the Wanxiang Sect would dare to show up. Aren't you afraid of being besieged by us?"
The Wind King looked at the Master of Wanxiang Church with cold eyes and said in a deep voice.
The master of Wanxiang Church did not show the slightest fear when faced with the Wind King's questioning.
He smiled calmly and said, "Of course we are afraid, but in the world of immortality, strength is king, and only strength can decide everything."
After hearing this, King Feng frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "You, the Wanxiang Cult, hurt innocent people, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"
After hearing what King Feng said, the leader of Wanxiang Church raised a sneer on his lips and replied disdainfully: "King Feng, stop talking nonsense. If you have the ability, fight me. Let me see what you are capable of."
Before he finished speaking, the master of Wanxiang Church gently waved his sleeves.
With this wave, hundreds of monks appeared in front of him instantly.
These monks exude a strange aura, and their cultivation levels have all reached the Mahayana realm.
"kill!"
Zhang Liucheng saw this and reacted quickly.
He waved his hand violently, and Xiaoqiang and the others behind him were like tigers descending a mountain, rushing towards the monks of Wanxiang Sect without fear.
"If you long for death so much, then I will grant your wish!"
The master of Wanxiang Church tilted his lips and let out a cold laugh.
His body was as steady as a mountain, and he had not moved even a step. However, his sleeves flickered, as if containing some mysterious power.
In an instant, hundreds of monks flew out of his sleeves and appeared in front of everyone like phantoms.
Although the cultivation of these monks only stayed at the gathering level, their large number formed a tight encirclement, surrounding Xiaoqiang and everyone.
The sight in front of Zhang Liucheng made his face gradually darken.
He originally thought that the Wanxiang Sect was just a small sect, but the many powerful members of the Wanxiang Sect in front of him made him realize the seriousness of the matter.
City Lord Xu couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart. He knew that he was in a desperate situation.
Facing so many powerful men from the Wanxiang Sect, he understood that his way of escape was slim.
However, Xiaoqiang and others were surrounded in the middle. Facing so many powerful men from Wanxiang Sect, they did not panic.
They glanced at each other, then each took a talisman from the storage ring and silently recited the spell on their lips.
As the mantra was recited, the spiritual talisman instantly burned and turned into bright rays of light, like meteors piercing the night sky and shooting directly at the monks of Wanxiang Sect.
Xiaoqiang and the others did not stop. They cooperated in a tacit understanding and each exerted their own expertise.
Among them, some monks are good at close combat. They hold sharp weapons and rush towards the enemy without fear.
Other monks are good at long-range attacks. They use various magic weapons to release powerful spells at the enemy.
Seeing this scene, the face of the master of Wanxiang Church suddenly changed.
He never expected that Xiaoqiang and the others would use magic talismans to launch attacks, which was completely beyond his expectation.
The owner of the Wanxiang Church immediately cast his own spell, trying to block the light of these talismans.
However, these rays of light were extremely intense, like blazing flames, burning his spells fiercely.
The owner of Wanxiang Church felt suffocated, as if he was surrounded by flames and couldn't breathe.
In the end, his spell instantly collapsed under the impact of light.
"Hahaha!"
Xiaoqiang laughed loudly, his provocative eyes like sharp knives, pointed directly at the strong man of Wanxiang Sect.
He took one step forward, with a look of disdain on his face, and mocked: "Strong men of Wanxiang Sect, aren't you very powerful? Then come and give it a try and see who can withstand a blow in front of me! I want to see Look, is it your heads that are tough, or my Red Flame Gravity Hammer that is more powerful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoqiang's figure cut through the air like a bolt of lightning, quickly approaching the powerful men of Wanxiang Sect.
The red flame gravity hammer in his hand was like a burning star, emitting blazing light.
Xiaoqiang instantly locked onto a Mahayana realm expert from the Wanxiang Sect, and suddenly swung the Red Flame Gravity Hammer, like a thunder strike, smashing the strong man's body across the air like a parabola.
The powerful man in the Mahayana realm let out a shrill scream, and then hit the ground hard with a dull sound.
The surrounding air seemed to be shaken by the hammer, and an invisible wave of air spread around.
Several powerful Gathering Realm experts from the Wanxiang Sect felt the power of the hammer at the same time, and all retreated in horror.
Xiaoqiang's figure approached the strong man of Wanxiang Sect like lightning, and the red flame gravity hammer in his hand hit the strong man of Wanxiang Sect like a violent storm.
Several Wanxiang Sect's Convergence Realm experts were hit by this hammer. Their bodies flew through the air like a parabola and hit the ground hard, making a dull sound.
The power of this blow was frightening, and it also made the leader of Wanxiang Sect realize that Xiaoqiang's strength should not be underestimated.
The owner of Wanxiang Church became anxious and immediately cast spells in an attempt to attack Xiaoqiang.
However, Zhang Liucheng did not give him this opportunity.
His figure moved instantly and appeared in front of the Lord of Wanxiang Church like lightning.
Zhang Liucheng sneered and said, "Old guy, your opponent is me."
Then he threw a powerful punch, like a thunder blow.
This punch seemed ordinary, without any sharp momentum, nor did it cause any huge noise.
It looks like a normal, casual arm movement.
However, when Zhang Liucheng threw this punch, many Fengyao Sect disciples behind the master of Wanxiang Church suddenly experienced shocking changes.
They exploded to death one by one, as if they were torn apart instantly by a powerful force.
As their bodies shattered and blood splattered, the entire sky seemed to be dyed into a sea of blood.
Bright red blood rained down, making everything around him blurry.
The originally peaceful scene suddenly became tragic and terrifying.
Those disciples of the Wind Demon Sect were once powerful beings, but at this moment, they became so fragile and vulnerable.
However, in this disaster, the master of Wanxiang Church stood there unharmed, as if nothing had happened.
His body protective mask was intact, he did not suffer any damage, and his body was not damaged at all.
It can be seen from this that the strength of the Lord of the Wanxiang Church is unfathomable, like a deep ocean, and its details cannot be seen.
The Master of Wanxiang Church, seeing the tragic deaths of the Wind Demon Sect disciples, felt the grief and anger in his heart surge like a violent wave and could hardly be suppressed.
His face was livid, like a sky covered with dark clouds, and his eyes were spitting fire, like two blazing meteors.
The master of Wanxiang Church was like lightning and rushed towards Zhang Liucheng in an instant. His fierce momentum seemed to tear the entire world apart.
His voice was deafening, and every word and every sentence was filled with endless resentment and murderous intent: "Boy, welcome your death. Being able to die in the hands of a strong man like me is considered an honor for you in this life. In this wind domain Among them, you are the first one who can let a strong man like me fight."
The strength of the Lord of the Wanxiang Church is indeed unfathomable. His anger is like a violent storm, majestic and frightening.
However, the Zhang Liucheng he faced was even more powerful and was simply not something he could fight against.
Zhang Liucheng's eyes were as deep as the sea. Facing the anger of the leader of Wanxiang Church, he just smiled indifferently, as if everything was under his control.
Zhang Liucheng's body swayed, and he jumped into the air like wind and lightning. He smiled and said to the leader of Wanxiang Church: "Old guy, this is not a battlefield. If you want to compete, come with me."
Zhang Liucheng knew in his heart that the strength of the leader of Wanxiang Church was unfathomable, and if a battle broke out here, innocent people might be affected.
Therefore, he must find a safe place to avoid causing harm to those around him.
"Okay, whatever you want! I want to see what you little guy is capable of!"
The words of the Master of Wanxiang Church were like a heavy hammer, and his figure shot out like lightning, piercing the tranquil sky, following Zhang Liucheng, inseparable.
When Zhang Liucheng turned to leave, he sent a message to King Fenghu, asking King Fenghu to lead the monks of the Wind Clan to completely eliminate the people of Fengyao Sect as soon as possible, but he must ensure that the leader of Fengyao Sect is not harmed in any way.
