Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

"You!" Ouyang Feng's face turned pale and blue, and he felt extremely aggrieved and trembling with anger.

"Ancestor..."

The monks of Banshan Sect were furious. They didn't expect that their proud ancestor in the God Transformation Realm would have such low status in front of the monks of other Daozhou!

"What are you standing there for, you annoying thing? You don't think you have the qualifications to be on an equal footing with us, do you?"

An elder from a large sect who was in the God Transformation Realm spoke up, his tone full of contempt.

"The natives of Huangzhou really don't know the importance of the situation. Even if you have broken through the God Transformation Realm, you are still the lowest and most inferior person!"

A blue-clothed sword cultivator who was very famous in a certain Daozhou sneered sarcastically.

"Yes, yes, you don't know the rules at all!"

"Even if the cultivators from Huangzhou have broken through to the God Transformation Realm, they are still the lowest level. Do you really think you are a big shot?"

"Old man, get out of here quickly, don't embarrass yourself!"

The mocking voices came one after another, as if slapping Ouyang Feng's old face.

This time it's not just the Banshan Sect, the cultivators from Huangzhou gritted their teeth, clenched their fists tightly, and glared.

Because, the other party humiliated the entire Huangzhou cultivation world!

Ouyang Feng's face was extremely ugly, and he felt very angry in his heart. Didn't he deserve respect for being born in Huangzhou?

Even the foreign cultivators who were lower in realm than him dared to point at his nose and mock him!

Do you really think he has no temper? !

"My fellow Taoists, I was born and raised in Huangzhou. I was born and rooted in Huangzhou. It is true that the environment here is harsh, but the creatures here are not lowly!"

"After all, I am a cultivator in the God Transformation Realm. Why should I go down obediently and let you step on my head?"

Ouyang Feng's face turned red and his neck became thick, and he argued with reason.

"Old dog, are you looking for death?!"

One by one, the cultivators in the God Transformation Realm from external forces shouted angrily, trying to use their power to suppress others and force Ouyang Feng to admit defeat.

The huge murderous intent was like a wave, and Ouyang Feng felt cold all over his body and trembled in his heart.

"You, you..."

His hair was numb and his throat was swollen.

I have been practicing hard for many years before breaking through the God Transformation Realm. I can live a carefree life for tens of thousands of years. Why should there be an accident at this critical moment?

Hey, just admit defeat!

After thinking about it, Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth and went down in disgrace.

"Hahaha, the cultivators of Huangzhou are really afraid of death! Trash is trash!"

This scene made the foreign cultivators laugh, and their eyes were full of contempt.

Ouyang Feng's face was burning and painful, and he felt that he was living a cowardly life, but he could not give in to survive.

Suddenly.

Ouyang Feng's heart trembled.

At this time, the cultivators of Huangzhou below were silent, their faces full of despair, and those countless pairs of sad eyes pierced Ouyang Feng's chest like a sharp sword.

Especially the cultivators of Banshan Sect, seeing their ancestor so cowardly, felt that the sky had fallen, and all became soul-destroying.

Ouyang Feng felt so uncomfortable, as if there were millions of ants biting and stinging his heart. There was a voice in his brain that made his breathing gradually heavier.

"No!"

"I am the first person in the Wasteland State!"

"If even I think I am of low status, what future does this Wasteland State have?!"

"Even if I avoid the sharp edge this time and live in a cowardly way, I will still have a demon in my heart, and I would rather die than live!!"

Ouyang Feng's thoughts were clear, as if he had made up his mind. His eyes became particularly firm, and his anger exploded and swept his body. His blood was boiling like magma, burning all over his body.

He descended and suddenly stopped!

Then, he rose like a meteor! !

Under countless surprised gazes, Ouyang Feng's hair fluttered, his eyes shot out two beams of cold light, and he looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, like a tiger's roar and a dragon's roar, exciting blood.

"Cultivators of Huangzhou, why fear a battle!"

"Who doesn't obey, stand up for me!!!"

The majestic voice was full of determination, containing the meaning of facing death with indifference, and echoed above the vast sky.

Swish!

The high-pitched sound of the sword resounded through the world.

In Ouyang Feng's hand, there was an ancient heavy sword, the sword body was engraved with a pattern of continuous mountains, and it emitted a blazing yellow halo like a small sun.

At this time, he held the heavy sword in his hand and pointed it forward. The figures of the cultivators in the sky, his figure was so thin, lonely, but so dazzling!

"Ancestor!!"

The disciples of the Banshan Sect roared with red eyes.

"It has appeared. The strongest magic weapon of the Banshan Sect, the eighth-grade treasure, Kunshan Sword!" The Sect Master said excitedly with a proud face.

Kunshan Sword, nothing can be broken!

It is the Banshan Sect, a well-deserved magic weapon of the sect!

"Senior..." The hearts of the cultivators of the Desolate State were shocked. They did not expect that there would be a reversal later. Their originally dim eyes brightened again.

"Bold!"

"Arrogant!"

"Old man, you are looking for death!!"

The shouts came one after another, like a storm.

Many foreign cultivators were very angry and felt insulted. They were ready to attack and kill Ouyang Feng.

Facing the overwhelming and terrifying power, Ouyang Feng's back was straighter than ever before.

His eyes were shining, and there was a fearless belief between his eyebrows!

"Come and fight!"

Ouyang Feng shouted without hesitation.

"Let's go together and kill this old dog!" someone said angrily.

At this time, an arrogant voice sounded in the team, "Wait a minute!"

Open.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a purple gold crown and a dragon robe, sitting cross-legged on a gorgeous chariot with an arrogant attitude. There were several terrifying beasts pulling in front of the chariot, emitting a strong bloody aura, which was breathtaking.

"Zhennan Wang of Shuntian Dynasty in Wuzhou, a powerful late-stage spirit transformation."

A cultivator said with fear.

Zhennan Wang said playfully: "This old thing is just a cultivator from Huangzhou, and we have so many people dealing with him. If it gets out, people will laugh at us."

"How about this, I am willing to show my ugliness and suppress him with one hand."

Hearing this.

Everyone thought it made sense and chose to watch coldly.

"Old dog, let me show you how big the gap between you and us is!" Zhennan Wang sneered, raised his hand and reached out like lightning.

Boom!

The mighty magic power turned into a sky-lifting hand, and it slapped Ouyang Feng fiercely with might.

"Kill!"

Ouyang Feng shouted, swung Kunshan Sword and slashed out, the thick earth-yellow sword light shattered the void, and the momentum was surging.

Boom!

The explosion shook the earth.

After the smoke dissipated, Ouyang Feng stood firm with the heavy sword in his hand.

There was blood at the corner of his mouth.

"You actually blocked it?" The smile of the King of Zhennan disappeared, his eyes were devouring, and he flashed from the carriage and disappeared in front of Ouyang Feng in an instant, raising his palm high and bending it like a dragon claw.

The top magical power of the earth level, Kanglong claw!

Instantly.

The surging and terrifying pressure came.

Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth and swung out the Kunshan Sword to block it. The mana in his body was like a torrent, pouring out madly.

Clang! ! !

The sound of metal clashing shook the earth.

An old man fell down and fell to the ground with a bang. His hair was disheveled and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He held the Kunshan Sword and stood up with difficulty, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Humph, it's really a waste!" The King of Zhennan pretended to be relaxed, but he was actually very annoyed.

He relied on his high cultivation and made a full-strength attack, but he couldn't kill this person with one blow. It was really embarrassing.

"Come again!" Ouyang Feng shouted.

The opponent's strength was indeed very strong. If it weren't for the top-grade treasure to resist, I'm afraid his physical body would have been crushed to pieces just now.

"This old guy is something." Other cultivators in the God Transformation Realm said secretly.

The King of Zhennan laughed in anger. Dare to provoke?

Afterwards, he no longer held back, and used all kinds of magical powers one by one, killing Ouyang Feng!

Ouyang Feng adjusted his state, holding the Kunshan Sword and continued to fight.

The sword light reached the sky, like a bright sun.

As the ancestor of the Banshan Sect, he used his sword skills to the fullest, and then with the help of the magic weapon, he fought hard with the King of Zhennan.

Soon.

The King of Zhennan became more and more irritated, and he lost his mind, and a scar appeared on his chest, bleeding.

The King of Zhennan was completely angry, and he broke his promise on impulse, and directly raised his hand to summon the magic weapon, the ninth-grade treasure, the Hunyuan Hammer!

The Hunyuan Hammer smashed out like a meteorite, and the strong wind covered the earth. Many cultivators staggered and looked horrified.

Boom!

Kunshan Sword almost slipped out of his hand.

Ouyang Feng was shocked, and his blood and qi surged. He sneered, "What did you say before? It's really embarrassing!"

King Zhennan knew that he couldn't save face, and his eyes were full of ferocity. He growled, "Old man, I want you dead!!!"

After that, the Hunyuan Hammer was fierce and swept like a storm.

After continuous resistance, Ouyang Feng finally couldn't hold on. He was hit by a hammer and vomited blood. His body fell to the ground, raising dust all over the sky.

"If you ask me first, I can forgive you and spare your life!"

King Zhennan held the hammer in his hand, domineering.

He wanted to completely destroy Ouyang Feng's dignity and break the backbone of the monks in Huangzhou!

Ouyang Feng was covered in blood, lying on the ground with a weak breath like an old dog. Where was the carefree and ambitious look of the former God Lord?

But in the eyes of the cultivators of Huangzhou, he was the undisputed first God Lord!

"Senior... Enough..."

Everyone's eyes were red and choked.

"Ancestor!!"

The cultivators of Banshan Sect were heartbroken and cried loudly.