Chapter 160 Your father is dead!
"A son avenges his father. Why are you looking for me? I didn't kill your father!"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help but curse when he heard the fish-dragon perched in the clouds making an impassioned speech, acting like a filial son.
"I am no match for him. Seeking revenge on him would only lead to my own death. But God has given me a chance to make my enemy feel the same pain of losing a relative as I did. I will never let it go!"
The dragon's pupils, as big as lanterns, stared at Feng Qing'an, with undisguised murderous intent in its eyes. Obviously, this fish dragon transferred the hatred of its father's murder to Feng Qing'an.
In this regard, Feng Qing'an could only respond with his sword, but he also realized at this moment that the problem was quite serious.
The father of the fish dragon in front of him was killed by his eldest brother. Judging from the appearance of this guy, you can tell that the red dragon is somewhat averse to meat, otherwise it would not have given birth to such a thing.
In this case, how many descendants does this red dragon have? This is a difficult question to answer. Even if the red dragon himself were to answer it, it would probably be difficult for him to explain it clearly.
However, this does not mean that Feng Qing'an and his elder brother will face countless revenges from the descendants of the dragon. Even if you use your toes to think about it, you can tell that filial sons and grandsons like those in front of them are only a minority after all, and the vast majority must be heroes who are extremely aware of the times.
But his elder brother didn't just kill the Red Dragon. The Red Dragon was just one of the many dead souls killed by his elder brother's sword. Of those powerful beings killed by his elder brother, how many were lonely people, relatives, old friends, etc. What if someone was crazy and wanted to take revenge ? With this face, wouldn't he be able to attract a lot of hatred?
There may be many people with strange thinking like Bailang Jiangshuijun. If he can't beat his eldest brother, he can't beat you, his second brother? You made me lose my relatives and friends, and I will make you lose your blood relatives!
Damn!
"Master Feng, can you tell me what your relationship is with the one who killed my father, so that I can kill him first?"
Even if there was a mountain god blocking his way, Bailang Jiangshuijun was not afraid at all. He stared at Feng Qingan with eyes that were crazy but also full of pleasure, with an inquiring look. He could only determine from this face that this Young Master Feng had a close relationship with the enemy who murdered his father.
"The one who killed the Dragon King of Cangjiang is my brother!"
In this situation, there is nothing Feng Qingan dare not admit.
"It turns out that they are the brothers of the enemy who killed my father!"
Upon hearing Feng Qing'an's identity, Shui Jun Hongxi burst into laughter, his joy beyond words.
Although he had already guessed it, he was still extremely excited when he heard it now. He even found it hard to believe that such a good opportunity for revenge would suddenly appear before him.
When he first saw Feng Qing'an, he was a little too excited, and even particularly worried, because like other big monsters, he also could not see through this young man who looked so similar to his enemy, and could not figure out his strength, so naturally he did not dare to act rashly.
However, after talking with other great monsters and spying on the strength of the spirit beast following Feng Qing'an, he became eager to try, so he spared no effort and spent a mirage pearl to transform into his own appearance, and then ordered his subordinates to test Feng Qing'an.
When Feng Qing'an drew his sword and slashed, although he even felt a hint of threat from the fierce sword energy, it also exposed the strength of this young man. He could only compete with the big monsters, but to him, it was nothing at all, because he was the Monster King!
"Hongxi, don't make the mistake!"
The goddess riding on the red leopard angrily scolded the fish dragon, and a rattan whip flashing with green light appeared in her hand.
"Don't make the mistake, Nu Luo. I've given you enough face. This is not your Wuling Mountain. What right do you have to stop me? What's your relationship with this kid? Is he your mistress? It's only been a few days, and you've already made peace with this human race? How can a dignified god be so dissolute!"
Hongxi mocked Nuluo loudly. Now he had given up everything, not even the position of Water God. Naturally, he didn't need to worry about the mountain god.
The Dragon Clan's Water Gods are different from the mountain gods and earth gods. Most of their strength comes from the dragon bloodline, and the authority of rivers is only used to nourish the dragon blood. Even if they are separated from the rivers and lakes, their power will decline, but there is a limit to it.
This was why Hong Xi dared to make the decision to take revenge and abandon the power of the Water God after just a few days of consideration. Although his strength would decline after losing his position as a god, most of his strength would still be retained. With the power of the demon king, in the vast world, where could he not go?
"How dare you! Don't say there is nothing between Feng Qing'an and me. Even if I were to marry him, how dare you, a dragon bastard, mock me?"
Although Nu Luo is innocent and romantic like a young girl, she is not a real girl. When she is angry, the majesty of a god emerges.
In just a blink of an eye, the red leopard with smooth curves became as tall as the mountain, and the goddess riding on the red leopard's back also transformed into a divine being hundreds of feet tall. The shadows of continuous mountains appeared behind her, and the sharp mountain wind whistled in, strangling everything like thousands of swords.
"Bitch!"
The word "bastard" deeply hurt Hong Xi. He was proud of his dragon bloodline, but he hated the other part of the blood in his body.
He liked to hear others flatter him as the Dragon King. Even if they used frivolous words to call him a dragon seed, he would not mind. However, he could not tolerate the term "bastard".
"This is not your Wuling Mountain, get out of here!"
Bean-sized raindrops poured down from the dark clouds where fish and dragons were entwined. White lightning shaped like tree branches struck the goddess as the rain fell. As the lightning arcs flashed, the hazy divine light emanating from the goddess also dimmed.
"Bastard!"
Nvluo controlled the mountain wind and resisted the clouds and rain, bearing the bombardment of white thunder. However, at the same time when the thunder fell, the green vine whip in her hand spread out three hundred feet, bringing with it the strong wind. It was like an invisible heavenly sword, briefly splitting the dark clouds, revealing the surging fish and dragons in it, and fiercely whipping them.
Snapped!
Along with a suppressed scream, broken red scales fell from the gathering dark clouds along with red mist, and even dyed some of the rain red.
"Move back!"
When the two gods were fighting, the aftermath of the collision of magic and supernatural powers formed fierce winds in the surroundings, and even scraped deep grooves on the ground. Even the earth and rocks were not much stronger than tofu in front of these aftermath and were easily worn away and shattered.
The dark clouds that were originally confined to a corner by Hong Xi were now spreading uncontrollably in the sky. He no longer had much energy to restrain the power.
Although he was called a bastard, the strength of his dragon bloodline was unquestionable. If he did not restrain himself, his mere existence would naturally gather the moisture in the heaven and earth, and then bring about violent storms.
The sky was getting darker at a speed visible to the naked eye. The light from the sun was completely obscured by the dark clouds. Everything Feng Qingan could see became dim and dark, and around him there were increasingly violent winds and rapid rain.
This is God!
Even though they are two gods who look very weak and definitely not strong, their every move, every breath, and just the aftermath of the battle can cause changes in the celestial phenomena and seriously interfere with the production and work schedule of ordinary people.
"It seems I don't need to do anything!"
Looking at the two gods fighting, Feng Qing'an led Heishan and Baiyao to retreat to the side, and the Bailang River water creatures who had just been entangled with them also gathered together very tactfully at this moment and stopped chasing them. The gods had already started fighting, and they, a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, only needed to wait and watch, as they were of no use anyway.
"This dragon clan seems very weak!"
Feng Qing'an felt an urge to try, and he turned his head to look at Heishan who was looking up at the sky.
This ferocious monster had scars on its body and even blood flowing out, but at this moment, there was no fear in its deep blue eyes. Instead, there was high morale and strong murderous intent.
"Be honest!"
Feng Qing'an glanced at Bai Yao, who had awe in her eyes, and then slapped Heishan hard on the head.
He knew that this guy had seen many ghost kings in the underworld, and would not be afraid of the demon king of the same level. However, there was a difference of two major levels, so he should not challenge him blindly and confidently.
Even mythical creatures like the real dragon and the phoenix, when the gap is so huge, they mainly instead of blindly challenging and prematurely participating in high-level battles.
Awooo~
Montenegro let out a whimper of grievance!
It felt that it was not wrong. The big guy with a dragon head and a fish body was really weak. Its control of strength was not even as good as its. It didn't know how to fight at all. Such strong strength was wasted.
"No matter how weak he is, he will have no problem crushing you!"
Feng Qing'an knew that Heishan was not wrong. This Water Lord was indeed not good at fighting. Just look at the dark clouds that had spread over hundreds of miles. This was a manifestation of the power of his dragon bloodline. However, this power was evenly spread over the land within a radius of hundreds of miles and was wasted.
The mountain wind summoned by the mountain goddess Nüluo almost never missed any of it, as all of it hit Shuijun Hongxi. This created a strange situation where the momentum was clearly different between the strong and the weak, but the results of the battle were completely opposite.
"A piece of trash who relies on his bloodline to live a life of luxury!"
Nu Luo, who had completely suppressed Suicune, was also disdainful. She was a little worried at first, but the more she fought, the more she became more and more adept at it. She found that this guy was just looking to bluff, and when they actually fought, he perfectly demonstrated what a silver spear candle head was.
"How dare you, a little mountain ghost, look down on me!"
Seeing that Nüluo, who had already left Wuling Mountain and whose divine power could not be replenished, was still able to suppress him, Bailangjiangshuijun Hongxi was furious, because he knew that the god who left his mountain range was the weakest.
In other words, as a dragon, he was suppressed by a mountain god who had no divine power and no background or special bloodline. How could he endure such humiliation?
"I look down on you, so what can you do? You dandy boy!"
Nvluo was obviously also angered by Hongxi, but Yulong, who was covered with whip marks and looked furious, suddenly calmed down at this moment and sneered instead.
"Even if you can suppress me temporarily, what can you do? You can only cause me these minor injuries. Without the replenishment of divine power, how long can you suppress me?"
Hong Xi sneered. He could only passively take the beating, but the dragon scales that grew on him with the dragon blood could not be broken by the long whip in the hand of the mountain god. What was beaten off were only tiny pieces of scales, which were insignificant to him.
"Once you are unable to deal with me, the human boy behind you will fall into my stomach!"
"A piece of trash who relies on bloodline!"
The contemptuous look on Nu Luo's face disappeared, and she could only curse angrily.
When the opponent changed from a nobleman who cared about face and honor to a scoundrel who was smiling, had no taboos and would do anything to achieve his goals, even she found it extremely difficult to deal with.
She could inflict trauma to Suicune, but if she wanted to injure him seriously, forget it. His dragon scales and dragon skin were a top-grade defensive weapon.
"Hahaha, I was born a dragon, and I have lived a life of luxury. When it comes to fighting, I am indeed no match for a lowly slave like you who climbed up from the bottom. But I have noble blood that you lowly ones will never be able to surpass in your lifetime. Everything I have when I was born is a mountain that you will never be able to reach in your lifetime!"
The fish dragons in the sky laughed loudly and mocked at will.
"But your father has been hacked to death, pierced through the heart by a young boy!"
Nvluo suddenly said, and the laughter of the fish dragon stopped abruptly. The thunder that struck from the clouds reached its peak at this moment, and then a furious voice sounded in the clouds.
"Nu Luo, I originally wanted to drain your strength and let you have a dignified end, but you are so ungrateful, so don't blame me for being rude!"
"If you have any tricks, use them sooner rather than later!"
Nu Luo sneered. She had seen through this Bailangjiangshuijun. Apart from his wealthy birth, he was useless.
"Tinghai, help me!"
The Chiwen, which has a huge body, a dragon head and a fish body, stretches for dozens of feet. It opens its mouth and a ray of divine light shoots out. The sound of waves hitting the shore resounds through the heaven and earth.
The water vapor that filled the sky and earth increased in volume in an instant. The dense water vapor made the rain even heavier, like a river pouring down from the sky. The rain was pouring down like a torrential rain. A mortal could not see clearly what was going on more than ten feet in front of him.
But for Feng Qing'an, who was watching the battle on the side, the heavy rain was of no concern. He could see that the fish dragon in the sky had retracted its true form and transformed back into the handsome young man in red armor as he had seen when he first met him. And at this moment, he had a golden halberd in his hand that was surrounded by water and thunder.
"Slut, this is the magic weapon my grandfather gave me, Ting Hai, it is your honor to be defeated by this halberd!"
The moment he finished speaking, Suijun Hongxi, holding the golden halberd in both hands, swung it down heavily. Even his original form reappeared behind him. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be extremely strenuous just using it.
However, Nvluo, who was facing the divine weapon, did not laugh. Her expression was more serious than ever before. The invisible mountain wind gathered into a long whip and flew up to the sky...
