"Go to die!"

A dark red light flashed in the eyes of the man in black robe facing Wu Feng. A red spear head quietly stretched out from the palm under the black robe and stabbed Wu Feng's fist.

A cruel pleasure arose in the heart of the man in black robe. He seemed to see the young man in front of him, who was pierced by the spiritual ritual. At that time, the spear head would be extended quickly and pierced his chest!

"Unless he is a madman in body refining!"

But how is this possible? The appearance of a madman who refined the body can tell at a glance.

It’s not that their body shape is terrifying, but that the skin of the body refining lineage will become a bit metal or jade. In short, it is slightly different from the skin of ordinary people.

Wu Feng's eyes flashed, and he naturally saw the blood-colored spear tip under the black robe. However, his fist did not slow down, but smiled coldly. The spirit touch wrapped around the spear tip in the blink of an eye. Almost instantly, the spirit touch penetrated into the spear tip.

The man in black robe felt a hint of anxiety in his heart, but before he could figure out the source of this hint of anxiety, Wu Feng's fist peak had already contacted the tip of the gun.

"Go to die!" The man in black robe suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, his face froze, and a sense of disbelief and panic appeared in his eyes.

The tip of the spear that should have pierced Wu Feng's fist suddenly dissipated in the air for some reason, and even the spiritual energy that formed the spear tip did not return to his body.

Before he could react, Wu Feng's fist had already touched his palm, which was originally holding the tip of the gun.

"No!"

The moment he contacted, a short scream came from the mouth of the black-robed man.

Wu Feng punched the man in black robe like a slug, and then fell heavily on his chest.

The dull sound of a broken sternum sounded, and a fist mark appeared in the chest of the man in black. His body seemed to be hit by a giant beast, and suddenly rose into the air and hit the mountain wall several meters behind him.

The woods occupied by everyone suddenly became quiet.

Even Bai You never expected that Wu Feng could defeat the enemy with one blow.

However, Ye Xin, thinking of Wu Feng's original power, felt a little clear in his heart.

The most shocking thing was naturally Zhou Wen, who was about to take action by scorching cold.

These five men in black robe are all his capable subordinates. With their strength, even if they meet a practitioner of the fifth level of consciousness, even if they are not as good as those of them, they will never be defeated in one encounter.

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Wu Feng himself did not expect that it would be so smooth. Although his punch was not weak, the man in the black robe was too slow to react. After being destroyed by himself, he did not react in time, so he was hit by himself without any defense.

"He should be dead, right?" Wu Feng looked at the man in black robe not far away.

Wu Feng had excellent eyesight and could tell at a glance that although the man in black robe was still slightly undulating, he became weaker and weaker, and he could only exhale.

"Very good! You are very good!" Zhou Wen said to Wu Feng with gritted teeth.

Wu Feng spread his hands and said:

"You have to say this, of course I'm fine."

Zhou Wen stopped slightly and his face became gloomy.

"I hope you can still say this later!"

The blood on the spear in Zhou Wen's hand looked even more gorgeous, and a faint smell of blood came out.

"Be careful of Wufeng! That is the spirit-killing gun of the Spirit-Devouring Sect, which will cause great damage to the spiritual consciousness!" Wen Xiuxiu, who was beside him, couldn't help but remind him when she saw Zhou Wen's posture.

Ye Xin and Wen Xiuxiu's strength is far higher than that of the enemy, but those black-robed men are not too strong, and the spears that are also condensed in their hands are strange and difficult to deal with. Even they cannot defeat the other party quickly, so they can only give a reminder and cannot help Wu Feng.

Injure the spiritual consciousness?

Wu Feng blinked.

Isn’t this very restraining me? Is there any such spiritual technique?

Wu Feng's subtle expression fell into Zhou Wen's eyes, which immediately made him feel happy. Without saying much, he attacked Wu Feng.

You can't let him stab me!

Wu Feng's spiritual touch moved again and wrapped around and penetrated the spear in Zhou Wen's hand.

Whoosh

Zhou Wen's figure flashed quickly, avoiding the side, his eyes changing.

"What did you do?" Zhou Wen asked.

Wu Feng raised his eyebrows and just pretended that he didn't understand the other party's problem.

So keen, is this the ability of the fifth level of the chemistry consciousness?

Wu Feng was a little regretful and became more careful when he failed to transform into the spiritual skills in Zhou Wen's hand. If he were not sure, this so-called spirit-killing gun could really hurt him.

Zhou Wen also became a little cautious. Just now he clearly felt that something seemed to be touching his spirit-killing gun. It was an indescribable feeling, and this feeling was not good.

The stalemate will not be of any benefit to Zhou Wen's side. Wu Feng and his party are already stronger than Zhou Wen and his party. If it weren't for the two black-robed men fighting to fight Ye Xin and Wen Xiuxiu, I'm afraid that the remaining four black-robed men would have all died now.

"Damn bastard!" Zhou Wen glanced at Wu Feng hatefully. If it weren't for Wu Feng, it would definitely be his own side who had the upper hand now!

Can't delay!

Zhou Wen's eyes were sharp and his spear swung, and his aura became heavier.

After a brief accumulation of momentum, Zhou Wen's body arched slightly, then suddenly jumped up. The spear in his hand was now using the stick technique, and it was like a giant axe slashing down at Wu Feng.

Avoid!

Wu Feng did not take it in a head-on manner and retreated slowly.

Strangely, I didn’t feel any sense of danger from the spirit-killing gun. Is the so-called spirit-killing consciousness a rumor?

Wu Feng was puzzled, but he had no intention of testing himself for safety.

Now you just need to delay Zhou Wen.

Wu Feng glanced at Ye Xin and Wen Xiuxiu. The black robes on their opponents had become tattered, and it was only a matter of time before they could defeat them.

As for Lin Feixing and Bai You, their battle with the man in black robe was even more stalemate, but at least, they could barely gain the upper hand.

How could Zhou Wen not know this? The spear in his hand sometimes turned into a stick and sometimes turned into a knife. His sharp marksmanship forced Wu Feng to keep dodging, and he avoided it several times.

"Slaying spirit, split the light!" Zhou Wen's face flushed and he shouted softly.

With Zhou Wen's movement, the blood-colored spear that stabbed Wu Feng's air in an instant split into two spears, one of which hit Wu Feng's shoulder heavily.

"Not good!" Ye Xin and Wen Xiuxiu, who still have the energy to pay attention to Wu Feng, were shocked.

The attack just now seemed impossible to cause any damage, but they knew that the spirit-killing gun was different from other spiritual techniques. As long as it touched the enemy's body, it could injure the opponent's spiritual consciousness.

Although the more damage the Slaying Spirit Gun causes to the enemy's body, the more likely it is to damage the opponent's spiritual consciousness, this does not mean that the effect of the attack just now is weak!

Zhou Wen hit Wu Feng's body with one blow, but he didn't chase him.

He knew that after receiving this attack from his own, Wu Feng would be subjected to a strong spiritual consciousness attack for a period of time. The vibration of spiritual consciousness would be light. If the spiritual consciousness is weaker, this attack would make him unconscious.

After the spirit-killing spear was briefly divided into two, it quickly merged into one. Zhou Wen's spear turned and rushed towards the nearest Bai You.

"Liberate the third brother first, and then siege the other people with the third brother." Zhou Wen said intimately.

It is not a good idea to deal with Ye Xin and Wen Xiuxiu first. The man in black robe can only pester them. If he goes through, they will at least be able to share 90% of their energy with him.

"Be careful!" Wen Xiuxiu exclaimed.

"It's too late!" Zhou Wen smiled grimly, as if he had seen the scene where Bai You was pierced by himself.

"Young Master, be careful!" Suddenly, the man in black robe who was fighting Bai You also issued a warning.

Be careful? What should I be careful?

Zhou Wen was slightly stunned and noticed a sound of wind behind him.

He forced himself to slow down, twisted his body and blocked the spear.

The sound of metal and iron fighting sounded.

A golden blade slashed on the spear, which actually made Zhou Wen feel a sense of pressure.

"Impossible!" Zhou Wen looked at Wu Feng, who was not hurt in front of him, and even felt pain as if he was not in pain, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhou Wen's face became more and more gloomy.

Wu Feng looked at Zhou Wen's ugly face and chuckled:

"What's impossible?"

Squirt

Zhou Wen used one force and took a step back like his body sliding.

He didn't understand why Wu Feng had such a spiritual technique, so he had to fight with him empty-handed before.

Wu Feng waved the golden blade in his hand. He couldn't use the golden blade when he was fighting against the black-robed man. After learning about the ability of the spirit-killing gun, he was naturally worried that the spiritual consciousness that blessed the golden blade would be injured.

Wu Feng simply used the Spiritual Art to control the Golden Blade, and his advantage lies in his anger and his spiritual consciousness.

After all, Zhou Wen is at the fifth level of the spiritual consciousness, and his spirit-killing spear cannot be resisted by the first level of the Golden Blade. If you want to fight against it, you can only bless the spiritual consciousness on the Golden Blade. However, in this way, every collision will give Zhou Wen the chance to injure him.

That's what Wu Feng thought at the time.
To be continued...