The situation has reversed, and the heroes have temporarily withdrawn.
Everyone can talk big words, but if there is no strength to back it up, big words are just nonsense.
The three men killed more than half of the people. In such a battle, even if they join forces, they have little chance of winning.
Therefore, after throwing away their lofty words, everyone actually planned to retreat, which is actually what they did.
"Don't be arrogant. You do have an advantage at the moment. But the more people Feng Mian offends, the more embarrassing your situation will be. If you have the ability, don't step out of this mysterious realm of Xuanwu. Once you step into the wilderness, you will be hunted down by all parties.
"
They quickly retreated, and before Dashan and the others could say anything, they turned around and fled in all directions.
If the situation is not right, then if the hero does not suffer the immediate loss and evacuates temporarily, there will always be a chance to get the situation back.
At this time, there were only three powerful seniors left on the field, facing Feng Mian's powerful defense.
Under the continuous attacks, Feng Mian's aura gradually weakened. Indeed, the gap in strength cannot be made up in any other way. Even if he has a Xuanwu shield for defense, he cannot delay it for too long.
Suddenly, Huang Haoyu was the first to fly up. The sword light on the long sword surged and slashed towards the backs of the three people. When the sword energy collided with the barrier, a backlash force swept through, forcing Huang Haoyu to
retreat.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Xu Qingyu held Huang Haoyu and slowly lowered him.
Everyone looked solemnly at the battle circle between Feng Mian and the three powerful men, and for a moment they didn't know how to take action.
They have formed a closed aura that cannot be broken easily from the outside. At least with their current strength, they cannot do it. Unless a strong man of considerable level appears and can directly break the battle circle with one move, there is still hope.
"Haha... Feng Mian, you want to fight a protracted war with us? Your level of cultivation is far from enough. Don't think that you can sweep the world with a rare treasure. The world is so big, far beyond your imagination."
Bai Zhenyi stared at Feng Mian coldly, the strength in his hands not weakening at all.
"I will give you one last chance to ask, did you kill Feng Yao? As long as you admit it, I will think highly of you. If you continue to remain silent or quibble, then Feng Mian, you really deserve to die!"
Feng Mian looked at him calmly, with a sneer on his lips.
After a while, he said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "Master Bai, you have already made up your mind. Whatever I say is in vain! You, the Wanku Sect, have long believed that I, Feng Mian, killed Bai Fengyao. Does it matter what I say?"
The old ghost with blood shadow changed his mind and moved his eyes at the same time.
"Hehe... Boy Feng Mian, there is no way we can continue to waste it. Don't expect anyone from the outside to break this situation. How about you hand over the rare treasure to me, and I will guarantee that you will save your life?"
Bai Zhen's face darkened, and he looked at the old ghost Xueying: "What do you mean? If Feng Mian kid keeps silent, then I would rather kill him by mistake than let him go easily. What guarantee do you have?"
The shadowy old man looked at the scene calmly, not saying much, but staring deeply at Feng Mian.
Seeing this, Feng Mian smiled mysteriously: "Senior of the Blood Shadow Clan, are you telling the truth? I will give you the things, and you can save my life? That's good, I promise you, and you want it too
Do what you say."
The old ghost of blood shadow felt happy and moved his palms, trying to remove his energy.
Bai Zhenyi pointed his fingers and calmed down: "What are you doing? This boy is very naughty. Do you believe whatever he says? If he takes the opportunity to run away, shall we question you?"
The old ghost of blood shadow didn't pay attention to what he said. He changed his palm and removed his defense.
The strength of the three people collapsed and they retreated back at the same time, their expressions all ugly.
"Old ghost, what do you want to do? Are you looking for death?"
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The old ghost with blood shadow took a step forward and looked at Feng Mian: "Hand over the things now. With me here, no one of them dares to touch you at all, so you can rest assured."
The faces of Bai Zhenyi and the old man in black robes became increasingly gloomy, staring at the old ghost with blood shadow.
Feng Mian smiled, very strangely. He nodded, turned his right hand, and a red light flashed instantly.
"The people of the Blood Shadow clan obey orders. Seeing the Blood Shadow order is like seeing the clan leader. No matter who they are, they must obey my orders!"
What Feng Mian took out was not the Royal Pillar, nor any other rare treasure, but the Blood Shadow Token.
As soon as the token came out, the old ghost of Blood Shadow's expression changed, and he instinctively wanted to kneel down. But then he thought about it, and he held it back: "You...you actually really have the token of my Blood Shadow Clan, isn't that right?"
possible!"
Taking a step forward, Feng Mian looked at him with a smile.
"Is there anything impossible? Can this special Blood Shadow Token be imitated? As a high-ranking member of the Blood Shadow Clan, you openly attack the person holding the token and are in such a difficult situation. Tell me, what crime should you be guilty of?
"
His face turned green and white, and the old ghost of Blood Shadow did not know that Feng Mian really had the token in his hand. Such questioning made him lose all face. He clenched his fists and refused to bow his head.
The old man in the black shadow sneered: "Haha... I really didn't expect it! Feng Mian, a young man, can hide so secretly and have such a close connection with the Blood Shadow Clan. Maybe this is their joint conspiracy."
Bai Zhen raised his eyebrows and stared at them: "So that's it! That's it! What a good plan! Feng Mian, even I missed it back then, you're really hiding it well!"
Raising his hand, Bai Zhen gave an order: "The disciples of the Wanku Sect will obey the order and capture Feng Mian at all costs. If anyone dares to stop him, he will be killed. Even if I have to pay the entire Wanku Sect today, I will not let him go.
"
The next second, many disciples of the Wanku Sect rushed forward and surrounded Feng Mian. The weapons in their hands trembled, and they stared at Feng Mian coldly and sinisterly: "I, the young master of the Wanku Sect, cannot die.
It’s unclear.”
Turning around, Feng Mian looked at everyone indifferently, without looking at the old ghost of Blood Shadow, and said in a deep voice: "You want to stand by and watch such a scene? Are you going to ignore the centuries-old rules of the Blood Shadow Clan? Why don't you take action?"
Clenching his fist tightly, the old ghost looked ugly and was reluctant to take action.
If he takes action now and turns against the old man in black robe and Bai Zhenyi, then his old face will be completely disgraced. But if he doesn't take action, how can he violate the rules of the clan when the Blood Shadow Order is here?
Caught in a dilemma, it is difficult to make a decision for a while.
"Okay, okay, okay! Feng Mian boy, you are awesome, you are ruthless! I'm the one who got it wrong this time. I, the Blood Shadow Clan, will no longer interfere with this matter in the Xuanwu Secret Realm. Just wish yourself well."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old ghost of blood shadow disappeared directly, choosing to avoid the fight.
Bai Zhenyi smiled coldly and looked at Feng Mian: "I want to see who else can help you."
Glancing at the old man in black robe, he just clasped his hands behind his back, looking like he was watching a good show, and had no intention of continuing. At least he had to wait until the Ten Thousand Caves Sect resolved this matter, and it would not be too late to fight for it again.
At this time, Bai Qing Yao stepped forward and pointed his sword directly at Feng Mian.
"Did you really kill my eldest brother? If it wasn't you, then just say it! If you don't explain at all, I will think you are acquiescing. If you and I have to confront each other with swords, I will have no choice but to take action."
Yue Fengling and others stepped forward, trying to stop the people from Wanku Gate. However, the opponent was always outnumbered. The three of them had taken action before, but the three swords had already consumed a lot of energy and they could not use the second attack.
Cooperated.
The swords were at war, tit for tat. Feng Mian's face was cold, and on his fingers
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The golden light energy has been condensed.
At the critical moment, a powerful energy erupted on the ground.
It was a huge sword energy that swung out from between them and headed straight ahead.
Immediately afterwards, a figure descended from the sky, a faint red light flashing in his hand.
"You guys who don't know right from wrong, try touching him!"
Standing still, the aura on Chen Xiaohu's body was extremely strong, surging layer by layer, creating a powerful and tyrannical aura.
The fighting spirit spread, and many people from the Ten Thousand Cave Sect were unable to resist and retreated one after another.
Including the old man in black robes, they also stared at Chen Xiaohu with very solemn eyes. Why did this seemingly young boy suddenly have such a strong pressure? The aura on his body was very strange.
Only Feng Mian smiled faintly and stared at Chen Xiaohu with great satisfaction.
"You're finally here. If you keep going, I'm really going to do it myself. But your speed is quite fast, which I didn't expect."
The secret of the Seven Emperors Art has now been understood by Chen Xiaohu. Especially after he killed Chen Chuan, his state of mind changed a lot, so it is not difficult to understand the true meaning of the Seven Emperors Art.
Chen Xiaohu's talent was extremely high, but he was suppressed from the beginning. Now that he has been reborn, he can master the Seven Emperors Art skillfully, no matter how difficult it is to control. This is why Feng Mian has been delaying his time.
The aura of the War Emperor lingered around Chen Xiaohu's body. The state of his aura surpassed everyone present in an instant. Although it could only be a short-term burst, the strength of the meridians in his body should be able to withstand it.
There was red light on the hand knife, staring coldly at Bai Zhenyi and others, as well as the entire Ten Thousand Cave Gate.
The energy of the mad sword spreads layer by layer. As long as he has a thought, countless sword energy can be directed towards the faces of everyone in Wankumen, and they will be wiped out in an instant. This is the domineering power of the Seven Emperors Art.
"It seems that this boy has chosen the right technique. Once his mind matures, it will be no problem to master this domineering power. It just depends on how far he can control it."
Bai Zhenyi stared at Chen Xiaohu with a sullen face: "Where did you come from, how dare you blatantly interfere in the affairs of Wankumen. Don't you want to live anymore?" He raised his hand and waved, and his energy surged instantly.
Chen Xiaohu's eyes flashed red, he slowly raised his right hand, and then chopped it down instantly.
A huge dark red sword energy came out towards Bai Zhenyi. The powerful force made it difficult for him to resist. He instinctively stepped back. However, the mad sword's sword energy pursued him closely, approaching his face.
At this time, a beautiful figure flashed out and blocked Bai Zhenyi's face.
Poof!
Blood spattered and Bai Qingyao's left arm was severed and flew more than ten meters away.
"Qingyao! My daughter, why did you rush out? Why are you so stupid!"
Bai Qingyao turned pale instantly and looked at his father: "I didn't protect my elder brother well. I can't watch my father fall into danger again..."
Bai Zhen raised his head and glared fiercely at Feng Mian and everyone behind him.
"Feng Mian, I will definitely make you pay a thousand times the price!"
Chen Xiaohu took a step forward and glanced at all the people from Wankumen present: "Who else wants to fight? Just come!"
Many disciples wanted to rush forward, but Bai Zhenyi scolded them: "Back off, let's go!"
Watching the people at Ten Thousand Cave Gate gradually leave until they disappeared. Feng Mian did not relax his vigilance, because the old man in black robes had not left yet, and it seemed that he had another purpose.
Sure enough, the old man in black robe smiled faintly: "Everyone else has left, so Feng Mian, it's time to settle our accounts. Things that don't belong to you will have to be handed over sooner or later, so why not do it now!"