Under the fierce battle, Yue Feng soon became a little overwhelmed.
It was at this moment that a magic weapon found an opportunity, and the spear was like a dragon, stabbing Yue Feng's back.
Yue Feng's body trembled and blood was pouring out instantly.
"Fengzi!"
Seeing this situation, Wen Chou Chou and Sun Dasheng both changed their faces and shouted loudly, their eyes instantly red. They wanted to rush over at that time, but their internal strength was suppressed and they could not explode with all their strength, so they could not rush over at all.
At the same time, Han Bing, not far away, couldn't help but exclaim, almost crying: "Father..."
At this time, Hanbing was angry and regretful.
I thought that rescuing Wen Chou Chou and Chou from Qintian Prison was the most successful thing I had done since I was a child, but I never expected that all of this was secretly arranged by the God King Haotian.
And I also invisibly became a chess piece of the God King Haotian.
If he hadn't brought Uncle Wen and others to Shenlong Island, his father would not have come to hear the news, and now he would not have been surrounded by the divine weapons and generals of Qintianjian.
In other words, if my father and Uncle Wen and others have different shortcomings today, they will be killed indirectly.
"You hypocrites, demons!"
For a moment, Han Bing became more and more angry as he thought about it. He shouted softly and kept waving his long sword, trying to repel the divine weapons and generals in front of him so that he could rush to Yue Feng to help.
However, there are too many divine weapons and gods in front of you. Even if Han Bing is not suppressed by divine power, it is difficult to break out of the siege.
"Yue Feng, hold on!"
At the same time, Xiandi's delicate face was indescribable and she couldn't help but shout, "You must hold on." As she said that, Xiandi used the power of the divine dragon and wanted to rush over.
However, the situation she faced was the same as Han Bing. There were too many divine weapons and gods in front of her. She defeated a few more and rushed up, and she couldn't finish it.
Yue Feng here.
A severe pain came from behind, and Yue Feng's anger was completely aroused. At that time, regardless of the injury, the divine power was activated, and the divine weapons in front of him were shaken away.
Plop..
After several magical weapons landed, they all closed their eyes and fainted.
Yue Feng endured the pain and activated his divine power. At this time, he became even weaker, his face was pale and he was shaking, and he could fall down at any time. Before using the Nine Heavens Saint Xuan Art, Yue Feng consumed a lot of divine power. He was stabbed just now, and no one could hold on.
Ha ha...
Seeing this situation, Zhan Wuji, who was restless on the top of the hall, had a smile on his face, and was indescribable excitement.
Yue Feng is so fast that this action will be completed smoothly soon.
You know, Yue Feng in front of him is the teacher of the Heavenly Emperor, and the God King Haotian is even more afraid of him. If he kills him now, he can be considered a great contribution.
Excited, Zhan Wuji's mind was already filled with the scene of being praised and commended by the God King of Haotian.
However, Zhan Wuji was not complacent. Seeing that Yue Feng was unable to support him, he made a quick decision and his figure burst out, raised his hand and hit Yue Feng from behind.
"Yue Feng, today is your death!"
When it was almost in front of him, Zhan Wuji's excited and proud face showed a bit of hideousness.
Damn!
Hearing Zhan Wuji's angrily shouted behind his back, Yue Feng cursed instinctively and wanted to dodge, but his body was so weak that it was too late.
Bang!
This palm hit Yue Feng's back hard. Yue Feng groaned, blood squirted wildly, and the whole person flew dozens of meters away, and finally hit the steps in front of the hall.
"Fengzi!"
Seeing Yue Feng in his hand again, Wen Chou Chou and Sun Dasheng roared in unison, both angry and worried.
Sun Dasheng was even more angry and cursed at Zhan Wuji: "Zhan Wuji, you are still a god general wearing golden armor. Will you only attack from behind?"
"I have the ability to fight with your grandfather Sun for three hundred rounds, come on."
While cursing, Sun Dasheng waved the Axe of the Sky, trying to fight Zhan Wuji for the desperate attempt, but he was surrounded by divine weapons and generals. Where could he rush over?
hehe...
Facing Sun Dasheng's clamor, Zhan Wuji was not angry at all, but smiled contemptuously and said to Sun Dasheng: "You can't even use all your internal strength, what qualifications do you have to fight with me?"