In the process of flying out, the entire string of beads automatically formed a round shape, each bead emitted a shimmering golden light, and the Qi machines were intertwined with each other, like a large golden net, blocking the front of the blue short spear.
In this way, the sharp edge of the front end of the blue short spear slashed hard on the golden net without any surprise.
Sonorous!
A sharp and piercing sound of metal and iron clashed suddenly, like a sharp sword, piercing directly into people's hearts.
Chen Feng felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
The blue short spear in his hand trembled and suddenly fell apart.
The golden net formed by the beads also trembled, but then returned to its original shape, seemingly without any damage.
This made Chen Feng frown and suddenly felt a lot more pressure.
He had never seen the other party's details clearly before, so he guessed that this old guy's strength was unfathomable.
Now it seems that it is indeed the case!
The blow just now, even though he didn't use all his strength, still used eight percent of his strength, the impact on the opponent was so minimal.
Next, I'm afraid I'm going to have to go through a hard battle!
On the other side, when a thick arc of electricity hit the old monk from Huanxi Ridge, he waved his palm and released a puff of pink air.
Compared with Hualong, the strange aura emitted by this monster monk is many times more condensed and powerful.
Even if lightning is its nemesis, it will be difficult to eliminate it all at once.
In the end, due to mutual consumption, they both dissipated into nothingness.
In other words, Chen Feng's attack did not cause any harm to the opponent.
In the first encounter, everyone lost.
"Little benefactor, if you want to deal with both of us at the same time with your own strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it, so you'd better just surrender and capture us!"
Old monk Long Qi controlled the large net of Buddhist beads and continued to float in the air. He stared at Chen Feng with squinted eyes and shook his head slightly.
"That's right! Boy, I advise you not to make any unnecessary resistance! Bow your head and confess your sins. Remember the mercy of our Buddha, and maybe you can be spared your life!"
The demon monk from Huanxi Ridge glanced at Chen Feng with disdain and walked forward, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.
"Who said Brother Feng is the only one? With me, your chances of winning may not be much higher!"
At this time, Murong Xue came to Chen Feng and glared at the two of them angrily, her face turned ashen.
Immediately, she turned to look at Chen Feng, guilt appearing on her face.
"Brother Feng, are you okay? What happened before... was all due to my lack of strength..."
"It doesn't matter! As long as you're fine!"
Chen Feng smiled, then narrowed his eyes and stared at the old monk Long Qi, sighing slightly.
"Master Longqi, stop bluffing. Your so-called saint has already told you everything before. With your current physical condition, you may not be able to withstand the consumption of several big moves, right?"
"I bet you, after three strikes, your strength will definitely fall! By then, won't everything be a wedding dress for the master next to you? Tsk, tsk, the master of the Tantric Sect, with the name of a saint, what a pity!"
"Boy, stop talking nonsense!"
When the old monk Long Qi heard this, his expression suddenly changed.
Although he denied it, he still subconsciously glanced at the old monk from Huanxi Ridge next to him, and his eyes were obviously a little more wary.
"What? You don't admit it? After living for a long time, your body decays, birth, old age, illness and death are normal things, and there is nothing to be ashamed of! The reason why you hide it is because you are afraid of being picked off by the person next to you, right?"
Chen Feng smiled lightly, with a playful expression on his face, and he meant something.