The old monk glanced at Murong Xue lightly, waved his withered arm, and an invisible force of confinement suddenly enveloped the two of them.
"Old man, I was able to defeat you in the battle of consciousness before, so why should I be afraid of you in the battle of the present body? After swallowing the consciousness of those people, if you don't find a place to refine it, this flaw will become your fatal flaw.
Suffer!"
Seeing the Fulong Saint take action, Chen Feng snorted coldly and suddenly swung out the blue short spear in his hand.
Murong Xue also gave a sweet shout, and with a flash of golden light in her hand, a sharp blade appeared, and followed Chen Feng's movements to slash forward.
And the golden silkworm Gu was not idle either. It turned into a sharp arrow and came behind the old monk in just a moment, shooting straight towards the back of his head.
Three-pronged approach, the offensive is fierce!
When the old monk saw this, his old face became gloomy, veins popped up on his withered arms, and the invisible restraining power increased again.
At the same time, his free hand went around his shoulder and slapped it back quickly.
Chen Feng was right. He devoured the remaining thoughts of several others. Although his damaged consciousness was temporarily replenished, it was only a superficial phenomenon.
Everyone's thoughts have their own imprint. If they are not refined, it will be difficult to completely integrate and drive them.
Moreover, it is possible that due to conflicting attributes, they may restrain each other and become the source of trouble.
Therefore, it is necessary to resolve the hidden danger quickly before it breaks out.
This plan to seize Chen Feng's body can be said to have caused serious losses. Half of his consciousness has been damaged. It has damaged the fundamentals and is absolutely irreparable.
It can be seen from his body that has aged so much in a short period of time that it will be difficult for everything to return to the way it was before.
As Murong Xue said, he could only exert half of his previous strength, and he was obviously feeling pressured to deal with attacks from three directions at once.
Otherwise, it would not be a waste of effort to deal with a guy of Chen Feng's level.
"Shua...shua..."
One blue and one gold, two dazzling horses flashed in the void following the movements of Chen Feng and the others.
Just as the power of confinement issued by Saint Fulong came over, the forces of both sides collided without any surprise.
However, Chen Feng's blue short spear has the ability to cut through nothingness, but Murong Xue's golden blade cannot.
After the blue short spear collided with the power of imprisonment, a sonorous sound of gold and iron was heard, causing the transparent space in front of the eyes to tremble slightly, and several ripples suddenly appeared.
The golden blade shone directly past without any contact with the power of imprisonment, and went straight to the head of the Fulong Saint.
"Even if your master is in front of me, he is still a junior. How can you, a little girl, dare to show off?"
Seeing the golden spear blazing in front of him, the Fulong Saint's eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth to spit out an air arrow, which shattered the golden light directly, and both of them disappeared into nothingness.
It is said that a dying camel is bigger than a horse.
The old monk didn't care about Murong Xue's superficial attack, but he paid special attention to Chen Feng's blue edge that could cut through the void.
From the blue short spear, you can clearly feel the breath of Hanxuan Bingyan.
Having suffered such a big loss before, he was extremely frightened by this kind of doubt in the world. How dare he not take it seriously?