Spiritual energy covers the sky, and all kinds of magic are everywhere. Thousands of monks circulate their spiritual energy and hit Chen Feng, like clouds blooming in the sky, filling the sky. Even the drizzle in the sky is shaken by the attack of violent wind and rain.
Disappear.ww╲w㊣ (⊙o⊙)…
Chen Feng stood proudly among thousands of monks, his figure dancing as fast as thunder, his whole body like a silver dragon flying through the sky, his white robes snapping, and two balls of hot flames filling the front of him.
Wang Simiao caught up from behind, and at some point, a red long sword appeared in his hand. A murderous aura suddenly rose, and the five-color divine light shot straight into the sky, like a sharp long sword tearing through the heavy siege and charging into the crowd. The situation suddenly changed.
, the world was filled with anger, dozens of monks from various sects turned into balls of red blood under Wang Simiao's violent attack, and blood was scattered in the air!
"What a domineering murderous spirit!" On the muddy land, Yun Wuya's eyes were deep, looking at the long sword in Wang Simiao's hand, thoughtfully, while several other people showed greedy looks, and their eyes turned rapidly, as if they had already started.
What malicious intent.
In mid-air, Chen Feng faced thousands of monks without fear. The two flames turned into billowing heat waves and ran rampantly. As his hands danced, they dispersed the speeding immortals and the surrounding crowd, fighting together.
"If this boy hadn't offended the public, he would have become a powerful person in the future. With his courage and skill alone, I'm afraid that few of the younger generation in the inner realm can match him!" Tian Yan looked at Chen Feng smartly.
His body shape felt a little regretful in his heart.
"Yes, it's a pity..." Han Xiao sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.
"Everyone, now is not the time to sigh. I think that boy who looks like a skeleton is very difficult to deal with. If we let him continue, I'm afraid we will suffer heavy losses. Otherwise, I'll do it for you and go up and fight him!" Zhong Baichuan
He looked straight at the long sword in Wang Simiao's hand, thought for a while, turned his head and said to everyone.
"Mr. Zhong, I don't think you need to do this for me. It's better for me to go!" Since the trip to the Soul Land, Wang Ruoyu has completely become separated from Zhong Baichuan. Seeing that Zhong Baichuan wants to take advantage of this, naturally he can't help but
Will agree.
After hearing what Wang Ruoyu and Zhong Baichuan said, several other people were not willing to lag behind and stepped forward to help. Only Yingfei smiled and kept silently looking at the others, while Yun Wuya beside Yingfei was thinking hard about something.
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His hands were flying, Zen sounds were lingering, and the golden Zen sounds were floating in the air like a gentle breeze. The illusion of a golden Buddha appeared next to Chen Feng from time to time. Chen Feng waved his hand, and golden palm prints flew out of his hands, hitting the surrounding monks hard.
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Thousands of monks are all in the infant stage. If they try their best to kill Chen Feng, it is no problem. However, everyone knows that Chen Feng must be captured alive, otherwise the higher-ups will investigate and the consequences will be disastrous!
Wang Simiao, like a beast out of its cage, rushed left and right, but no one was killed by the sword. In just a few minutes, as many as a hundred monks died in his hands.
With Wang Simiao's help, Chen Feng's pressure was reduced a lot. Coupled with his immortal golden body, he could barely cope with the crowd. However, the advantage between the two did not last long. Wang Simiao was killing everyone, and was frightened.
When the monks from various sects were trying to get out of the way, several figures rose from the ground and surrounded him in an instant.
Wang Simiao glanced around and saw that his yellow gown was stained with blood and looked extremely tough.
"Boy, your opponent is me!" Tian Yan was dressed in a strong suit, looking at Wang Simiao solemnly, grabbing the air with one hand, and a giant sword as tall as a person appeared in the palm of his hand. The sword was silvery, with aura.
It's so compelling that you can tell at a glance that it's not ordinary.
"Tianyan, this kid is weirdly tight, you'd better let me give him a try for you!" Zhong Baichuan chuckled, his eyes greedily staring at the red sword in Wang Simiao's hand, and he didn't forget ### while laughing strangely.
### Some dry lips.
"Come here if you want to die, no need to talk nonsense!" Wang Simiao looked at the few people coldly, and the long sword in his hand flashed with a strange red light. It actually let out bursts of cheerful sword sounds without any external force. Even a few people present
Everyone can feel the bloodthirsty excitement of the long sword in these loud sword sounds.
"Sure enough, the sword is really good!" Han Xiao heard the sound of the sword and looked at the sword up and down in astonishment for a while, then nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, I didn't expect that this red sword actually has a sword soul. Such a magical weapon would be a cruel thing in the hands of a young boy!" Tian Yan belongs to the Sword Sect, and his understanding of swords is naturally far away.
Surpassing several others, seeing the blood-drinking weapon in Wang Simiao's hand actually made a sword sound on its own, and made everyone feel its mood. There were only one or two such artifacts in his own sect.
"Hand over the sword, I will spare your life!" Unlike several others, after hearing the sound of the sword, Wang Ruoyu's face flashed with a look of surprise, and immediately without any nonsense, she moved towards Wang Simiao and grabbed her.
Several people were slightly stunned. They did not expect that Wang Ruoyu would take action directly regardless of his identity, so they did not need to say hello. They took action almost at the same time and flew towards Wang Simiao one after another.
Wang Simiao frowned. Although he was a strong emperor, it was still very difficult to deal with Wang Ruoyu, Zheng Min, Tian Yan, Han Xiao and Zhong Baichuan at the same time. In desperation, Wang Simiao could only shout loudly, and the five colors of spiritual energy on his body shook.
, protected himself and took a defensive stance!
The book is divided into two parts. Let’s not talk about Wang Simiao being besieged by everyone! Let’s talk about Chen Feng instead.
Several powerful emperors surrounded Wang Simiao. The other monks who were chasing for their lives finally relaxed and looked at the beast-like Wang Simiao with lingering fear. Then they adjusted their emotions and continued to charge towards Chen Feng.
Without Wang Simiao's help, Chen Feng's pressure doubled. In just half a quarter of an hour, he was in danger several times. If these monks didn't dare to seriously hurt him, plus the protection of the immortal golden body, he might have been bombarded here.
There are no bones left among them!
Wenqing stood on the ground, her face turned pale. Seeing Chen Feng pass by death again and again, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
"Master!" Feiyu's face was also very ugly. Since the last time he saw something he shouldn't have seen in the cave, Feiyu seemed to have an unexplainable feeling for Chen Feng. She couldn't tell whether she was
She fell in love with this stubborn man, but she knew that she should not have such extraordinary feelings for the man of the sect master!
Wenqing didn't seem to hear Feiyu's words, and stared intently at Chen Feng in mid-air. When the spiritual energy hit Chen Feng's side, blooming brilliantly, Wenqing felt like she was going to collapse. Now she just wanted to
Rush forward and fight with Chen Feng, no matter life or death.
Reaching out to support the shaky Wenqing, Feiyu burst into tears at the moment. Her heart ached. She was also worried about Chen Feng, but she knew that at this moment, there was a woman who loved Chen Feng more and she needed to take care of her.
All he could do was to prevent Wen Qing from being dazzled by the sight before him and rush forward to die!
Powerful magic exploded around him. Chen Feng was shocked and his energy and blood surged. Before Chen Feng could react, another flaming red flame came from behind!
"Break it!" Chen Feng roared, and slapped out a palm with his backhand. The blue fire suddenly rose up, like a soul-sucking raging wave of purgatory. After a loud bang, the flames behind him exploded into countless red flames, disappearing in the air.
Skyrim.
The divine rainbow was rolling, and Chen Feng was surrounded by thousands of monks. Like a clown, he randomly scattered all kinds of immortal magic that came flying. Without Wang Simiao's help, Chen Feng could only struggle to hold on, but he could no longer
The ability to fight back.
Look at Wang Simiao again! At this moment, Wang Simiao is besieged by several powerful emperors. He is also surrounded by dangers. Although the blood in his hands makes a crackling sound, it is difficult to pose a real threat to these emperors. It seems that at this moment, the day of victory is over.
The balance has gradually tilted, and the failure of Wang Simiao and Chen Feng is just a matter of time.
Time ### passed by, and before I knew it, an hour had passed.
Facing the violent bombardment of thousands of monks, Chen Feng's physical strength has reached its limit. His whole body is covered with scars and bloodstains, as if his spiritual energy may be exhausted at any time. The same is true for Wang Simiao. At this moment, Wang Simiao was beaten by several great emperors.
He could only defend himself, blood kept sliding down the corner of his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and waved the long sword in his hand desperately, but the movements of his hand were no longer as flexible as before, and the five-color aura on his body also disappeared and appeared.
, as if disappearing at any time!
At this point, the outcome can be said to have been decided. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be difficult for Chen Feng and Wang Simiao to persist for more than half a quarter of an hour.
Wenqing gently closed her eyes and slumped into Feiyu's arms. No one needed to tell what happened next. I believe everyone present could see it clearly. Wenqing smiled bitterly and took out the ring with her backhand.
Qiu Shui Jian, she is waiting, waiting for the moment when Chen Feng is defeated, she will end it on her own and accompany Chen Feng on the road.
The monks from various factions who were guarding the teleportation stone all had expressions of hope for victory on their faces. Ying Fei shook his head, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he could not kill Chen Feng with his own hands, which was always a pity for him.
Yun Wuya had been thinking hard about something since the battle began, and seemed to have forgotten the hatred between him and Chen Feng. Now seeing that Wang Simiao might die at any time, Yun Wuya frowned even more anxiously.
He was mumbling something.
But... just when everyone thought that the overall situation was decided, a sigh suddenly came from the distant sky. This sigh was far away and vicissitudes of life, as if it came from the distant starry sky, and also seemed to come from the mysterious ancient wilderness, giving people a sense of wonder.
An indescribable strange feeling.
Hearing this sigh, several emperor monks were slightly startled. At the same time, they stopped what they were doing and looked towards the distant horizon. It seemed that they all noticed a trace of uneasiness and palpitations when this sigh sounded!
After a brief pause, Chen Feng closed his eyes weakly and gasped for air. Wang Simiao also reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth in exhaustion, and panted hard.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the dark and gray sky, as if they were waiting for something, and they seemed to be looking for something. And among the people's gaze, two figures suddenly appeared slowly in the distant sky, an old man with a face
With a wry smile on his face, he held a five- or six-year-old girl in his hand, walking through the drizzle and breeze, walking towards the crowd step by step from the air...
