"How is it possible? There is actually a quasi-sage standing behind Mu Feng?" Yang Xingyuan's pupils narrowed into needles, staring at the purple lin giant, his tone full of disbelief.
After the smoke and dust cleared, countless people inside and outside the Holy City also saw two figures in the deep pit outside the North City.
They were shocked to find that Mu Feng was not injured at all, and that a strange-looking purple lin giant actually appeared in front of him.
What is strange is that the right hand of the giant formed by Yang Xingyuan's quasi-sacred realm actually collapsed and is now slowly growing back.
What does this mean?
This means that Yang Xingyuan's shot just now was blocked, and the person who blocked it was undoubtedly the Zilin giant who suddenly appeared.
"What it is?"
In the distance, Zhao Lu on the chariot was staring straight at the purple lin giant in the deep pit, his voice full of strangeness.
"He is a demon clan, and his aura is no weaker than that of Yang Xingyuan. He is a quasi-monster saint!" Zhao Qi's pupils narrowed, and his voice was no longer calm, but full of shock.
And his words completely caused an uproar in the chariot and the surrounding army.
No one expected that in this siege, a second quasi-saint-level being would appear, and he was also a quasi-demon saint.
What's even more incredible is that this quasi-demon saint seems to be on Mu Feng's side.
Zhao Qi finally understood why Mu Feng was so confident. It turned out that this guy's trump card was this.
"It's a quasi-demon saint, haha, it turns out that Mu Feng hid this trick!"
In the ruins of the sacred city, Cang Hongshen burst out laughing. Only now did he understand Mu Feng's good intentions. It turned out that he had such powerful helpers.
"We wrongly blamed Mu Feng. He was not reckless at all, but had a careful plan!" Yu Luan said with some shame.
Xiang Rui was also surprised and happy, but also blamed himself: "If we had chosen to believe Mu Feng at the beginning, he would not have made such a move. Bar!"
Cang Hong sighed softly: "Although we wrongly blamed Mu Feng, Mu Feng only had the help of a quasi-demon saint. Don't forget that the other party also has a master like Zhao Qi, who is at the peak of the ninth-level Martial Emperor.
ah!"
"Even if Yang Xingyuan can be restrained, who can be restrained by a master like Zhao Qi?"
As soon as these words came out, Xiang Rui, Yu Luan and others' hearts sank.
yes!
Those who came to attack the Sacred City this time were not only Yang Xingyuan, but also great masters like Zhao Qi. In addition, there were more than a dozen eighth-level Martial Emperor masters.
These are the true elites of the seven major forces, sent out to completely destroy the Holy Dynasty.
Even if Mu Feng has three heads and six arms, he cannot be the opponent of a group of masters such as Zhao Qi.
"We still have to prepare for the worst!" Cang Hong said with a bitter smile.
Yu Luan and Xiang Rui stopped talking.
"Quasi Demon Saint?"
Yang Xingyuan looked solemnly at Zilong who was guarding Mu Feng, and said in a deep voice: "Mufeng, it seems that I underestimated you. I really didn't expect that you could find such a helper!"
Mu Feng ignored Yang Xingyuan, but looked at Zilong and said, "Zilong, I will leave this person to you. Do you understand that your battle should not affect the Holy City?"
Zilong curled his lips and was very unhappy with Mu Feng bossing him around, but thinking that it was Jiuyuan who asked him to come out to help, he didn't say anything.
"Hmph! I know!"
After saying that, Zilong flicked his legs, jumped up with his huge body, and rushed towards Yang Xingyuan in the sky.
At the moment of rushing out, Zilong's quasi-sacred domain expanded directly, forming
A giant purple dragon rushed towards the quasi-sacred area in Yang Xingyuan's giant form unceremoniously.
boom!
The purple dragon collided with the giant, and to Yang Xingyuan's shock, his quasi-sacred realm was directly grabbed by the purple dragon and flew backwards into the sky.
He wanted to control the quasi-sacred realm to break free, but found that the purple dragon held his quasi-sacred realm tightly, and his quasi-sacred realm could only passively fly upside down.
Zilong had already pounced in front of him, slamming his huge fist into Yang Xingyuan's face.
Yang Xingyuan raised his hand to resist, and terrifying cracks exploded in the air. Both he and Zilong retreated, but he retreated dozens of steps, while Zilong only retreated more than ten steps.
It can be seen from this that the two are at odds.
Yang Xingyuan's eyes were full of fear, and he shouted to Zhao Qi in the distance: "Elder Zhao! Capture the thief first. Capture the king first. Capture that Mu Feng quickly, and don't watch the show anymore!"
Zhao Qi on the chariot was noncommittal. He looked at the dozen people in the chariot and said: "You guys come with me, I will capture this son, and you will be responsible for the siege! Since this son can fight against the seven eighth-level Martial Emperors alone,
I’m afraid he is very powerful and has many tricks, so don’t let him escape!” .??.
"yes!"
Zhao Lu, Mo Hu, Zang Dao and more than a dozen people all nodded solemnly, and immediately rushed out of their chariots and rushed around Mu Feng, forming an airtight encirclement.
Rumble!
Zhao Qi, on the other hand, held the reins with both hands and swung it violently. Suddenly, the huge chariot began to charge toward Mu Feng like thunder.
The four tall horses suddenly changed their appearance as they galloped through the air. Endless thunder aroused from their bodies spread throughout the chariot in an instant.
At this moment, the chariot instantly turned into a thunder chariot, bathing in the terrifying and violent thunder. At first glance, the momentum was terrifying.
"Mufeng, give it to me Come die!"
Zhao Qi drove a thundering chariot and charged towards Mu Feng. His shouts were like thunder, as if the god of thunder had come to the world, and his power was extraordinary.
Zhao Lu, Mo Hu, Zang Dao and more than a dozen eighth-level Martial Emperor masters were scattered in all directions, blocking all Mu Feng's escape routes in order to prevent Mu Feng from escaping.
Mu Feng took one step forward, jumped up from the deep pit, and hung in the air, looking coldly at the thundering chariot and Zhao Qi on the chariot.
At this moment, Zhao Qi was as powerful as a rainbow, like the descending thunder god.
Mu Feng, on the other hand, was hanging in mid-air, indifferent, as if he was stupid.
The chariot was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, the thundering chariot rushed over and hit Mu Feng straight away.
I saw endless thunder exploding in the void, and the terrifying sound of thunder resounded across the sky and the earth. It was so continuous that countless people in the Holy City involuntarily covered their eyes and ears.
Immediately afterwards, everyone was shocked to find that the terrifying thunder explosion only lasted for a moment and then went out.
Then, everyone saw that Mu Feng was still hanging in the air, and another figure appeared in front of Mu Feng.
This figure is also more than ten feet tall and has long brown hair all over its body. The long hair on its body stands upright and exudes a bright golden light.
At this moment, the brown-haired weirdo reached out with his right hand and held down the four horses in front of the chariot, preventing them from moving even half a step forward.
"Die!"
The brown-haired weirdo shouted coldly, formed a fist with his left hand, and punched it out hard. The terrifying fist power exploded, and the four horses suddenly exploded into four masses of blood mist.
The huge chariot was completely broken into pieces. Zhao Qi, who was standing on the chariot, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down from mid-air in embarrassment.
For a moment, the whole place was silent and silent...