In fact, there was no need for Leng Wushuang's orders. Just when he was knocked back by the purple gourd, the rising sun in the east pounced towards Tang Feng with just a tap of his feet.
The Haotian Sect's intention was very obvious. They did not intend to fight to the death with the old beggar. Their goal was to prepare to capture Tang Feng alive.
Dongfang Rising Sun is worthy of being in the half-walk stage. It is very fast, and its body turns into a golden sword light, and it just passes by in the blink of an eye.
The little beggar frowned sharply and faced him head-on.
"You dare to compete with me, you're a bit young!" Dongfang Xuri looked very arrogant and domineering, and directly struck out with Thunder Fist.
The little beggar also knew that the opponent's fists were fierce, and he had already begun to form the prototype of the half-step platform in his Dantian. Even if he was at the ninth level of the Yin-Yang Realm, he could not compete with him.
With a whooshing sound, the little beggar hurriedly used his body skills to dodge out.
Dongfang Xuri sneered, but had no intention of pursuing him. He turned around and rushed towards Tang Feng.
"Go, bowl!" the little beggar roared, and the copper bowl in his hand immediately flew out. The mouth of the bowl emitted a golden light and hit the opponent's back quickly.
"Noisy fly, you really think that I don't dare to kill you!" Dongfang Xuri seemed to be furious. He bit his steel teeth and turned around like lightning, while at the same time he punched out the Thunder Fist.
There was only a bang as the copper bowl was knocked away by him.
"Death!" Dongfang Xuri, full of momentum, waved his right hand, and a golden light suddenly shot out of the sky.
Under the golden sword light, the afterglow of the setting sun appeared all over the little beggar. It seemed that he had been enveloped by the opponent's sunset sword power.
For a moment, the little beggar was unable to move, and even the spiritual energy in his body had been suppressed by the other party.
"Damn it, the copper bowl protects the body!" The little beggar suddenly formed a seal with his hands, and the mouth of the bowl that was knocked out flew back and hit the top of his head.
At the same time, streaks of bronze light poured out from the mouth of the bowl, protecting himself inside.
Dongfang Xuri slashed down with his sword, and struck the bronze bowl. A sonorous golden inscription erupted in an instant. The bronze bowl immediately shook, and the little beggar staggered all over.
But in this way, he was able to resist the opponent's sword.
"Semi-finished innate magic weapon, no wonder you, a small nine-level yin-yang realm, can actually block it!" Dongfang Xuri shouted coldly and rose into the sky.
"After all, your foundation is shallow. Let's see how long you can last!" After the voice fell, the sword light came up again. The sword light came through the sky and filled the afterglow of the setting sun for half a day.
When the old beggar saw this change of expression, he certainly knew that his apprentice would not be able to stop him for long, so he quickly jumped over.
"Take over and stop him!" Leng Wushuang seemed to have been wary of him for a long time. As soon as the old beggar moved, his sword was already in front of him.
At the same time, the two seventh-level Five Elements Divine Realm elders also rushed over, and all three of them had their swords drawn. Moreover, they were all brothers of the same sect and lineage, and they had already cooperated seamlessly.
In one thought, Haotian's sunset sword slash was formed. In an instant, the whole street was filled with wind and clouds, and the afterglow of the setting sun came down all over the sky, shrouding the old beggar in the center.
At this moment, it seemed that even the blazing sun in the sky had lost its original luster in this majestic sunset.
No one could clearly see the specific movements inside. The afterglow was so intense and surging that even Tang Feng couldn't sense it when he activated the Tianshu light spot in Tianling Palace.
The power of a Taoist realm power cannot be broken by his current level.
"Purple gold gourd!" The old beggar was furious. He had always had a good temper. From the sound of his voice, it seemed that he was really angry at this time.
Under the afterglow of the sky, the Purple Gold Gourd seemed to be suppressed. However, the old beggar was a powerful person in the seventh level of Taoism. Driven by his movements, the Purple Gold Gourd soared into the sky.
Purple rays of light erupted from the mouth of the pot, and the rays of light continued to hit upwards, faintly breaking through the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Damn it, this old guy's skills are too deep. We must work harder. Xuri, you are so fast. We can't hold on for long!" Leng Wushuang gritted his teeth and shouted.
Dongfang Xuri naturally knows very well that even if the three of them join forces, the old man Shenxu has already reached the seventh level of Taoism. The formation of such a veteran Three Pills figure can only trap him for a while, but he will never be able to stop him for a long time.
In fact, he didn't waste any time and slashed down with the golden sword in his hand again.
There was another sonorous dragon roar, and the copper bowl was shaken again, floating in mid-air and shaking. The little beggar suddenly opened his mouth and spat out blood.
Dongfang Xuri stared at him and sneered: "You have been injured. If you continue to resist, you will only hurt your origin. Is it worth it for an unrelated person?"
The little beggar gritted his teeth, and the breath in his body was surging and he could no longer speak. He was just holding the bronze bowl above his head with his hands in a continuous seal.
Seeing this, Dongfang Xuri raised his sword eyebrows: "If you are stubborn, then you will die!" After the words fell, he suddenly rose into the sky, holding the sword in both hands, the golden light roared, and countless sunset rays surged up.
"No, the little beggar has been injured. He will never be able to block this sword. If he resists forcefully again, he will probably hurt his origin, making it difficult to improve his cultivation in the future!" Two Xuanwu Sect disciples said solemnly.
Tang Feng's eyes narrowed, knowing that he could no longer remain silent. If the little beggar hurt his origin because of him, he would definitely feel extremely guilty, and he might even leave his inner demons behind.
Of course, he is by no means the kind of person who is afraid of death and abandons his friends and brothers. His idea is actually very simple. In the current situation, he would rather die than have others die for him.
With a whoosh, Tang Feng jumped over and stood in front of the little beggar.
"Brother Long Ci, what are you doing here!" The little beggar asked in surprise when he saw this.
"Stand back and leave it to me!" Tang Feng only said nine words, his hands were already doing the connecting seal, and the three thousand divine fire coefficients in his body were burning fiercely.
"Armor of divine fire!" Almost instantly, his body was filled with divine fire, condensing into protective armor. At the same time, he waved his right hand continuously and shot out three golden spears.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Dongfang Rising Sun's sword slashed down, and the three golden spears didn't even touch it. They were crushed to pieces as soon as they came into contact with the aftermath of the sword's power.
Tang Feng's expression changed drastically, and he truly felt the terror of the half-foot-stepping power.
"The Hand of the True Dragon!" He stretched out his right hand, and instantly a golden dragon-shaped arm suddenly rushed out.
"Well, what kind of martial arts is this?" Dongfang Xuri frowned slightly, but under the sword light, Tang Feng's True Dragon Hand was still vulnerable and was immediately crushed like paper.
The sword light swept up half of the setting sun in the sky and rushed towards Tang Feng. There was a sudden roar, and the terrifying sword force tore his protective armor on the spot.
Tang Feng's whole body was immediately shot backwards like a kite with its string cut off. A stream of blood fell in mid-air before it crashed to the ground.
Seeing this, the little beggar rushed over and asked, "Brother Long Ci, how are you?"
At this time, Tang Feng's aura was raging, and his internal organs seemed to be out of place. However, fortunately, after using various martial arts to offset the power of the opponent's sunset sword, he finally managed to resist.
Staggering up, Tang Feng wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Don't worry, you won't die yet!"
