As soon as the security force was in place, the tightly guarded Qianji Pavilion suddenly burst into flames?
Li Chengfeng's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he continued to hide in Wangque without moving at all. This plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain was really clumsy, and he would not be fooled at all.
The other twelve Quantai killers like him were also motionless, as if the fire in front of them had not happened at all.
After a long time.
The fire became more and more intense, and the crackling sound of burning could be heard all the time.
Even though Qianji Pavilion was well prepared, it still turned into a mess when faced with the sudden fire.
All the pots and pans that could hold water were put out, so crowded that it was difficult to insert a needle around the well.
Screams, wails, and calls for help were entangled and intertwined under a cloud of wind and fire.
Naturally, the Water Division of the main city of Yongtai noticed the commotion. The monks who led the team rushed to the front, waved their big hands, and streams of river water sprayed out, instantly controlling the fire.
"It's important to save people! How many people are left inside?"
"I don't know! You want to go in?" The outer disciple of Qianji Pavilion was stunned.
"Are you still asking? Get out of the way!"
"Sir! There is poisonous mercury in it..."
However, the monk leading the team didn't hear clearly. After wetting his robes indiscriminately, he rushed into the fire scene without hesitation, which aroused everyone's awe.
Li Chengfeng took in all this, rubbed his fingers and typed two or three unclear syllables, and disappeared in an instant.
But the other twelve Quantai killers heard it clearly, and their hearts trembled, knowing that the ensuing contact battle would lead to a narrow escape from death.
They jumped out of their respective hiding spots, blended into the crowd quietly, and slowly moved closer to the mercury workshop in Qianji Pavilion.
A dragnet was also unfolded quietly, not missing every corner because of the fire and smoke.
The monk who led the team had already broken into the important place of Qianji Pavilion. Even though the fire was raging, not a single bit of dust fell on him, just like a big umbrella holding up the rain curtain.
"Is this the secret that the Siling Magic Formation is trying to cover up?" Yin Feng raised his eyes and looked upwards, seeing a bottle of golden soldiers, as majestic as a mountain.
While thinking secretly in his heart, he unfolded his cold plum fan and released a blast of strong wind, killing the disciples of Qianji Pavilion who were covered in fire around him.
The young master specifically told Qianji Pavilion that there might be extraordinary weapons hidden there.
Unexpectedly.
This is true.
Yin Feng surrounded the Wangcang soldiers who were about to complete the project and marveled at it. From the Xuantian iron iron scattered everywhere, he knew that this project was not simple.
As the exploration deepened, he became more and more frightened. He felt that these bottles of soldiers were no less than the large spiritual weapon ship that the Yin family was proud of.
If it were really all cast.
This power cannot be underestimated!
Ordering the master of desperate situations to block the charge of these twelve soldiers? As soon as this thought came to mind, the fear lingering in Yin Feng's heart lingered for a long time.
But what shocked him even more was what happened next.
He knew that the Silky Spirit Array had a very strong suppressive effect on monks, so when he sneaked into Qianji Pavilion, he used all the magic weapons and did not use any of his own spiritual power.
But now I inhaled a little bit of the silver mist next to the soldier, and suddenly I found that the Baichuan meridians were shrinking a little, and my Dantian was also surging.
"You, go and take a look." Yin Feng covered his mouth and nose with his fan and forced a disciple from the Governor's Hall behind him to look forward.
As a result, before his hand reached into the pool of silver water, the skin peeled off quickly. In just two breaths, the disciple's right hand looked like a steamed prawn, bright red and dazzling.
But Yin Feng's expression suddenly changed, and a hidden arrow was suddenly launched. He narrowly dodged it, causing his disciple to be hit by the arrow and fall into the silver water, immediately turning into a skull.
Without thinking too hard, Yin Feng knew that this was Quantai, the arch-rival of the Governor, and he quickly reacted.
Both sides represented the most elite intelligence forces of Yongtai City and the Yin Clan in the Northern Territory. Neither of them were ruthless people who talked nonsense. No one spoke a word, and the battle suddenly began.
Li Chengfeng followed the crossbow arrows, but before he could reach him, a long sword with cold light pierced the fire and went straight towards Yin Feng.
The blazing fire reflected the mask on his face, as fierce as a ghost, and his eyes were as cold as ice. It seemed that the collapse of the whole world could not distract him, and the only enemy in front of him was the only one.
The corner of Yin Feng's mouth raised a cruel arc, and he fell back quickly. The cold plum fan in his hand instantly unfolded, and the plum blossom talismans on it lit up like a torch.
Hula——
Nine sharp gusts of wind came out in response.
While crushing the blacksmith's tools along the way, his momentum continued unabated and he hit the tip of Li Chengfeng's sword head-on, threatening to cut him and his sword into rubbish.
However, Li Chengfeng did not dodge and continued to stab with his sword.
He spread his arms sideways into a line, and after squeezing through the gaps of the nine gusts of wind, he pressed the hilt of the sword again with his left hand and stepped forward on the ground.
Don't want to die?
madman!
Yin Feng was horrified. He never expected that Li Chengfeng would dare to put himself in danger and risk being cut into pieces, but he would still deliver a fatal sword.
He galloped and flew upside down, only to see the dark and vicious eyes flashing under the mask, which were extremely fierce, and there was even more fear in his heart.
This guy is too brave!
He is absolutely willing to sacrifice his life to get himself seriously injured!
A thought flashed across his mind, and Yin Feng suddenly realized that he was visiting Qianji Pavilion just to explore military aircraft, and there was no need to fight for life and death.
So he roared and ordered the governor's disciples to come quickly to help.
As it turned out, the Twelve Killers of Quantai were no ordinary people. They didn't need Li Gufeng to give orders, and they worked in groups of three and two to quickly hold down the governor's disciples.
Even with the cooperation of the formation, most of the children of the Governor's Hall were captured in two rounds, but because they still had to interrogate information, they did not kill them all.
The cramped mercury workshop.
Suddenly they were plunged into a fierce fight.
The surrounding fire seemed to be incited, and the billowing heat wave continued to surge, forcing everyone around to retreat.
In fact, everyone also felt the fighting in the fire scene, but the fire was too strong, and they didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend, so they could only stand on the balcony and stare.
The scene was extremely strange.
No one knows the details.
A group of vigorous figures ignored the scorching fire, the falcons rose and fell, and they were inextricably killed.
Li Chengfeng was now forced into a blind corner and had no way to retreat. He turned over the plum fan and pushed forward suddenly, regardless of exposing his traces.
A biting gust of wind and snow immediately rushed out, and the originally graceful winter plum blossoms became alluring and frightening.
Take a closer look.
It was actually a pitch-black tentacle!
Li Chengfeng's narrow sword blade couldn't stop him at all, and he was instantly knocked back a hundred steps. He knelt down and drew a crescent sword energy across the sword.
He didn't wait for all the tentacles to be cut off, and moved away with his sword again. The sword rainbow became more solid with the fighting spirit, and the sound of hunting was heard.
But Yin Feng surprisingly didn't dodge anymore. Instead, he spread his cold plum fan flat, showing its sharp tip, and then slapped Li Chengfeng fiercely, taking advantage of the situation to fly into the air and flip over.
Want to escape?
It's not that simple!
At this time, Li Chengfeng could no longer hold back his sword, so he simply abandoned the sword with his right hand and immediately took out the dagger from his waist with his left hand. Like a spiritual snake, it followed Yin Feng and jumped into the air.
Bang!
The two fought in the air for more than a hundred rounds, and the momentum was exhausted. Then they exchanged punches, which landed on the shoulders of Wangcang soldiers. "You can't leave." Li Chengfeng said coldly.