On the scorched black ground tens of thousands of meters away from the Blood Gate, a red figure was running at an extremely fast speed.
It's almost as if everything in front of Ling Feng will be thrown behind him at the moment he sees it. The profound energy in the Ling Palace flows rapidly in every meridian, just like the rolling waves in the river.
It's a hundred meters away from the toilet.
Moreover, while running, Ling Feng still had Xuanyuan appearing on his hands. In just a few seconds, it would turn into white flakes and fly away in the wind, followed by two more.
Ling Feng tried his best to recover the profound energy he had consumed while running. Otherwise, it would be bad if he was stopped when he arrived at Mengmen, or too much time was wasted.
He was very aware of the situation on both sides. There were only twenty-one people from the Blood Sect, and maybe eighteen of them could barely stop the five or six disciples from the Third Sect.
Then the remaining three members must be shouldered by Luo Qianqiu and Nan Ziyi. With Luo Qianqiu and the others' crazy energy, they must fight desperately to buy more time for Ling Feng.
But even if they play the best case scenario, they will only be delayed for about an hour. The blood gate can only withstand for an hour, and the journey is an hour, so maybe only three hours are left for Ling Feng!
But you have to know that the Xuanwen formation on the city gate will take an hour even if the six highest combat powers of the three gates join forces. Even if Lingfeng is against the sky, it will take three hours. If he wants to squeeze out more time, he can only come from
Start with the journey.
Ling Feng's expression was extremely solemn, and the sweat had just come out of his pores before he disappeared into the hurricane. He relied on his monster-like powerful body to withstand the waves of profound energy. If an ordinary warrior, his meridians would have been cut off.
He was able to persevere thanks to his long-term physical training.
At this time, Ling Feng's speed became faster and faster, turning into a red phantom and passing through the ground, shocking some of the disciples who happened to bump into it.
"Who is that? What you are practicing is not the martial art of the sect."
"It seems to be Ling Feng."
"But the Blood Gate is still besieged by the three gates. Why did he run out alone? And that direction is probably the Meng Gate."
Two Shuras in blue clothes stood on the slope and stared in surprise at the figure that disappeared in the distance in the blink of an eye.
The two young disciples stood puzzled for a while, then suddenly looked at each other and said in unison: "Counterattack!"
As soon as the words fell, the two young Shura excitedly jumped down the hillside and followed Ling Feng in the direction where he disappeared. Holding the Image Transmission Stone in their hands, they excitedly informed their companions of the news.
In just a few minutes, the inner sect who had not yet practiced
The disciples all knew the news and immediately set off to rush to Mengmen, everyone was in a roaring crowd.
Some people in several resource points in the inner sect picked up the teleportation stone and looked at it. When they learned that Ling Feng had left the Blood Gate and was preparing to launch a counterattack, he did not hesitate to lead all his companions to evacuate the resource points, making it cheaper for the clever ones who had just arrived.
people.
For the three sects, a few hours of resource points are nothing compared to the tokens of the entire sect. Although there is only one person, no one will underestimate Ling Feng's combat power. If the sect master does not come back, no one can stop him.
Although the intelligence indicated that Ling Feng had gone to the Mengmen, who knew whether he would change his mind, so all the three sects rushed towards their own city with their people.
Because Ling Feng's movements affected all the disciples in the inner sect who had not fully entered the state of cultivation, a large number of people flocked to Mengmen from all directions, and those who were closer arrived in a short time, and those who were faster than them were of course
He is from Mengmen.
I saw the tall Meng Wentian and some Mengmen disciples lined up in front of the city gate, exactly thirty of them.
They were all alert to the movements around them and turned a blind eye to the disciples who kept coming. There was no trace of profound energy fluctuations on their bodies. However, they were truly powerful people above the fifth level of Tongxuan realm, and they were among the best among the younger generation.
The presence.
There are two more people with the highest combat power waiting here, namely Meng Wentian of the eighth level of Tongxuan and another hall master. As the crowd increased, some discussions began to appear in the surroundings. Some disciples glanced at the two-meter-high
Meng Wentian asked softly.
"Why did Ling Feng choose the Meng sect, which is the strongest among the three sects?"
"Because Meng Wentian fought against Ling Feng ten days ago! He was defeated. Ling Feng understands him and has the most confidence! And even the Meng family doesn't know whether it is him or not."
Naturally, these sounds were easily heard by the Tongxuan strongman. Meng Wentian habitually held his hands in front of his chest. When he heard the word "defeated", he let out a cold snort in his throat, feeling a little unhappy.
He glanced at the disciple who exposed him.
The disciple was not afraid at all, and grinned. Meng Wentian would not be angry over such a trivial matter. He looked at the scorched earth in the distance and said calmly: "When he comes later, you go up first."
"good."
The other people in Mengmen immediately agreed that too many people would affect Meng Wentian's performance. Once the latter fights with a person of Lingfeng's level, he must not be distracted. With their strength, they cannot intervene to cause any effective impact on Lingfeng.
Attack, so it is undoubtedly the best choice for them to consume it first.
As time went by, in just over ten minutes, more than two hundred inner sect disciples gathered near Mengmen, and there were also
On the road, there were more people but fewer voices talking. They all took out maps and estimated how long it would take for Ling Feng to come.
Among Jimen, Yuanmen, and Mengmen, Jimen is the farthest, followed by Mengmen, and finally Yuanmen. The twenty-fifth gate, Yuanmen, is about ten minutes shorter than Mengmen, and the direction is in
The left side of Mengmen.
This also makes people wonder if Ling Feng will go there. After all, there are two Mengmen who are at the eighth level of Tongxuan who are not so easy to mess with. After more than twenty minutes, there is no movement at all from Yuanmen.
There were also no disciples on the road, which also made people certain that Ling Feng’s target was Mengmen!
There were already more than 300 disciples near Mengmen. The atmosphere was heavy and everyone was paying attention to the area. Mengmen didn't even dare to take a breath. Their brains were running fast, simulating the battle with Lingfeng over and over again.
.
Meng Wentian kept looking in the direction of the Blood Gate, which was on the right side of the city gate. He had fought against Ling Feng before, and knew that with Ling Feng's speed, it would probably come in ten minutes.
But for some reason, a very small figure suddenly jumped out from under the skyline, and headed straight towards Mengmen. The speed was so fast that it increased a lot in the blink of an eye. The familiar blood-colored mysterious energy was the spiritual energy.
maple!
"he came."
Meng Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands in front of his chest and whispered, this speed was much faster than last time, Ling Feng did not use all his strength to fight him.
His words made many people's hearts skip a beat, didn't they? Although I didn't believe it in my heart, when I followed Meng Wentian's gaze and saw the rapidly approaching figure in the distance, my pupils shrank.
Lingfeng is really here!
After more than thirty minutes of traveling, the profound energy fluctuations in Ling Feng's body not only did not weaken, but became stronger, completely climbing to the peak, and the mysterious energy in both hands disappeared one after another.
The Ling Palace could no longer hold any more profound energy, and all the refined profound energy was pulled directly out of the body by Ling Feng. With its powerful control over the profound energy, it was held tightly and moved with Ling Feng.
His eyes pierced through the scarlet blood energy and fell on the Mengmen City a thousand meters away, and his eyes also turned into blood eyes.
Then he took another step to shorten the distance to the last 900 meters. The Xuanyuan in both hands disappeared, replaced by a golden long sword and a wider red long sword. Behind him was a sword with a range of nearly 100 meters.
The blood-colored sea of clouds was rolling and roaring.
The disciples near Mengmen City finally saw the rumored Ling Feng, and even saw the sea of profound energy clouds behind Ling Feng, and couldn't help but be stunned.
His hair is like blood, his sword is like light, he can destroy the city by himself!