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117 Battle

The spiritual energy covers the sky, and all kinds of magic are vertical and horizontal. Thousands of monks circulate the spiritual energy one after another, and smash it towards Chen Feng, like the colorful clouds blooming in the sky, filling the sky. Disappear. ww╲w㊣ (⊙o⊙)…

Standing proudly among thousands of monks, Chen Feng danced like a thunderbolt, his whole body was like a silver dragon flying across the sky, his white robe crackled, and two groups of hot flames filled his body.

Wang Simiao came up from behind, and at some point there was a red long sword in his hand, and the murderous aura suddenly rose, and the five-color divine light shot straight into the sky, like a sharp long sword tearing through the encirclement, rushing into the crowd, and the situation changed for a while Under Wang Simiao's berserk attack, dozens of monks from various factions turned into balls of red blood, spilling blood into the air!

"What a domineering murderous look!" On the muddy ground, Yun Wuya's eyes were deep, looking at the long sword in Wang Simiao's hand, thoughtfully. What malice.

In mid-air, Chen Feng faced thousands of monks without any fear. The two flames turned into billowing heat waves, rampaging, and with the dancing of his hands, they scattered the immortal arts and the surrounding crowd, fighting together.

"If this kid hadn't committed the wrath of the public, he would be a great power in the future. With this courage and skill alone, I'm afraid there are few people in the younger generation in the inner region who can match him!" Tianyan looked at Chen Feng with agility. I feel a little regretful about my figure.

"Yeah, it's a pity..." Han Xiao sighed 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, the old man will do it for him. Go up and fight him!" Zhong Baichuan Looking straight at the long sword in Wang Simiao's hand, he turned his head and said to everyone after thinking about it.

"Mr. Zhong, I don't think you need to do it for me. I'll go!" Ever since the trip to Soul Land, Wang Ruoyu had completely separated from Zhong Baichuan. Seeing that Zhong Baichuan wanted to take advantage of this, he naturally couldn't would agree.

Hearing Wang Ruoyu and Zhong Baichuan's words, the others were unwilling to lag behind and stepped forward to help one after another. Only Yingfei smiled and kept silent, watching them all the time, while Yun Wuya beside Yingfei was thinking hard about something .

Flying hands, Zen sounds lingering, golden Zen sounds floating in the air like a gentle breeze, a phantom of a golden Buddha appeared beside Chen Feng from time to time, Chen Feng waved his big hand, golden palm prints flew out from his hands, and slammed into the surrounding monks fiercely .

Thousands of monks were all in the stage of transforming into babies. If they tried their best, killing Chen Feng would be a no-brainer, but everyone knew that Chen Feng must be captured alive, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!

Wang Simiao, like a wild beast out of the cage, rushed left and right, and there was no one under the knife. 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 relieved a lot. With his indestructible golden body, he could barely cope in the crowd, but the advantage of the two did not last long. When the monks of various sects gave way one after another, several figures rose from the ground and surrounded him tightly in an instant.

Wang Simiao's eyes flicked, and his yellow gown was stained with blood, and he looked extremely sturdy.

"Boy, your opponent is me!" Tianyan was dressed up, looked at Wang Simiao solemnly, grabbed the void with one hand, and a giant sword as tall as a person appeared in the palm of his hand. It's compelling, and you can tell it's not ordinary at a glance.

"Tianyan, this kid is so weird, I'd better let the old man try him for you!" Zhong Baichuan said with a chuckle, his eyes greedily staring at the red long sword in Wang Simiao's hand, and he didn't forget ### when he smiled strangely ### Some dry lips.

"Come up if you want to die, no need to talk nonsense!" Wang Simiao looked at the people coldly, the long sword in his hand flashed a strange red glow, and without any external force, it let out bursts of cheerful sword cries, even several people present People can feel the bloodthirsty excitement of the long sword amidst the loud and clear sword cries.

"It's really a good sword!" Han Xiao heard the sound of the sword, looked up and down the long sword in astonishment for a while, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right, I didn't expect this red sword to actually have a sword soul. This kind of artifact, in the hands of a brat, is simply cruel!" Surpassing the others, now seeing the drinking blood in Wang Simiao's hand actually making a sword cry, and letting everyone feel its mood, this kind of artifact, even in his own family, is only one or two pieces.

"Hand over the long sword, and spare your life!" Different from the others, Wang Ruoyu had a look of surprise on his face after hearing the sound of the sword, and immediately stopped talking nonsense, and moved towards Wang Simiao.

Several people were slightly taken aback, they didn't expect Wang Ruoyu to attack directly regardless of their status, so without calling, several people shot almost at the same time, flying towards Wang Simiao one after another.

Wang Simiao's brows were furrowed. Although he was a powerful emperor, it was still very difficult for him to deal with Wang Ruoyu, Zheng Min, Tianyan, Han Xiao and Zhong Baichuan at the same time. In desperation, Wang Simiao could only shout loudly, and the five-color spiritual energy on his body shook , Protect yourself and take a defensive posture!

The book is divided into two ends, and Wang Simiao was besieged by everyone, let alone!On the other hand, let’s talk about Chen Feng.

Several great emperors surrounded Wang Simiao, and the other monks who were chased by Wang Simiao were finally relieved and looked at Wang Simiao who was like a beast with lingering fear, then adjusted their emotions and continued to charge towards Chen Feng.

Without Wang Simiao's help, Chen Feng's pressure doubled, and he was in danger several times in just half an hour. If it weren't for these monks not daring to seriously injure himself, coupled with the protection of the immortal golden body, I am afraid that he would have been bombarded here There are no bones left!

Wen Qing stood on the ground with a pale face, seeing Chen Feng brushing shoulders with death again and again, her heart jumped out of her chest.

"Master!" Feiyu's expression was also very ugly. Ever since she saw something she shouldn't have seen in the cave last time, Feiyu seemed to have a little more inexplicable affection for Chen Feng. She couldn't tell if she was She fell in love with this stubborn man, but she knew that she shouldn't have such extraordinary feelings for the man of the sect master!

Wenqing didn't seem to hear Feiyu's words, she stared intently at Chen Feng in mid-air, when one after another spiritual energy hit Chen Feng's side, bursting into a brilliant look, Wenqing felt like she was going to collapse, she just wanted to Rush forward, no matter life or death, keep fighting with Chen Feng.

Reaching out to support the precarious interrogation, Feiyu burst into tears at the moment, her heart hurts, and she is also worried about Chen Feng, but she knows that at this moment, there is a woman who loves Chen Feng more and needs to be taken care of by herself. What I can do is to prevent Wen Qing from being dazzled by the scene in front of me, and rush to die!

The powerful celestial technique exploded around him, and Chen Feng's qi and blood surged from the shock. Before Chen Feng could react, another fiery red flame struck behind him!

"Break it for me!" With a roar, Chen Feng slapped his backhand, and the faint blue fire suddenly burst out, like the raging waves of purgatory that seduce the soul. skyrim.

The divine rainbow was rolling, and Chen Feng was surrounded by thousands of monks, like a clown, randomly scattered all kinds of immortal spells that flew towards him.Without Wang Simiao's help, Chen Feng could only support himself, but he no longer had the ability to fight back.

Look at Wang Simiao again!At this moment, Wang Simiao was besieged by several great emperors, and it was also dangerous. Although the blood in his hands was dancing, it was difficult to pose a real threat to the few great emperors. It seemed that at this moment, the balance of victory had gradually tilted. The failure of Wang Simiao and Chen Feng is only a matter of time.

The passage of time ###, before you know it, an hour has passed.

Facing the violent bombardment of thousands of monks, Chen Feng's physical strength had reached its limit. His whole body was covered with scars and bloodstains, as if his spiritual energy might be exhausted at any time.The same is true for Wang Simiao. At this moment, Wang Simiao was beaten by several great emperors and could only defend himself. Blood kept slipping down the corners of his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and waved the long sword in his hand desperately. Not as flexible as before, and the five-color spiritual energy on his body also appears and disappears from time to time, as if disappearing at any time!

By this time, it can be said that the outcome has been decided. If there is no accident, it is difficult for Chen Feng and Wang Simiao to hold on for more than half an hour.

Wen Qing gently closed her eyes, and limp into Fei Yu's embrace. Needless to say, the next ending, I believe everyone present could see it clearly. Qiu Shuijian, she is waiting, waiting for the moment when Chen Feng is defeated, she will kill herself and accompany Chen Feng on the road.

All the cultivators standing in front of the teleportation stone looked hopeful of victory. Yingfei shook his head, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. It seemed that he could not kill Chen Feng with his own hands, which was always a pity for him.

Since the beginning of the battle, Yun Wuya has been thinking hard about something, and seems to have forgotten the hatred between him and Chen Feng. Now seeing that Wang Simiao may die at any time, Yun Wuya frowned anxiously, Mouth something.

But... just when everyone thought that the overall situation was settled, a sigh suddenly came from the distant sky. An indescribable strange feeling.

Hearing this sigh, the monks of the Great Emperor were taken aback for a moment. At the same time, they stopped their hands and looked towards the distant sky. It seemed that they all felt a trace of uneasiness and heart palpitations at the same time as this sigh sounded!

After a short pause, Chen Feng closed his eyes weakly and panted heavily. Wang Simiao also reached out to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth exhaustedly, 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 in the eyes of everyone staring, in the distant sky, suddenly two figures slowly appeared, an old man with a wry smile on his face, holding a five or six-year-old girl in his hand, walking in the drizzle like this, accompanied With the breeze, he walked towards the crowd step by step from the air...

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