Buzz!
Han Ming's Prisoner's Palace suppressed him, and he had just recovered a little spiritual power. This blow was obviously more solid than before, and it was also to cooperate with Tang Xingfeng.
Tang Xingfeng was able to stand up in this situation, Han Ming saw it, and as the supreme elder of the Tibetan Weapon Divine Sect, how could he be vague at the critical moment? This attack would give him everything he had!
"Damn it!"
Venerable Bei immediately sensed the terrifying power of this attack. If he didn't respond with all his strength, he might be trapped by the five-marked spiritual soldiers again.
The first time he got out of trouble, he spent a lot of spiritual energy to use his trump cards. Now, he didn't have the strength to get out of trouble the second time.
"roll!"
Venerable Bei had no choice but to give up rescuing the devil-hand Bai Gui, turned around and punched, using his spiritual power without hesitation!
Boom!
The spatial cracks spread ruthlessly like a spider web, and the power of the battle increased again.
Seeing this, the Demon Hand White Ghost did not dare to approach Master Bei anymore, but behind him, Tang Xingfeng dared to pursue him.
"Boy! This is a battle between the venerables. Do you dare to get close and seek death..."
The devil-hand white ghost cursed.
"Are you afraid? Even if you die, you must die first! Sixth Level Dragon Slash!"
Tang Xingfeng's six arms were spread out, and his physical strength was at its peak, like a humanoid beast. Although the spatial cracks on all sides affected him, they could not really hurt him.
The demon hand white ghost was stunned. Tang Xingfeng clearly penetrated a spatial crack directly, but his body only trembled, without any major impact.
His physical body can bear it.
"What kind of perversion is this!!"
The white ghost with the devil's hand is crying.
He had to carefully avoid the space cracks. Tang Xingfeng was charging rampantly. His speed was not as fast as Tang Xingfeng's, and Venerable Bei couldn't make a move. He was almost desperate.
The six swords rose like a silver dragon and strangled him from six tricky angles!
"Supernatural power, the Demon King's Gate!"
The White Ghost with Demonic Hands cannot dodge, so he can only resist.
He is indeed the most powerful protector in the Demon Palace. He instantly displayed four Demon King's Gates, and the four gates guarded him.
Boom boom boom!
The sword light fell on the huge black door!
The giant gates were shattered one after another, all four gates were shattered, and Tang Xingfeng's Six-layered Dragon Slash was also completely consumed.
"Nice turtle shell..."
Tang Xingfeng then took action again!
"Sixth Level Source Light Slash!"
This blow was extremely fast, with a flash of white light and it came in an instant.
"No……"
The devil's hand white ghost can't escape.
This is the combat power of the Half-Step Master, crushing him head-on.
The sword light penetrated his neck, chest, and limbs, cutting off his life.
The white ghost with devil's hands died!
"good!!"
In the distance, Lianchen Sect Leader was trembling with excitement. Tang Xingfeng had really done it. He killed the three great protectors of the Demon Palace and turned the situation around.
The Cangbing Shenzong was saved, how could Lianchen not be excited.
The breeze blew gently, and Tang Xingfeng stood in the void, never moving away.
At this time, Venerable Bei and Han Ming were still fighting evenly. Han Ming just got a chance to breathe and gradually regained his disadvantage.
On the contrary, Venerable Bei became more and more irritable. It should be noted that in order to avoid the eyes and ears of the major forces in the Central Continent, the Demon Palace secretly sent him to Eastern Xinjiang, which cost a lot of money.
But he couldn't attack for a long time, and even the four great guardians under him were lost one after another.
All this is because of Tang Xingfeng and Han Ming!
"Senior, if you hold this old ghost for a moment longer, I'll go and deal with those bastards from the Demon Palace."
Tang Xingfeng shouted.
The purpose of what he said was to influence Venerable Bei's mind. Sometimes, attacking the mind is better.
"Haha, little friend Tang Xingfeng, just go ahead and kill him. I will fight with all my strength to ensure that this person cannot escape."
Han Ming laughed loudly and said, "Lianchen, you bring the strong men of the sect to assist little friend Tang Xingfeng!"
"Yes, Supreme Elder."
Lianchen pulled out the Fire Dragon Spear, and for a moment he was filled with fighting spirit, "Elders, follow our sect to kill!"
"Kill! Kill!"
Lianchen led more than a dozen elders of the Tibetan Armed God Sect to attack.
Tang Xingfeng smiled slightly. This was better, as it reduced his burden. After all, there were nearly a thousand people alive on the side of the Demon Palace. If they were scattered, it would be troublesome to kill them.
Whoosh!
Tang Xingfeng flapped his wings and immediately joined the battle. The eight-arm magical power had been cancelled, and he wanted to control consumption.
"Thunder Current Slash!"
Tang Xingfeng slashed his sword, thunder and lightning raged, and all the people in the Demon Palace covered by the thunder net were mercilessly killed!
Most of these people are only in the Spirit Emperor realm, and there are not many Spirit Sects left, because Tang Xingfeng has killed a number of Spirit Sects before.
Lianchen and others also killed everyone.
"Get out of here!"
A protector of the Demon Palace shouted.
There is a hole above the void. It is different from the red ones in other places. It is the location of the breach in the Burning Sky Formation.
The people in the Demon Palace fled towards the hole one after another. For the current plan, they could only escape from the formation and the Tibetan Soldiers Sect. If they stayed, they would die in vain.
"Want to escape..."
Tang Xingfeng joked.
"The Yellow Spring Dead Wood Formation, open!"
Buzz!
Suddenly, mysterious ripples appeared in the sky, and those who fled toward the cave were all trapped in the formation, bound and unable to move.
Tang Xingfeng secretly arranged the Huangquan Dead Wood Formation half an hour ago. In just half an hour, if he wanted to set up a large formation covering the entire Tibetan Armed God Sect, it was obvious that he could not do it.
However, it is not difficult to just block the gap in the Burning Sky Formation with the Huangquan Dead Wood Formation.
"No!!!"
The people who escaped halfway to the Demon Palace were caught up and killed one after another.
"this……"
The leader of the Lianchen Sect was also amazed. When did a trap appear at the breach of the Burning Heaven Formation? And with his eyesight, he could naturally see that it was a fourth-grade trapped formation.
"Master Lianchen, don't be stunned, keep killing!"
Tang Xingfeng's spiritual sound transmission sounded in Lianchen's ears.
Lianchen took a deep look at Tang Xingfeng.
"kill!"
Below, the battle between the Venerables was fierce, especially Han Ming, who suppressed Venerable Bei at all costs, and his strength became weaker and weaker.
Lord Bei was injured and had very little spiritual power left. Fortunately, his physical body was strong enough and he had reached the spiritual threshold, so that he could continue to resist the suppression of the Palace of Prisoners.
Venerable Bei raised his head, his eyes darkened to the point of freezing.
How did the situation become like this? The Cangbing Shenzong side is massacring the Demon Palace side.
"Hahaha, Lord Demon Palace, our Tibetan Weapon Divine Sect is not made of clay..."
Han Ming laughed wildly and struck Venerable Bei hard.
Venerable Bei was very angry, but he understood that the more moments like this, the more he needed to calm down. As long as he defeated Han Ming, there was still room for recovery.
"There is no need to speak quickly, it will be of no use to me. Just be prepared to bear my anger..."
Venerable Bei's face was full of anger.
"Um?"
Han Mingming frowned. He didn't expect that Venerable Bei could punch so fast. This was the advantage of his strong body. Venerable Demon Palace was really strong.
Han Ming used his backhand to pop out several seals, and the phantom of the Prisoner's Palace grew larger again. However, Han Ming's face turned pale. He could no longer hold on any longer, and all he had left was his unyielding will to persevere.
He cannot fall.
The Cangbing Shenzong needs him to protect it.
