Their group of senior leaders were discussing secretly. Some wanted to surrender, some wanted to fight, and some even worried that this was a deceptive trick by the other side, trying to win over the enemy without a fight and completely undermine the fighting morale of the Eastern Seven Branches.
After arguing for a long time, the senior officials of their Dongqi branch could not come to a conclusion, until Mu Xia Gong and Mu Tianzong lost their patience and directly issued an ultimatum, stating that they would only give one stick of incense and they would not wait until it was too late. , immediately launched a general attack and flattened the Sanyemen.
Many alchemy-forming monks in the East Seven Branches had no choice but to decide whether to fight or surrender by voting on the nine great monks who had completed the alchemy-forming process!
Soon, the results came out.
war!
And the seven great monks agreed. The reason is very simple. Their East Seven Branch had killed too many disciples of these two middle-level sects before, and their hatred was deep. If they became prisoners of Muxia Palace and Mutian Sect, they would definitely be in trouble. The end will be tragic, even worse than death. In war, the enemy's words are not worth trusting at all!
"Since you don't know what's good and what's wrong, and you don't eat and drink as a penalty, then don't blame us for being rude. Everyone in Muxia Palace obeyed the order and attacked with all their strength. They broke the Laoshizi defensive circle for me and leveled the Three-leaf Gate. , Annihilate all the seven branches of the East!" The white-haired and child-like great monk from Muxia Palace, with a face as cold as the cold sky, issued such an order in a cold voice.
The great monk from the Mutian Sect wearing a colorful crown also gritted his teeth and said: "All the disciples of the Mutian Sect, please stop hiding and tuck me in. Use all your means. I will give you many times the reward after you succeed." To compensate, kill!”
After receiving the order, thousands of monks from these two mid-level sects immediately took action. Various talismans, secret treasures, and even condensed into formations to perform various powerful moves. The three-color light curtain of the three-leaf gate banged loudly. Various ripples were heard constantly, as if they were about to completely crack at any moment.
"What a big tone. Just three or two of you cats and dogs want to destroy the Three-leaf Gate. What a wishful thinking!" At this critical moment, two lights and shadows suddenly appeared in the distance, and a huge voice rumbled. Come here and resound throughout the world.
Astonishingly, it was Han Feng’s voice!
He and Murong Xue were like two sharp knives, slicing in at extremely fast speeds, whipping up wind and clouds all over the sky. Countless cracks in the space spread out with violent sounds. They easily killed a large number of monks, leaving the disciples of Mu Xia Gong and Mu Tian Sect behind. Had to retreat.
The purpose of Han Feng and Murong Xue was not to eliminate these low-level Guiyuan monks. After charging directly into the enemy formation, they immediately dispersed and specifically selected and killed those with fake elixir or above.
For the two of them, let alone those who were in the fake alchemy realm, even those in the alchemy realm could not block any of their attacks. They fell one after another, exploding into clouds of blood and mist, making loud noises that shook the sky and shook all directions.
The great monks of Mu Xia Palace and Mu Tian Sect were so shocked that they dispersed their soul power to look back. When they saw this scene, they couldn't help but be horrified.
"Damn it, the psychic master came out of nowhere!" The old man from Muxia Palace was horrified. He flicked his sleeves, cursed secretly, and immediately ordered all the monks to stop attacking the Sanyemen. They all gathered together and started attacking one after another. He continued to launch fierce attacks on Han Feng and Murong Xue, and violent energy rushed towards them like a tide.
Before Han Feng could take action, Murong Xue's eyes were as bright as lightning. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and a giant lightsaber appeared. It was three thousand feet in size, like a mountain range, sweeping across all directions, easily flattening the opponent's large attack. They also defeated a large number of enemy monks.
The old man from Muxia Palace and the man wearing a crown from Mutian Sect quickly moved to resist. Each took out a half-step spiritual treasure, and also shot out two 3,000-foot-long weapon shadows, one for a halberd and the other for a halberd. With the gun, Murong Xue was attacked from both sides.
With a twist of Murong Xue's wrist, the sword light became more powerful, easily blocking two of the opponent's attacks and shattering the phantoms of their condensed weapons in an instant.
Moreover, the sword light expanded and hit them hard like a prehistoric beast. Even if they had half a step of spiritual treasure protection, they had no resistance and were immediately knocked away.
The two people felt like they were struck by lightning, spurting out a mouthful of blood. Their faces were pale, and they were so angry that they couldn't even resist Murong Xue's blow.
"Elder Luo!" Several people with perfect elixir formation from Muxia Palace flew over, caught the old man, and took him away from the battlefield immediately.
"Elder Du!" Several of the Mu Tian Sect's alchemy-perfecting figures also did the same. They protected the man wearing the crown and left quickly.
Murong Xue ignored the fate of the two of them. With the big sword in his hand, he attacked enemies from all directions, and no one could resist.
Han Feng also took action, without taking out the broken sword. He raised his hand and made a fist, and struck repeatedly. With just a few punches, he killed seven or eight Danjie monks who were besieged by the enemy, and countless others were seriously injured.
"Bang bang bang..."
The rest of the cultivators at the Guiyuan level were also killed by the aftermath of his fist. They fell to the ground below like dumplings one by one, with blood flowing into rivers and evil energy rising to the sky.
"Run away..." Mu Xiagong shouted from someone unknown and evacuated one step ahead.
In an instant, the monks around this man dispersed one after another, no longer willing to fight.
Han Feng had no expression on his face and took one step forward. In just a moment, he caught up with these monks. He entered and exited three times. As if he was in a deserted place, he killed more than 200 monks in less than ten breaths, including three knotted monks. Dan level character.
"Brothers, we are all going to die anyway. We can't run away anymore, otherwise we will be annihilated!" A Danjie monk shouted loudly, and immediately stopped the disintegration of their team and reorganized an army of hundreds of monks. There was a crackling attack on Han Feng.
Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, their combination did not work at all. Han Feng blocked their attacks with one punch, and then joined the flock like a tiger, but they were scattered and difficult to destroy with one blow.
Therefore, he took out a large stack of ninth-grade talismans and spread them out like a goddess scattering flowers, beating the Guiyuan monks until they ran away with their heads in their hands, screaming in agony.
The power of the ninth-grade talisman is very strong. Even if a fake elixir man confronts it, he will feel a lot of pressure. In just a few breaths, those Guiyuan monks will suffer heavy casualties.
As for the leading pill-forming monks, Han Feng paid close attention to them, chased them one by one, and shot them to death with claps.
"Escape..."
Someone among the monks who had not yet been affected shouted loudly, causing their morale to collapse again, and a large number of monks began to flee.
Han Feng knew that he could not kill them all. In fact, he had never thought about it, as long as he defeated them.
He wandered around the battlefield, specifically selecting those pill-forming monks to attack, and killed each one with one palm. In less than a quarter of an hour, he killed thirty-one pill-forming monks one after another, including one who had perfected the pill-forming process. Great monk.
