At this time, Murong Xue's side also successfully killed a large number of monks who were besieging them, completely destroying the morale of the two middle-level sects, and they scattered like birds and beasts, fearing that they would not be able to escape.
The two people who had surpassed the level of perfect pill formation woke up once during this period. Seeing this miserable situation, they couldn't help but fainted and died, making those who protected them scream.
"The situation is over, let's evacuate!" Mu Xia Gong secretly discussed with several monks from the Mu Tian Sect who had completed the formation of pills for a while, and then immediately issued the order to evacuate.
As a result, those monks who were still fighting gave up their last breath, turned around and fled, not daring to fight any longer.
Naturally, Murong Xue and Han Feng would not show any mercy, and kept hunting down their group of stragglers, trying to annihilate them all as much as possible.
But there were too many of them, and the battlefield coverage was too large. Those pill-forming monks wanted to escape and used various means to suppress the situation, but they were able to escape less than half, especially those pill-forming perfection monks. About half of them escaped.
At this moment, Han Feng was eyeing the two leaders. Although they had already escaped far away under the protection of many monks who completed the pill formation, they still had to direct the remaining people to escape, so they did not use teleportation. Talisman, so he still couldn't escape his detection, and he locked the position after a while.
Han Feng's movement was like lightning and his speed was as fast as thunder. In less than ten breaths, he crossed most of the battlefield, arrived at the edge area, and successfully overcame this group of people.
"What's wrong, this guy is chasing me!" A monk who had perfected the alchemy process said in horror. He immediately took out a teleportation talisman and was about to use it, but was stopped by another person.
"What are you afraid of? He is not a psychic master. He is at least a half-step psychic level. With so many of us, we can always stop him!" Another person sneered.
However, just as this person finished speaking, Han Feng appeared in front of the group of them. Without any extra words, he immediately used the Sword Element Code, thousands of sword shadows flashed out, and slashed towards them. .
There were twelve of them, all of whom were at the perfect level of pill formation. At this moment, they didn't have time to think too much, so they all took out various top-quality magic weapons and attacked them.
Unfortunately, after just one encounter, the light of their top-quality magic weapon was instantly destroyed, and the magic weapon itself was also beaten back, leaving it completely powerless to resist.
"Too strong, invincible, let's go!" A monk from the back of the group, a monk who had perfected the alchemy process, shouted quickly and immediately took the old man from Muxia Palace and fled. Mu Tianzong also spared no effort and evacuated urgently.
However, it's too late now!
Han Feng's sword shadow was like a tide, flooding over them in the blink of an eye. In an instant, he killed the eight pill-forming cultivators standing in front without even a bubble emerging.
The previously rampant monk who had perfected the pill formation screamed and fell, turning into a ball of blood mist and disappearing without a trace.
Han Feng's people followed the sword and kept pressing forward. The sword was like a cage weighed down by tens of thousands of mountains, sealing off all directions and blocking the way of several people behind.
"What should we do?" The four monks who were protecting the two leaders were panicked. Although they still used various magic weapons to defend themselves, they were no match for Han Feng. The defenses were broken down layer by layer. How long will it take before they are bound to be defeated by the sword shadow?
Just at this moment, the two figures who had surpassed the level of perfect pill formation woke up one after another. When they saw this situation, they did not care about their own injuries, and they used the bleeding ritual technique to stimulate their potential and activate their respective abilities again. The half-step psychic treasure lit up with endless light, one red and one blue, as if ice and fire were combined, and its power was so great that it poured out like a rolling sea, blocking Han Feng's thousands of sword shadows.
The two forces collided fiercely, making a loud rumbling sound. Horrifying invisible fluctuations spread out, the void shattered, and thousands of black cracks appeared, like spider webs, densely packed, accompanied by hissing electric light. .
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two leaders each took out a very high-grade teleportation talisman. With a flick of it, layers of crystal light filled the air, wrapping all six of them, and they were about to teleport away.
How could Han Feng let them escape? Without saying a word, he used the sword technique in his hands, and thousands of sword shadows suddenly merged into a giant sword. The protective shield formed by the psychic treasure broke through, and with a loud bang, the six people were successfully killed. The blood rushed out like waves and spread all over the sky. The extremely terrifying power wiped out the void.
Han Feng flicked his long sleeves, and he took away all their storage rings.
All this is a long story. In fact, only ten breaths of time passed before Han Feng wiped out the strongest combined force of Mu Xiagong and Mu Tianzong in one fell swoop.
He didn't have any emotional fluctuations and didn't stop. He turned around and left. In an instant, he returned to the battlefield and continued to kill the fleeing enemies.
Moreover, like Murong Xue, he specially selects those strong men to kill, and he kills them accurately. No one can escape from his hands.
However, as time went by, some enemies had fled thousands of miles away, and even with the continuous use of teleportation talismans, he and Murong Xue were unable to catch up, so they had no choice but to give up.
Less than half an hour later, the entire battlefield that spread nearly a thousand miles was swept away. Except for about 20% of the enemies who fled, no one survived here. They all died at the hands of Han Feng and Murong Xue.
Although they are only 80% enemies, there are still nearly 4,000 people. You can imagine what level of strength the two of them have reached, and they can already ignore the crowd tactics.
No wonder the middle-level sects must have the presence of spiritual masters, otherwise they will not be recognized by the main sects. This is the reason.
For the same reason, the psychic ancestors of Mu Xia Gong and Mu Tian Sect did not accompany the expedition because they were afraid that other middle-level sects in the surrounding areas would take advantage of them and cause great damage to their base camp.
Theoretically speaking, the psychic master is a sign that a medium-sized sect can be established. Whether it rises or falls depends entirely on him.
From the beginning to the end, the protective light curtain of the three-leaf gate was not removed. Even if they heard the continuous screams from all around, they did not dare to take it lightly for fear of being deceived.
Until now, the whole place became quiet, and they used their soul power to explore with lingering fear, and suddenly found two lights and shadows, one gold and one green, flying back quickly.
The light converged, revealing their faces. They were Han Feng and Murong Xue.
"It's the two of them? How is this possible?!" Qiu Dongren and Situ Kong from Sanyemen looked at each other from a distance, both feeling shocked, like a bolt from the blue.
"Just the two of them defeated the entire joint team of Mu Xia Palace and Mu Tian Sect?" Li Muxuan of Xuanqing Sect was filled with disbelief, and he obviously didn't believe the result.
