According to Han Feng's strategy, they must feed war with war, otherwise they will not be able to sustain themselves.
The excited voices of the senior officials also sounded in the big black dragon. Hearing Han Feng's voice showed that Han Feng survived, which shocked their spirits and boosted their morale.
At this moment, a flash of blue light appeared, and Han Feng's figure suddenly appeared next to Murong Xue. They were only a few feet away from each other. Her sword energy detoured on its own without harming Han Feng at all.
"You're here." Murong Xue glanced at Han Feng and said calmly.
"You are so cold. Your husband and I have traveled a hundred thousand miles to come here, and you are still acting like this?" Han Feng grinned.
"You're busy. You don't have any arms or legs, so why are you so enthusiastic?" Murong Xue rolled her eyes and said angrily.
At this time, Murong Xue had sealed off an area of several thousand feet, and no one could hear the two of them playing tricks. Although it was a bit unusual, they were indeed talking about love.
Han Feng said "Hey!" with a proud look on his face, and said quickly: "I killed two psychic masters, and that's not enough!"
"I guess you did it through opportunistic sneak attacks. There is nothing to be proud of. Junior brother, you have to keep working hard, otherwise you will be far away from me!" A smile appeared at the corner of Murong Xue's mouth, and she turned to glance at him.
"Senior sister, it's amazing how humorous she has become after not seeing you for a day!" Han Feng said with a smile.
In fact, he knew in his heart that Murong Xue could bicker and tease him, which showed that she was very happy in her heart. After all, it was rare for her character to have such a change.
Murong Xue ignored Han Feng and concentrated on activating the sword technique, condensing tens of thousands of lightsabers, whizzing back and forth, causing those weapons formed by blood to retreat and collapse.
However, the group of people on Xuantian Mountain persisted, showing no signs of stopping. They continued to activate the Ten Thousand Blood Technique, and with the help of the original power of Xuantian Mountain, they blocked Murong Xue's attack without being broken.
"These grandsons haven't surrendered yet. It seems like they won't give up unless we let them see the truth!" Han Feng thought to himself, and immediately took out two sharp knives, the crystal light was shining and extremely dazzling.
This is the natal psychic treasure of Tie Xiao, the ancestor of Mutian Sect. On the way here, he refined these two sharp knives and became his exclusive possession.
At first, the two sharp swords resisted fiercely, and even took the initiative to transform into two giant pythons to attack Han Feng. However, under the pressure of the broken sword, they had no choice but to give in and successfully became Han Feng's powerful weapon.
At this moment, with a thought in his mind, the two sharp knives flew out. The crystal light shot out like lightning, pulling out long ravines in the void. The darkness was like ink, sweeping in all directions and condensing the Xuantian Mountain. All the blood weapons that came out were defeated.
"boom……"
The two sharp knives hit Xuantian Mountain almost at the same time, causing it to shake continuously, and screams were heard from inside. Apparently, a large number of the monks who maintained the formation on this mountain were killed.
"How, how do you, how do you have Patriarch Tie Xiao's natal psychic treasure?!" The man who had been presiding over the Xuantian Mountain formation was extremely surprised.
"Hmph, you don't believe it after I told you. Your ancestor has been killed by me. You'd better surrender quickly, otherwise you will be buried with him!" Han Feng shouted fiercely.
"Impossible. As far as I know, you are only at the same level as me and a half-step psychic. How could you possibly kill my ancestor? You are deliberately disrupting the morale of our army. You are really vicious and should be punished!" The host! The person from the Xuantian Mountain Formation immediately retorted plausibly.
At the same time, he also used secret techniques to isolate Han Feng's voice so that the people on the mountain could not hear it.
The reason is very simple, that is, he does not want everyone to know the true situation of his ancestor. Although he does not know whether what Han Feng said is true or false, judging from the two natal psychic treasures, it is probably true.
At this time, he could only persist, otherwise the Mu Tian Sect would really be wiped out. Even if they would not die, the sect was damaged. What was the difference between living and dying? Instead of surviving like a zombie, it was better to fight to the end. With a little strength, he will fight to the end with Tianlongmen.
Han Feng didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw him cast a spell to block his voice, he immediately said no more. While controlling the two sharp knives to attack Xuantian Mountain, he took out the broken sword, injected three kinds of power, and immediately shot out a hundred feet of white light, slashing with one sword. When it came out, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the void, and it rushed towards Xuantian Mountain like a prehistoric beast.
"Bang bang bang..."
Various strange sounds filled the air and shook the surrounding areas. Under the joint efforts of Han Feng and Murong Xue, the Xuantian Mountain shook non-stop, with all kinds of strange lights flashing, colorful and brilliant.
The Ten Thousand Blood Techniques used by the people on Xuantian Mountain were finally unable to withstand the fierce attack of the two of them, and collapsed one after another. A large number of monks died one after another inside, which could be described as an endless stream, and screams continued.
"Half-Ancestor, let's surrender. If we continue like this, our sect will really be wiped out!" Someone shouted in Xuantian Mountain, obviously not wanting to die.
"Shut up, our elite men are still in that spiritual land. As long as they are still there, our Mu Tian Sect will not die!" The man in charge of the formation roared. As he spoke, he suddenly turned around and pointed. , shot out a bright red beam, spanning a distance of several thousand feet, directly killing the shouting fake elixir man, shocking everyone.
At this time, there were still more than a hundred pill-forming monks left on the mountain. Some people frowned involuntarily when they saw this situation, but they dared not speak out in anger, and no one spoke out to stop them.
"Hmph, let me continue to cast spells to stabilize this formation. I'm telling you, as long as we persist for a while, we will win!" The man who presided over the formation had red eyes and snorted heavily, looking around at them. lock up.
But at this moment, another fake elixir man shouted: "Half-ancestor, didn't you see or hear? Our ancestor can't come back! Without the psychic master, we still can't come back." How long can you resist!"
"What are you talking about? It seems that you are impatient. Die!" The man was so angry that he pointed his finger again and shot out a beam of light, blasting the fake elixir man into powder.
"Half-Ancestor, you..." Several fake alchemists stood up in unison and glared at this man.
"If you want to rebel, you will all die!" The man in charge of the formation sneered, and took action again, killing all four of the fake elixir men.
"Half-Ancestor, he's crazy, he's crazy, let's run away!" Someone yelled, retreated from the formation, and ran away in panic.
Like a stone thrown into a lake with surging undercurrents, it immediately sets off layers of waves, rippling endlessly. ()
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