"Shen Chenfeng, stop!"
"Suffer death!"
The disciples of the six major forces rushed towards Shen Chenfeng like a tide.
"Hold them off."
An elder shouted loudly, and dozens of disciples from Wanjian Mountain immediately rushed forward to greet him.
The light of swords and shadows, the bloody storm.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of disciples from Wanjian Mountain were dead or injured.
"And then on."
The elder shouted again, and dozens of disciples rushed forward without saying a word.
But in front of the torrent of the six major forces, they had no resistance at all, and were torn apart and shattered in an instant.
Shen Chenfeng lowered his head slightly and watched quietly as the blood on the ground gathered into slender rivers. Under the dazzling sunshine, instead of feeling any warmth, it was filled with endless coldness and desolation.
Before that, those disciples of Wanjian Mountain, like him, were all practitioners of flesh and blood.
But now, with the attack of the six major forces, they have all turned into cold corpses.
Shen Chenfeng's heart instantly became cold.
Even if he was reborn, his heart had never been as cold as it was at this moment.
"Chen Chenfeng, the gap in the sword array will be closed soon."
"Without further ado, let's go."
Seeing Shen Chenfeng stop, the elder whispered.
Shen Chenfeng nodded, having no time to be sentimental.
His body flashed and flew forward again.
Countless disciples of Wanjian Mountain crossed Shen Chenfeng and fought forward to clear a path for him.
A vast battle ensued.
The powerful sword energy, the fierce sword light, the cold fist intention, all kinds of power gathered together, making the world tremble.
Heaven and earth are full of torrents of fighting.
A battle centered on Shen Chenfeng intensified.
No one thought that this operation to annihilate Wanjian Mountain would actually revolve around an ordinary inner disciple.
But now is not the time to think about this.
Under the encirclement and suppression by the six major forces, the disciples of Wanjian Mountain suffered heavy casualties.
Soon, there were only a few disciples following Shen Chenfeng.
"Brothers, now is the time for us to take action."
The elder who was giving orders just now suddenly sighed and said calmly.
"bring it on."
"These beasts are trying to kill my Wanjian Mountain disciples. If it weren't for protecting Shen Chenfeng, I would have been unable to resist taking action."
"Today, brothers can fight side by side again."
Dozens of elders took a deep breath, and their whole bodies were filled with fighting spirit.
Waiting for the next moment, they all rushed out.
The unparalleled sword energy actually cut a passage through the dense crowd.
"Shen Chenfeng, let's leave quickly."
Punishment elder Guan Hong, with Shen Chenfeng and others, flew quickly towards the passage.
at this time.
A strong pressure suddenly came down.
"Want to leave?"
The cold voice, like the ice and snow, made everyone shiver involuntarily.
Everyone looked subconsciously and saw a middle-aged man wearing a white robe, with an indifferent expression and a straight figure, standing in a world full of ice and snow, looking at Shen Chenfeng and others coldly.
The lord of the Ming Palace.
Cold Moon God King!
Elder Guan Hong's expression changed slightly. No one expected that just when Shen Chenfeng was about to leave, he would be intercepted by the powerful God King.
"Hanyue God King."
"After all, you are also a strong person in the realm of the God King. Aren't you afraid of insulting your status by attacking a cultivator in the realm of the God King?"
A sharp look flashed in Liu Wu's eyes, and he said in a fierce voice.
"In the past, I wouldn't have bothered to do anything to him."
"But today, Shen Chenfeng must die."
Hanyue God King remained unmoved, and the world surrounding him slowly spread.
Any cultivator who is enveloped by the world and has no strength to resist will be frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant.
Guan Hong and Liu Wu felt tremendous pressure.
However, the two did not flinch, but looked at each other and smiled.
"Old Liu, how long has it been since we fought side by side?"
Guan Hong smiled, and there was a sense of freedom and ease in his smile.
"Probably hundreds of years."
Liu Wu sighed softly and said calmly: "At that time, our strength was low and we had to choose to join forces when facing powerful opponents. But as our cultivation grew, there was no one else worthy of joining forces with us."
"Now it seems that we are joining forces again."
A middle-aged man wearing a black robe, his voice full of coldness.
He is the last of the three punishment elders in Wanjian Mountain, and his name is Zhang Yi.
When the three of them were young, they once achieved great fame in Beimang Prefecture and were known as the Three Talents of Swordsmanship.
"how?"
"You three, want to die?"
Seeing the three punishment elders standing up, Hanyue God King said without any concern.
"So, after we have been practicing for so long, we have never fought against the God King."
"I wonder what the difference is between the realm of the God King and the realm of the God Emperor?"
Guan Hong exhaled and his eyes became firm.
Liu Wu glanced at Shen Chenfeng, with a little apology and guilt in his eyes, as if he was ashamed of what Shen Chenfeng had done before.
However, he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to look at Hanyue God King. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Brothers working together can cut through gold. Not to mention the God King, so what if it's the God Lord?"
"kill!"
Zhang Yi roared and rushed out first.
Guan Hong and Liu Wu followed closely behind. The three of them, one in front and two behind, each occupied a mysterious position, forming a monstrous sword array, and instantly collided with the Hanyue God King.
"Shen Chenfeng, don't let down the wishes of the three major punishment elders."
"Let's go quickly."
Zhong Lingxi looked away, her voice a little urgent.
"Walk."
Shen Chenfeng nodded solemnly, turned around and left resolutely.
"Shen Chenfeng, where are you going?"
"Leave it to me."
"Today, you will definitely die."
After the delay just now, countless disciples from the six major forces came over again to kill.
The elders and disciples of Wanjian Mountain did not say anything and took the initiative to greet him.
Shen Chenfeng looked stern and flew forward quickly.
A stick of incense later.
Shen Chenfeng walked through the entire battlefield and finally came to the gap in the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
He stood on the edge of the sword array and suddenly looked back.
The entire Wanjian Mountain has turned into a purgatory on earth.
Countless familiar faces, as well as elders and disciples, all fell in a pool of blood.
"Wanjian Mountain."
Chen Chenfeng's eyes were scarlet and his voice was dry.
Whether it is Elder Rong, the elder of the wine shop, or even the elder disciples of Wanjian Mountain, with their strength, they can break through the encirclement and suppression of the six major forces and escape.
However, they did not do this.
They all gathered around Shen Chenfeng, just to escort him out of the mountain safely.
For the first time, he felt an inexplicable sense of belonging to a sect.
