When Luo Qianqiu was desperately delaying time, Ling Feng on the other side was also not idle, with a red mang, a red mang, and a star mang, constantly slashing at the formation, thumping, and not stopping for even a second during the period.

After more than ten minutes of consumption, the sea of Xuan Qi clouds behind Ling Feng had decreased a little, and the surroundings were very quiet, and they were all watching silently.

It's not unheard of in the Inner Sect to break the city alone, eight of the top ten sect masters have done this, but they are a little different from Ling Feng in that they are only much weaker than themselves.

Unlike Ling Feng, who was besieged by three gates with a ninefold peak realm, there was still a way to get out.

As time passed, the formation on the city gate trembled more and more violently under Ling Feng's hands, and Ling Feng continued to mobilize the Xuan Qi behind him, even he already felt that his hands began to be sore, but this was just the beginning.

After more than ten minutes, Ling Feng's head suddenly broke several more Shura swords horizontally and fell to the ground, and then more and more Shura swords could no longer support them, and they broke one after another, and in just a few minutes, there were only twenty-three left.

At this time, Ling Feng suddenly stopped, withdrew the Shura Sword and the Star Mang, and instead held the Red Mang with both hands, and began to swing the battle vigorously.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Every time Ling Feng slashed, the formation trembled very violently, and the hearts of the onlookers were shocked, worried that the next sword formation would be shattered.

But fortunately, the formation resisted "steadily", but even if it was indestructible, it was only a formation after all.

Under the strength of Ling Feng's strength, the Xuan Qi of the formation was rapidly consumed, and the Xuan Qi lines began to appear visibly dim, and only thirty minutes had passed at this time!

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, sweat flowed down his body, he forcibly held back the pain on his wrists because of the coming, and waved the red light again and again to slash the formation, and the people around him smacked their tongues.

If this is cut directly on people, I am afraid that there will not even be a whole corpse left.

The formation on the city gate was weakening, and the pain in Ling Feng's hands was also intensifying, Ling Feng raised the red mang over his shoulder, and then a sword slashed down, and the moment he touched the formation, Ling Feng's expression suddenly distorted, and he almost screamed, and there was an exclamation around him at the same time.

"Whew!"

Ling Feng stopped his movements and looked down, only to see that the golden blood at his right wrist was gushing out wildly, falling to the ground and turning into a burning golden fire.

The sword just now shook out the bone on the right side of his right palm, and even his flesh and blood were directly torn apart, and the strength of this sword can be imagined.

Although the disciples were all puzzled as to why Ling Feng's blood was golden and turned into flames, they were more concerned that Ling Feng would probably have to stop to heal his injuries next, which would undoubtedly take a lot of time.

Ling Feng put down the red mang, quietly pressed the bone back with his left hand, and did stop, but only stopped for a few seconds, and after the flesh and blood healed, he raised the red mang and continued to chop, and his strength was not reduced at all because of the injury.

"Doesn't he feel pain?

？”

Someone looked at Ling Feng, whose face quickly regained his calm, and his eyes widened.

"The pain of wanting such a physical body is unimaginable, not that we can't feel it, it's getting used to it. ”

"That's right, look at the hand of the Spirit Sect Master, this **, the entire Inner Sect is unmatched. ”

The other more intelligent disciples replied, and everyone looked over, and sure enough, they found that Ling Feng's right hand had recovered, and they had nothing to say for a while.

Ling Feng's right hand collapsed again after wielding more than ten more swords, he still just put down the red mang and pressed the bone back, waited for a few seconds, and then continued to attack the formation, the corners of the disciples' eyes jumped.

Later, almost every fourteen swords, Ling Feng's right hand would be broken, and after a while, his left hand couldn't hold it, Ling Feng's expression changed at first, and when he got to the back, his mouth didn't move, and even the disciples of the inner sect of the Shura Sect admired the five-body throwing to the ground.

What a strong will and endurance it takes to do this!

After more than an hour of bombardment, some of the Xuan Patterns of Mengmen's formation were so dim that they could barely be seen, but they were still struggling to support it, and in another hour, Lingfeng might be able to break the city of Mengmen.

Just when everything was going smoothly, many people suddenly received news that the people of Sanmen had broken through the blood gate and were daring to come here.

This news undoubtedly put more pressure on Ling Feng, with the strength of the three sect masters, it only took forty minutes to rush to the Meng Gate at full speed, and at this time, the Xuan Qi Cloud Sea behind Ling Feng had already consumed most of it, and it was obviously impossible to speed up.

Once the three gate masters arrived, the efforts of the Blood Gate and the Spirit Feng for two hours would come to naught, and they would fall short!

The onlookers all kindly told Ling Feng, and Ling Feng's heart sank, but then his eyes became more determined.

It is already unexpected that Luo Qianqiu can hold out for so long, and he must have paid a very big price, as the master of the door, if he fails to take Mengmen, how can he go back?!

Then Ling Feng's speed and strength began to slow down, and the surrounding disciples thought that he was unable to maintain his peak state anymore, and he was afraid that he would not be able to break through the Meng Sect if he continued like this.

But even if he failed, no one in the Inner Sect would laugh at him, because he was not qualified, and all the disciples looked at the figure who kept waving the red long sword with a solemn expression.

It was more than half an hour, and the lines of the formation were already very dim, and he was only one step away from success, but Ling Feng suddenly stopped moving.

This time it wasn't that his hand was injured, but he really stopped, his scarlet eyes quickly dissipated, revealing a pair of bright pupils, he stood in place without saying a word, looking up at the formation, and the rolling blood cloud behind him also quieted down, flowing around Lingfeng like a river.

"Don't have the strength?"

"I'm afraid so, but it's powerful enough to hold on for so long, and the Spirit Gate Master is now the Eighth Sect Master. ”

The disciples actually had some regrets in their hearts, but the people of Mengmen breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that the token for next month was hugged.

There are people from the imperial gate standing on the slope of the hill that is a kilometer away from the mengmen, and huang pu, who is the head of the first gate of the inner sect, has other opinions, and the corners of his mouth

With a faint smile, he said, "They won't give up if they don't see the result." ”

"What a result. ”

"The result of the failure. ”

Ling Feng in the distance stood for a few minutes and suddenly took three steps back with the red mang, and picked up the red mang again under the puzzled gaze of everyone, and the sword blade pointed directly at the formation, and the members of the Mengmen on the side suddenly had a bad premonition in their hearts.

I saw that the sea of Xuanqi clouds behind Ling Feng, which had been quiet for a long time, roared again, and wrapped around the red mangs like a hurricane, and the scorched mud on the ground scattered everywhere.

Not to give up, he's preparing for the final blow!

Ling Feng's gaze never stayed on the red mang, and he kept looking at the formation, but the speed of the Xuan Qi rotation was getting faster and faster, and the already incomparably condensed Xuan Qi Cloud Sea began to advance to a higher level, and the Xuan Qi in the Spirit Palace also poured out.

At this moment, the Xuan Qi on the red mangs completely turned into liquid, as bewitching as the blood hair on the back of Ling Feng's head, exuding a powerful aura that made everyone feel bored, and the weaker ones felt a great threat emanating from Ling Feng's body.

Everyone held their breath and stared at Ling Feng's figure.

When the last trace of Xuan Qi in the Spirit Palace of Ling Feng flowed out of the meridians, the sea of blood and qi behind Ling Feng also disappeared at the same time.

He could feel the Xuan Qi flowing on the red mang, its power, its chaos, its impatience!

Ling Feng's gaze finally moved away from the formation, and landed on the red mang, his lips opened, and the five words resounded through the world with the sword light.

"A sword in the sky!"

Ling Feng grabbed the red mangs with both hands and stabbed them on top of the gloomy formation, and the Xuan Qi storm also roared out in an instant, drowning a radius of a hundred meters.

Although the weaker person couldn't see the specific situation clearly, there was a red sword light that was deeply engraved in his heart, which was Ling Feng's mystery.

As for the strong ones, such as Huang Pu and others, their eyes can easily penetrate the blood qi, and they can see the red mangs that directly pierce the formation, as well as the figure that disappeared behind the city gate.

The blood has not yet dissipated, Huang Pu's face has already shown a smile, and the dragon killing next to him is a little unclear So, such a strong opponent can still laugh?

Just a little to the right of Huang Pu, there was also a young man dressed in white and holding a long sword, it was Ran Bai who helped Lingfeng in the secret realm, he looked at Meng Men and smiled: "It seems that I helped my opponent." ”

In the sky, the ghost Shura and the others looked at the sound of the fast running in the city, and they were also very pleased.

"And the one who is weaker than the momentum is pitiful. Master Mo took a teacup and commented on Ling Feng's sword, then took a sip of tea and continued: "But it is very suitable for him. ”

When the blood qi dissipated, all the disciples of the Inner Sect ran over and saw a group of people led by Meng Wentian standing in Ling Feng's original position, staring blankly at the open city gate, and Ling Feng was already gone.

As for where he went, everyone present knew that Meng Wentian took out the Shadow Stone and looked at the Gate Lord's Mansion that had been opened in the depths of the city, and some trembling voices came out of his mouth.

"Brother, Lingfeng won. ”