The Blood Demon Sect monks rushed out, and the monks who pointed to the country also shouted in unison, and the Blood Demon Sect monks rushed over. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Everyone is in a circle, standing on the periphery with many defensive magic weapons, and standing inside with many attacking magic weapons, don't be scattered by the enemy, that will greatly reduce our combat effectiveness!"

Ye Feng has resulted in the life and death of so many people from Zhang An's hands, since he dares to take it, then he has to play the responsibility of the leader.

Although this was the first time he had encountered a war, and the first time he encountered it was a breakout battle, he still knew how to unite everyone's strength and how to reduce his own casualties, because he had at least seen how a swarm of ants broke out of the encirclement in the flames.

And these monks also believed in Ye Feng because of Ye Feng's prestige in the restricted land, so everyone immediately followed what Ye Feng said, and gathered together in a circle with Ye Feng as the center.

And what Ye Feng knows more is that if he doesn't exert all his strength now, then he will face death today.

So he stood in the middle of the crowd and put on the black robe given to him by the Blood Demon Sect Master, and then he summoned the mask that was transformed by the heart demon and slowly put it on his face.

At the moment when he brought it, an astonishing aura erupted from his body in an instant, it was evil qi, it was resentment, and it was the fusion of two peak qi cultivation nine layers.

The monks of the Blood Demon Sect felt Ye Feng's presence like this, and when they saw Ye Feng's changes, most of the fear in their hearts directly dissipated, and everyone shouted the name of "Black-clothed Rakshasa" in unison.

On the other hand, the monks who pointed to the country, after they felt this earth-shattering aura and resentment, they had a trace of fear and a hint of cowardice in their hearts, but it was this trace that greatly increased the chances of winning against Ye Feng and his party.

And this is also the result that Ye Feng wants.

And the old man standing on the beast was even more staring at this moment, watching Ye Feng's solemnity in his eyes getting heavier and heavier, "I didn't expect this son to have such a heavy evil spirit and resentment on his body, where is this still a monk, this is clearly a demon." ”

When Zhang An saw this scene, the smile on his face instantly became real, no longer false, no longer reluctant, and the appreciation in his eyes also broke out at this moment, "Stinky boy, pretending to be so weak in front of me, I didn't expect you to hide this hand, it's really hidden, black-clothed rakshasa, it's very consistent." ”

Ye Feng here, the war is going on, and those monks who are pointing to the country have a trace of cowardice after facing Ye Feng's reality, because the moment Ye Feng summons a nightmare and summons many unjust souls, the fear in his heart is even more.

Although it was fearful, the battle between the two sides did not stop, and the magic weapons of the two flew all over the sky, drawing various colors in the sky, and under this gorgeous dazzling, there was even more blood splashing.

The monks of the country continued to die, and there were also casualties on Ye Feng's side.

War is a struggle between two sides with different strengths, whether it is victory or defeat, both sides will have losses, and the losses of both sides are not irreparable at will in that war.

Between the sword light and blood shadows, Ye Feng watched the familiar faces around him fall one by one, watching his fellow brothers and sisters around him leave with him, his heart was tingling, his heart was bleeding, he thought of his family, he thought of the scene of his family not being destroyed, and his heart was even more tingling at this moment.

But now is not the time for him to answer his questions, the only thing he can do now is fight, and he can only fight.

At this moment, Ye Feng rushed out of the center where he was, with his nightmare floating beside him, holding his Heavenly Bell and Ice Sword in both hands, and rushing out of his place with the tingling and anger in his heart, breaking out of the encirclement formed by the Blood Demon Sect monks.

At the moment when he rushed out, no one stopped him, because it was not only that he didn't have the strength to stop it, but more importantly, everyone's belief in Ye Feng, they believed in Ye Feng, believed that his rush out would definitely come back alive, or lead them to rush out.

And Ye Feng did not live up to their expectations, and at the moment of rushing out, it was like a sharp sword shuttling among the monks who pointed to the country, bringing countless snowflakes and screams.

"Kill him, he is the source of that evil spirit, let's kill him together!"

I don't know who shouted this sentence first, and the monks who pointed to the country suddenly realized that the center of gravity of the attack was pointed at Ye Feng.

"Look for death!" Ye Feng didn't have time to think about it at this time, and defense has never been his style, what he wants is to attack and defend, never stick to the rules.

Every time the Heavenly Bell is thrown out, it will take away the life of a monk in the Finger Country, every time the teleportation of the nightmare is the despair of a Finger Nation monk, and every attack of a hundred ice swords will turn into a terrifying spiritual sound, and every sword qi is in shock.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, Ye Feng's killing seemed to be endless, it had been continuing, at this moment he had already killed red eyes, and none of the people in the country could stop his footsteps, and no one could stop his attack.

"Damn, how could Li Guo give birth to such a demon, so many people can't stop one person's footsteps, hmph, this person's immortality will be a big disaster for the country in the future." The old man standing on the beast looked at Ye Feng's eyes at this moment, and he was no longer dignified, but a mixture of horror and murder.

Half an hour passed quickly in the sound of killing, at this time, Ye Feng's body was already covered with blood, and the evil aura on his body in the killing was getting heavier and heavier, and now he looked even more terrifying and gloomy, making people's hairs stand on end at the first glance.

In the crowd where he is standing now, he is like a demon who kills without blinking, still killing, killing endlessly.

Among them, when Ye Feng performed the Soul Devouring Technique, the trick of turning other people's spiritual power into his own use, turning other people's vitality and energy into his own use, and even sucking others into a dry corpse with no flesh and blood.

In the eyes of the monks who pointed to the country, Ye Feng was no longer a monk, and even a demon cultivator was not worthy of being called him, and now he was already a veritable demon king, a terrifying demon king.

Ye Feng was standing in the air at this time, still continuing his killing, he didn't even notice that the circle of monks who belonged to the Blood Demon Sect had shrunk more than many times, but the living people still looked at Ye Feng with fanaticism and full of respect.

But it was precisely because of his presence that the breakthrough of these monks became extremely smooth.

And Ye Feng's ears were already blurred, and the world he saw in his eyes began to blur, and its colorful colors were only red at this time, and the only reason to support him to fight was to survive, and to help the Blood Demon Sect cultivator get out of trouble.

Looking at Ye Feng's killing, the old man standing on the beast let out a long sigh at this moment and then issued an order.

"Stop it for me, let them go, with their current strength, they can't make big waves in my country's domain."

After this order was issued, the monks who pointed to the country all stopped their endless attacks, and the monks who were standing beside Ye Feng to fight with him quickly retreated, so as not to kill Ye Feng mercilessly.

A middle-aged monk came to the old man's side at this time, bowed respectfully to him, and said, "Elder, are you sure to let them go?" ”

"What is uncertain, how many monks will our country lose if it continues like this? Is it just to exterminate such a small number of people? So our losses, can you salvage them back? The old man standing on the beast had anger in his words at this moment.

When the man heard his angry rebuke, he did not know how to answer, so he had to leave the old man's side in a gloomy manner.

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