Seeing Han Feng in danger, the scattered cultivators around him couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh, finally seeing a seedling who could compete with the White Jiao Gang, was he going to die here today?

Xu Xian also sweated, he hoped that Han Feng would win.

"I'm just playing with you, do you really think I can't do anything about you?" Han Feng sneered, and the speed of his feet suddenly increased.

When a human-level monk fights, unless his martial arts are special, his fighting style is similar to that of ordinary people who have not cultivated.

They all rely on strength, speed, and defense to fight, and in the late stage of the human level, they can kill an elephant with one punch, which is power. Speed is the speed at which you dodge a move or attack, while defense is your ability to resist attacks.

The strength of the body at the peak of the human level is already about the same as that of an elephant, but with the bonus of Han Feng's blood demon body's attack power, it is as brittle as a piece of paper.

In the previous battle, Han Feng was empty-handed, but at this time, he suddenly took out the seven-star knife and slashed at the sissy.

Suddenly, the sissy was a little flustered, and her upper body leaned back, trying to dodge the knife.

Han Feng sneered, and the seven-star knife sank, and it was a knife to the sissy's right leg.

"Ahh

Just listen to a scream, one of the sissy's legs has been cut off!

"I heard that your phantom leg is strong, your wind fist is strong?" Han Feng first aimed at the old man's leg is a punch, and then quickly turned around and punched the big man again.

Click!

When the fists and legs collided, the old man's leg bones made a loud noise, and his bones were broken.

The big man who used the Wind Fist broke in an instant, and his entire arm was ruined.

"Ahh

"It's not over yet. Han Feng picked up the Seven Star Knife again, cut off the old man's head, and then turned around and slashed the Wind Fist big man to death.

The hall master who wielded the fast sword reacted the fastest, and he jumped backwards sharply, shouting, "Kill him!"

The Baijiao gang gathered like a tide. They have always known that the leader of the gang is powerful, and those who retreat die, even if they know that they are invincible.

Han Feng was not afraid at all, but turned his head to look at the sissy and said coldly: "I'll kill you first." ”

Then came a slash. In the midst of a sissy exclamation, his body separated.

After solving the sissy, Han Feng took a deep breath, poured a large amount of vitality into the Seven Star Knife, and slashed outward, and more than a dozen White Jiao Gang members fell to the ground.

When the vitality is infused into the weapon, the power will increase, and even a wooden sword can have the power of an ordinary steel sword.

The Seven Star Knife was infused with vitality, and coupled with the attack power bonus of the Blood Demon Body, it was almost indestructible, and it could kill those gangs within a foot by relying on the sword wind alone.

The scattered cultivators were silent, they didn't expect Han Feng to be so strong, he could still win with one enemy and four enemies, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would dare to believe that the four hall masters of the Baijiao Gang actually died three times and escaped with one?

Xu Xian was very excited, Han Feng's combat power was too strong, this kind of story he had only heard in the deeds of the family ancestors.

"If Brother Han Feng is willing to help me, why can't I welcome back the ancestral shrine?" Xu Xian was a little excited in his heart.

Yan Shisan and Li Fu were dumbfounded and stunned. They were all thinking in their hearts: Such a strong character, if he can have his strength, why do they need to join the White Jiao Gang?

Just when Han Feng was killing and killing, a loud shout suddenly came from a distance:

"Stop!"

The voice was very loud and loud, and it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, and some of the people with lower cultivation were even unsteady on their feet.

"Who the hell is here? "Some monks.

Under the big tree, the gray-haired old man looked shocked: "He actually came?"

I saw an old man in a black robe and white eyebrows in the distance quickly sweeping over, if you look closely, his feet do not touch the ground, he is a foot high from the ground, and he can step over a foot from a distance.

In an instant, the white-eyed old man arrived at the place of battle.

"Who the hell is this person? Many monks began to speculate.

The gang members of the Baijiao Gang, led by that big man, knelt down in unison, and shouted, "Welcome to the gang leader!"

The sound was deafening.

The scattered cultivators were all shocked: this person was actually the leader of the Baijiao Gang?

Over the years, the battles of the Baijiao Gang have been handled by the Eight Hall Masters, and it is said that their gang leaders have not made a move for ten years, and today a teenager actually forced the Baijiao Gang Leader to go out in person?

For a while, all the casual cultivators felt that Han Feng was going to be finished, and his opponent was the leader of the Baijiao Gang, a king-level monk who was serious!

What is a king-level monk? The concentration of Yuan Qi is extremely high, and it has turned into a liquid True Yuan, which can gather Yuan Qi and release it externally, killing people with Qi, and taking people's heads from a hundred steps away.

In front of the king-level monks, the peak of the human level is vulnerable. A drop of true yuan from a king-level monk can shoot a human-level peak.

It can be said that unless a human-level monk has a secret treasure, he is vulnerable in front of a king-level monk.

"Helper, you're here! This kid is too evil! It's too fast to see!"

The only remaining hall master, the eight-foot man, knelt down in front of the white-eyed old man with a handful of snot and tears.

"Waste. Four dozen and one and three died, shame on my Baijiao Gang, why don't you die?"

The white-eyed old man said coldly.

In fact, this time he sent the four hall masters to lead people on an expedition, just a pretense, in order to paralyze others. Let others think that he, the gang leader, will not come, and when others are careless, he will suddenly kill and solve those people. This is also his usual trick.

But what the white-eyed old man didn't expect was that the four hall masters, plus the middle stage of the three hundred people and the late stage of the one hundred people, were actually not the opponents of a teenager. Seeing that his subordinates were about to be slaughtered, he had to show up.

Three of the four hall masters died, and at this time, he was already itching with hatred, and he couldn't wait to break Han Feng's body into pieces.

"Boy, being able to kill my three hall masters is enough to see that you are extremely talented, even if you put it in the entire empire, you are a first-class talent. It's a pity that you met me, and you are destined to die here today. The white-eyed old man was condescending, and Sen Ran said.

"There's a lot of nonsense," Han Feng disdained, "I've heard of you, your name is Lu Bailong, right? I'm going to kill you today to eliminate harm for the people." ”

The white-eyed old man sneered slightly, and said, "I don't know the height of the sky, it seems that you don't know the gap between you and me." Anyway, the old man is standing here today, let you make three moves, see if you can hurt the old man's hair. ”

There was a dead silence at the scene, and the scattered cultivators didn't dare to speak loudly, they only felt that Han Feng was crazy.

The human-level monk actually said that he wanted to kill the king-level monk, this was simply impossible, at least it had to be the royal family of the Redstone Empire or the Tianjiao of the Great Sect to do it.

Xu Xian also showed a look of despair, others didn't know the horror of the king level, but he knew best.