This is Feng Xiaohan's own method.

The Xuantailed Beast may have an indestructible defense, and even Chen Feng needed to use his strongest sword technique to slash it into two pieces.

But most life on land has one thing in common, or weakness.

That is, they all have eyes.

There are few people and beasts who can fight blindly with their eyes closed like the wind and the cold. Even the blacktail beast has a layer of scales on its abdomen, and only its eyes have no defense.

The wind chilled the stick again, and stabbed its other eye again.

Knowing that it was in danger, the black-tailed beast began to launch a frenzy, waving its tail frantically, and wherever the tail ball passed, whether it was a house or a demon beast.

For a while, the beast tide retreated a little.

"Retreat!"

The elder took another step back with the sword array, and when the demon beast pounced, the sword array had already begun to retreat, but it was only knocked back by the demon beasts.

Coupled with the few steps they had taken to retreat by themselves, they were already extremely close to the Shengmen barrier at this time.

After the Xuantai Beast fell into a frenzy, Feng Xiaohan could only crawl on its back, not daring to go down easily, but he knew how long this Xuantai Beast could go berserk.

The eyes are the second of the three hundred and sixty qi orifices in the body, connecting the entire meridians and blood vessels, and Feng Xiaohan poured the vitality into the vitality while inserting the wooden stick into its eyes, breaking all the meridians in its eyes.

At this time, the power in its body is gradually draining, and the power of the tail swing is beginning to weaken.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the night sky where it was still raining, frowned, and said in his heart: "Why haven't you come yet, don't you care about the life or death of Xuanwu Field?"

At this time, a palm-sized spirit scorpion jumped out of nowhere and shot the poisonous needle on its tail at Feng Xiaohan.

Feng Xiaohan raised his hand to block it.

"Poof!" The poisonous needle pierced the short stick, and the stick turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scorpion is one of the five poisons, and it is the favorite practice material of cultivators of the evil sect, and this spirit scorpion is the best among the scorpions, the stinger seals the throat with blood, and the power is like an arrow, which can easily break through the skin of any demon beast.

Feng Xiaohan kicked the scorpion away, pulled out the stinger and broke it into two pieces, flicked his fingers, and shot into the two blood holes on the Xuantai Beast's head.

The toxin penetrated deep into the veins along the eye sockets, and in an instant, it spread all over its body, and a feeling of despair spread throughout its body. However, the poison needle was previously placed on a wooden stick, and most of the toxins were removed, and it could not be killed immediately for a while.

The numb feeling and the chill in the heart made it quiet, and it let out a mournful roar into the air, as if lamenting his life and being sad for himself.

It followed the roars of the other demon beasts and turned its head to face the beast tide, and turned its back to the sword array.

Anyway, if it dies, it is better to give the last force to these demon beast brothers, it knows that if it smashes this damn sword curtain more, the demon beasts in front of it will be able to survive a few more.

So it swung its tail ball and swung it towards the sword array by feeling.

The sword curtain appeared dented again, and the disciples had reached the point where they had run out of oil at this time, and they could survive until now with all their courage and overdrawn lives.

Although the Xuantai Beast was already extremely weak, the tail ball that was swung with a decisive posture was even more powerful, and some of the disciples were already bleeding and seriously injured.

Even Feng Xiaohan can't do anything about all this, so he can only watch dryly.

After only three knocks, the blacktail beast was limp to the ground, a dark spot appeared on its body, and then died.

Without the frantic blacktails, the monsters once again showed their sharp fangs.

Feng Xiaohan picked up a broken sword at his feet, this was the iron sword that the injured disciple had fallen to the ground before, and it had been trampled in two by the Xuanwei Beast.

The broken sword is in the hand, the heart sword rises again, and the sword qi of slaughter is once again horizontal in front of the beast tide.

But this time it was not so cruel in blood type, but as unruly as the emperor descended, arrogant and unstoppable.

The sword of the heart is the sword of the heart, but the sword starts from the heart of the sword-maker.

For Feng Xiaohan, what he is most familiar with is not the ferocious self of that year, but the wolf king who is proud to die with his head held high.

This is based on the Soul Punishment Sword cast by the Wolf King.

He knew that the disciple in the sword array behind him had been secretly injured and needed some time to recover, otherwise the sword array would break.

Feng Xiaohan gritted his teeth, there was not much vitality left in his body, and with his own divine power, it was not impossible to withstand it for a moment with his vast sword momentum.

......

......

Finally, on a rainy night, it was like a star slipping down.

The glass-colored streamer was so dazzling in the dark night sky, bringing light and hope to the disciples.

The glass-colored peacock finally arrived.

"It's kind of looking forward to you. ”

Feng Xiaohan breathed a sigh of relief.

......

......

A sword aura, with a resolute and resolute aura, passed through the life gate of the trapped beast array, swept past the sword array, and came to Feng Xiaohan's side.

"Senior Brother Feng, it's been a hard work. ”

Liang Song is a yew and is extraordinary.

Feng Xiaohan asked, "Why did you come?"

"The glass peacock suddenly found the trace of the earth beetle, I waited to catch it, but I was not nearby, I'm really sorry. ”

"It's just the two of you, what about the others?" Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows and said, "This shouldn't be enough." ”

Liang Song nodded, took out a magic weapon from his arms, and said, "But with this, that's enough." ”

The shape of the ritual vessel is like a disc, emitting a dense golden light, which is extremely sacred.

"What is this?"

"This is my magic weapon of Changhong Peak, the Imperial Beast Disc, it is more than enough to suppress these demon beasts. ”

I saw Liang Song drip out a drop of essence blood, which fell in the middle of the disc, and a beam of breath shot into the sky, scattering with the wind and rain.

Falling on the demon beast, the beast tide suddenly stopped, and the evil aura in his eyes gradually faded.

The glazed color also hovered above the Trapped Beast Array, and the pressure of high-level life made the demon beasts all bow their heads.

This turmoil has finally come to an end.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of disciples entered the trapped beast formation one after another, and more than a dozen healers carrying medicine boxes hurriedly bandaged the injured disciples.

At the same time that Liang Song asked Feng Xiaohan what happened, there was a commotion among everyone again.

Liang Song frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"This Outer Mountain Elder has been stung by a spirit scorpion!"

Liang Song was taken aback, and hurriedly ran over, Feng Xiaohan was expressionless, standing in place.

The Outer Mountain Elder grabbed the healer's trembling hand, shook his head at him, and said, "My life is over, so I don't have to bother. ”

Liang Song stepped forward to look at his arm that had become purple and swollen, sighed, and said slowly, "Do you have any other wishes?"

Elder Waishan thought about the barbaric young man who had turned the wind and rain into a sword in the mountains and rivers before and turned the wind and rain into a sword in the mountains and rivers, and said, "Then thank him for me, thank you for saving these disciples, and also say sorry to him for me, sorry for trapping him here and forcing him to endure something he shouldn't have suffered." ”

He looked at the messy Xuanwu Field, and said with a smile: "The old man has been fighting beasts all his life, and he has dedicated all his energy and time to this beast training field. ”

Then he closed his eyes.

He had a sword by his side, and a spirit scorpion was stuck under it.

It was the scorpion that was kicked away by Feng Xiaohan, and it was also the scorpion that stung the elder to death.

In other words, it was Feng Xiaohan who deliberately kicked it to this side, otherwise with his divine power, this scorpion would have been shattered into a puddle of mud.

Liang Song came to him and was about to say something.

"You don't have to say it, I heard it all. ”

Feng Xiaohan waved his hand to stop him and said, "I don't understand, why can people have such courage and die of laughter?"

"Everyone has the most precious things in their hearts, and they all have things to protect even if they pay their lives, and he is no exception. He is an elder of the outer mountains, and he can sacrifice himself for the sake of the sect at any time. He spent his life in the Xuanwu Field, which can be said to be his child and his most important thing. ”

Liang Song thought for a while and said, "Because of your presence, none of the disciples of the Sword Formation died, and none of the demon beasts escaped, causing greater casualties. So he doesn't feel a loss, because you protected this place for him. ”