Ling Fei's arrogance completely ignited everyone's blood.

"What a proud young talent, since this is the case, then we, Xishu Sword Sect, come to understand Your Excellency's methods!"

"I, the Hundred Beast Sect, also want to compete with Your Excellency."

"Taiji Sect is willing to participate in the war, help Wu Shao, and take down the traitor!"

"Longtengmen enters the battle."

"The Tiger Roaring Mountain Sect participates in the war!"

"Nanling Lin Zong participates in the battle!"

"The Water Sect is in the war!"

"Ruyimen joins the war!"

"Jiulong Mountain joins the war!"

......

In the blink of an eye, dozens of sects, close to hundreds of masters, all announced their participation in the war, surrounding Ling Fei.

Among these people, there are many monks who have been knotten, and there are quite a few of them, at least one-third of the number. And the rest, at the least, are also monks in the later stages of foundation building.

Such a huge number is enough to easily create a first-class sect, and its strength is powerful in any corner of China, and a stomp of the foot can make the earth tremble.

Now, they are completely united, just to target Ling Fei alone.

Ling Fei put his hands behind his back, his eyes lowered, like an old monk in a fixed place, and there was no expression on his face.

He has been in the cultivation realm for decades, what kind of scene has he not seen? Those who destroyed the door and went out at every turn were groups of Yuanying monks and god-transforming monks! Sometimes, even the ancestors of the Mahayana period will be summoned!

These people, in that kind of scene, are completely just little scum who can't even look at it!

Ling Fei was still able to survive in that kind of world, and he had reached the cultivation of the gods! In the face of these people, it is like playing at home, so why be afraid?

"One by one, or are you all together?"

Ling Fei's faint words made everyone sneer.

"Boy, I know you have some strength, but you don't need to be so rampant. In our eyes, you are meat on a cutting board. ”

"What nonsense with him? Take him, get the 100 billion first! Above! ”

I don't know who took the lead first, everyone, rushed towards Ling Fei to besiege the past.

"Kill!"

At the front, a late-stage foundation building monk, carrying a pair of sledgehammers, struck at Ling Fei's head.

Ling Fei didn't look at it, and a punch exploded along with the giant hammer.

There was a boom, and the iron slag mixed with blood and minced flesh fell one after another, like sprinkled flowers.

But this could not stop the people behind from going forward and besieging one after another.

Two people, three people, four people... More and more monks came to Ling Fei's face, Ling Fei went from single fist, to double fist, and then to the whole body, his figure became faster and faster, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

"Quick! He's at his limit! As soon as everyone blows up and uses tricks to bombard him, he will definitely be finished. ”

Some monks who had advanced cultivation immediately organized everyone to bombard with magic tricks.

In the center, a few monks who were fighting against Ling Fei couldn't help but change their faces slightly.

"Hey! We're not out yet! ”

But these people, in the face of that 100 billion, have already killed red-eyed, and no one can stop it! What's more, wouldn't it be better to have a few fewer people to divide the money?

The magic trick attacked mercilessly.

"Don't ——!"

"Ah——! Bastards, you don't have to die well! ”

With a few screams, all the magic tricks were detonated, and all kinds of colored energy flashed back and forth in the Wu family's manor, and the cracking sound could be clearly heard several kilometers away!

The shock wave of the magic explosion almost destroyed half of the manor, and the air wave blew many people away.

"Hehehe... Qi Daoyou's sword technique is a lot more exquisite. ”

"Where is it, Mr. Yun's Heaven Splitting Palm is the real perfection. I'm afraid that the palm just now will destroy even a small mountain, right? This time to kill Ling Fei, Mr. Yun contributed a lot. ”

"Fellow Daoists are serious. Just now, everyone worked together to kill that kid, and the old man only made a modest effort. ”

Having said that, the old man Yun stroked his beard and chuckled, and the smugness in his eyes was difficult to hide.

Everyone, you say a word, I say a word, and the words are full of joy. After all, killing Ling Fei, this 100 billion is equivalent to having it.

Wu Ziliang's face also revealed a smug smile.

Finally! The game he painstakingly set up finally succeeded! Ling Fei, dead! Hahahaha... Deserve! That's what happens to him!

He set his eyes on Jiang Yingxue, trying to see despair and sadness on Jiang Yingxue's face, in that case, he would probably be happy and unable to sleep tonight.

But what puzzled him was that Jiang Yingxue didn't show too much expression.

This made Wu Ziliang a little puzzled.

Strange, could it be that Jiang Yingxue's feelings for Ling Fei are fake? How could it be otherwise... Wait a minute....

Wu Ziliang's heart suddenly chuckled, and a bad thought came out of his mind.

He looked towards the smoke, and in the haze, he seemed to feel an oppressive murderous aura.

This murderous aura is so familiar, and it is suffocating.

Wu Ziliang's face changed greatly, and he immediately shouted:

"Don't be careless! That kid didn't die! ”

Everyone was stunned, and they didn't understand what he meant, and suddenly, thousands of flame bombs erupted from the smoke.

"Fire Array—Dragon Flame Charge!"

"It's not good, these monks, just reacted, and before they had time to exert their true qi to resist, they were already hit head-on by countless flame bombs.

"Boom, boom!"

A cracking sound that was even more violent than just now sounded again, and a wave of stronger qi blew countless people who couldn't open their eyes.

The explosion lasted for ten breaths!

When the last violent sound disappeared, everyone on the periphery couldn't help but open their eyes and look towards the field, just one glance, they trembled, and their lips trembled.

The nearly 100 masters were beaten to death by Ling Fei's wave of dragon flame bombs, and they were injured and injured, and after a wave, more than half of the masters were all annihilated, and the remaining half were also lingering, looking at Ling Fei with a look of fear.

Looking at Ling Fei again, he was in the midst of a golden-colored half-length giant, his eyes were like dragon pupils, and he was dressed in white, all of which were dyed with gold, looking like a god descending from the earth.

No, it's the god of war!

Because the gods can't catch up with this fighting intent on him, this murderous aura, and this intent to look down on the world!

Everyone fell into despair, and even, among some of the people who were still breathing, there were actually people who were so frightened that they involuntarily threw away the weapons in their hands, their legs were weak, and they collapsed to the ground, and they were so frightened by Ling Fei's momentum that they completely gave up resistance!

"Old... God.... This... What the hell is this kidding? How can this be beaten? ”

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