At this moment, more than a dozen monks in armor have poured out of the two war boats, surrounding several white-clothed monks in the middle, holding various thunder and lightning blades, at a glance, all of them are disciples of Haotian Sect, six are Jindan stage cultivators, and two of them are Jindan late stage cultivators. The rest of the people are all cultivators in the later stage of foundation building. As soon as they came out of the warboat, they immediately set up a formation and surrounded the white-clothed monks, which was obviously extremely well-trained.

On the other hand, looking at the several white-robed monks who were surrounded, the situation was completely different.

Because of the explosion of the flying boat, all of them are very wolf.

There are a total of seven people, all of whom have cultivated in the Jindan period, but most of them are in the early stage of Jindan, and only one is in the middle stage of Jindan. But the aura of these seven Jindan monks was very unstable, strong and weak, giving people the feeling that they had taken some kind of medicine and were forcibly brought to such a state as they were now.

"Ling Daoyou, if you know each other, just go back with us obediently, we can treat this incident as if it didn't happen, and we won't pursue it. Otherwise, don't blame us for being polite. ”

The Jindan late-stage monk who had struck the flying boat by lightning earlier smiled and said. This person is about thirty years old, his face is full of pride, and he looks high, as if every word he says is the law of the king, and no one else can raise any objection except to abide by it.

"I don't even think about going back with you. We'd rather die here than go back with you. ”

The white-clothed monk in the middle of the golden pill shouted angrily, and the green tendons around his neck jumped violently, and he was extremely angry.

"Hehe, even if it's a furnace, it's better than destroying the door. You're the true person in charge of the Wuji Gate. Don't you think about the inheritance of your Wuji Gate? Ah, Ling Zhangjiao? Ha ha. Hahaha......"

The arrogant Jindan late monk looked up to the sky and laughed.

Suddenly, the Haotian Sect monks on both sides of the battle boat burst into laughter, and their laughter was full of contempt and disdain.

"Haotian Sect's dog thief. Lao Tzu fought with you! ”

Behind the monk surnamed Ling, a male cultivator in his twenties with a sturdy figure roared angrily, brandished the long sword in his hand, and rushed straight towards the arrogant Jindan late stage monk.

This person's cultivation has barely stepped into the realm of the early stage of Jindan, but the material of the long sword in his hand is really inferior, and it is just a medium-grade magic weapon. Generally speaking, if you cultivate above the Jindan period, you will be able to drive the magic weapon. In the realm below the foundation building period, you can only drive the magic weapon. Most of the sect's descendant monks, as long as they enter the Jindan period, the master will always give a magic weapon to defend themselves, and then they will do everything possible to collect a few more magic weapons to strengthen their own strength. Only those who are particularly down-and-out loose cultivators or early Jindan monks from small sects who are shy in their pockets will not be able to afford to buy magic weapons, and can only protect themselves with magic weapons. However, most of them are also high-grade ritual instruments in excellent condition. Medium-grade and lower magic weapons are usually only used by disciples during the Qi cultivation period.

This young monk's realm has already entered the Jindan stage, but he is using an inferior medium-grade magic weapon that even ordinary foundation building stage monks can't look down on, which shows how embarrassed he is on weekdays.

With his cultivation, such a magic weapon. Don't say that you are right with the arrogant monk, even if you don't even have the qualifications to work hard!

The arrogant monk laughed and waved the thunder hammer in his hand. A golden arc of lightning pierced the sky and slammed into the young monk's sword with lightning speed. With a "click", the long sword shattered into pieces. Scattered splashes. The young monk snorted, and one fell back, the sleeve of his right arm was burned in half by lightning, and his arm was burned black.

"With this little ability, I dare to fight with me Ouyang Qingfeng, it's like looking for death!"

The arrogant monk put away the thunder hammer and sneered.

"If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to use you as a furnace, with a few pieces of waste from you, I would have been able to condense the golden pill successfully? Dream on! ”

"Senior Brother Ouyang, why talk nonsense with them? Let's get these bastards back quickly, if one or two die, the elders will blame them, but it's not easy to explain! ”

The Jindan late-stage monk on the other warship shouted.

"Okay, let's do it! I just can't figure it out, just with this poor Wuji inheritance, it was really a big joke that he dared to claim to be the first sect of the righteous path back then......"

There was another burst of laughter.

"Do it!"

Ouyang Qingfeng waved the golden thunder hammer in his hand and was about to pounce.

"With such a little ability, you dare to look down on the Wuji Inheritance, it's really a big joke!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the void.

"Who?"

Ouyang Qingfeng shouted angrily, paused suddenly, and looked up at the heights.

"Who is hiding there, get out of the ...... for Lao Tzu"

"Boom!"

Before he could finish his words, a delicate silver arc flashed above the sky, and he slashed towards Ouyang Qingfeng.

This thunderbolt came very strangely, one or twenty people and twenty pairs of eyes, I didn't see half a figure, I don't know where this thunderbolt came from.

Ouyang Qingfeng didn't have time to pursue this at all!

Seeing that the silver arc reached the top of his head in a blink of an eye, this descendant disciple of Haotian Sect, the late Jindan monk didn't have time to make any other reaction, so he hurriedly raised the thunder hammer in his hand and met the silver lightning that seemed to be slender and not very loud.

If it was another attack, he might hesitate to use his natal weapon to hard-connect, but this thunder and lightning attack, he didn't have to think about it, and naturally raised the thunder hammer.

Haotian Sect's Haoyang Divine Thunder, known as the Zhiyang Divine Thunder, has been shocking the Nanzhou Continent for tens of thousands of years, and it is by no means in vain.

"Snort......"

It was too late, and the silver arc slammed into the golden thunderhammer.

Everyone's eyes suddenly widened, as if they had seen a scene of disbelief.

I only heard a "click", as if a piece of porcelain had suddenly been shattered, and the surface of the golden thunder hammer suddenly exploded. Soon, this opening quickly spread around, and in the blink of an eye, countless cracks appeared in the entire thunder hammer, like a broken piece of porcelain, cracked into countless pieces.

This is still the most shocking.

Immediately after, the silver arc passed through the shattered thunder hammer, spreading the tear to Ouyang Qingfeng's arm. Including Ouyang Qingfeng, everyone watched, and his arm was like broken porcelain, instantly shattered into countless pieces, and flesh and blood were splashed.

In the next moment, Ouyang Qingfeng's entire person shattered like porcelain, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The descendants of the Haotian Sect, who were still showing off their martial arts just now, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only a bright red blood mist.

The bloody atmosphere is extremely thick, and the middle people want to vomit.

"What's going on?"

"Who is it?"

"Who dares to sneak attack our disciples of Haotian Sect......"

After being stunned for half a cup of tea, more than a dozen monks of Haotian Sect shouted one after another, making a mess.

Xiao Fan's figure emerged in the void, his white clothes fluttering, and his instruments were extraordinary.

"Who are you?"

"Dare to kill our disciples of Haotian Sect, it's not a small ...... of courage"

There was another burst of scolding.

Thunderclap!

Another silver arc shot out from between Xiao Fan's fingers.

Another Jindan late-stage armor soldier didn't even have time to dodge, just like Ouyang Qingfeng, he was split into a cloud of blood mist by lightning in an instant.

However, in an instant, the leaders of Haotian Sect's two warships were completely wiped out.

"It's not good, it's the Yuanying Monk......"

"It's the old monster, let's run......"

The remaining disciples of Haotian Sect finally came back to their senses, sensed Xiao Fan's realm, and immediately became frightened, let out a shout, and fled in all directions.

"Bully others, act for the tiger, damn it!"

Xiao Fan snorted coldly, his face was gloomy to the extreme, and without hesitation, he raised his hands, and more than a dozen thunderbolts flew out. Suddenly, the sky was full of silver snakes dancing wildly, and the thunder was dazzling. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen thunderbolts caught up with the disciples of Haotian Sect who were fleeing in all directions, only to hear a series of screams, and in a moment only the blood mist in the sky remained.

With Xiao Fan's ability, when he was still in the Jindan period, he had already swept all the invincible opponents of the same level, and now that he has advanced to the Yuan Infant, his mana has increased greatly, how can these ordinary Jindan monks resist his one-and-a-half moves? Naturally, he was wiped out in one fell swoop, and he couldn't even run away.

Xiao Fan's robe sleeves shook again, and a hurricane swept by, and the blood mist in the sky was swept away.

The white-clothed monk, who had thought that he was certain to die, stood there stupidly, as if he was shocked by this terrible killing, and he was dumbfounded one by one, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Are you all disciples of the Wuji Sect?"

It wasn't until Xiao Fan's gentle voice sounded in their ears that they finally woke up like a dream.

"Yes, yes, we are all disciples of Wujimen...... Thank you seniors for saving your life...... But I don't know that the ancestors have a big name, and we have no end to it...... Do you have any friendship with our predecessors and ancestors of Wujimen? ”

The monk surnamed Ling slammed towards Xiao Fan in a panic and stammered. But in his tone, he was full of doubts, and he didn't even have the slightest confidence.

The other white-clothed monks also followed behind and were busy singing, all of them were puzzled in their hearts, they didn't know what the relationship between this life-saving senior master and his own sect was, and he didn't hesitate to offend the powerful Haotian Sect, and took action to save them all.

I don't know at all.

Xiao Fan smiled slightly, suddenly raised his hand, and the void pressed out his palm.

The white-clothed monk couldn't help but be shocked, secretly screaming in his heart, trying his best to dodge, but where could he dodge? As soon as the mind moved, the huge force of the behemoth came to the end, and instantly shrouded several of them under the vigorous Haoran righteousness, and without even half the strength to resist, the haoran righteousness burrowed into their bodies, penetrating the meridians and viscera.

The monk surnamed Ling was frightened at first, but then he felt the difference of this huge force, and for a moment he showed a look of disbelief on his face, and shouted in ecstasy.

"Yes, it's Haoran righteousness, it's Haoran righteousness......" (To be continued......