This blood knife seemed to be just a tricky angle, but it was not very powerful, Feng Yan Daxian thought that with his help, that subordinate should be able to deal with it calmly, and would not be broken on the spot like the first one.

But in the next moment, it turned out that Tang someone's style of acting was far more insidious than this, and as soon as Feng Yan Daxian's defense method was cast, that blood-colored sword light actually disappeared out of thin air on its own.

In the next moment, the blood-colored sword light appeared out of thin air out of thin air, flashing directly between the legs of the god, as if it was tightly clamped by him, and there was no way to hide.

You've got it pinched, so how are you going to hide?

That day, the gods were shocked, and out of the most instinctive reaction of men, the first time was: It's over, it is estimated that the root of life is not guaranteed.

Although the gods of the heavenly realm all have the ability to be reborn with severed limbs, if the place suffers a heavy injury, it will leave a certain psychological shadow no matter how light or severe.

Luckily, this blood-colored sword shot was not aimed at the physical entity, but penetrated the shell and went straight into the brain.

He didn't say a word, and before he could scream and scream, he fell down on his back.

Bring down another one.

"Spell teleportation? Or is it a teleportation that changes the angle and direction, and the same can be done with the attack spells that have been released? ”

Feng Yan and the others were shocked by this, but they didn't know that the radius of a thousand miles was in the realm of Tang Feng's Divine Thoughts, and within this range, strength, spells, anything related to him could be changed and displaced at will, and there would be no power attenuation.

This time, not to mention Feng Yan and them, even Mo Yuan Ancestor was a little eye-opener, and he felt a sense of amazement: How did this happen?

"You kid, is it really you?"

Mo Yuan Ancestor stared at Tang Feng who was close in front of him with a complicated expression, and at this moment he was deeply suspicious: he wouldn't be taken away by some innate demon god or ancient monster, right?

In just 100 years, how can a person have changed so much?

Last time in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, he couldn't compete head-on with his own casual blows, but now, he was able to use a transcendent method that he couldn't understand.

There is only one possibility: the shell is still the shell, but the inner soul may have changed people.

"It's just a little trick, it's hard to get into the hall of elegance."

Tang Feng was rarely humble, for him, there was really nothing to say about doing this in the realm of divine thoughts, the so-called divine thoughts, isn't it just how I think, how it changes.

"Your little trick is a great threat to others......"

Mo Yuan Ancestor shook his head, and he was also deducing repeatedly in his heart, how to deal with this strange attack of spell teleportation in the face of himself.

For the time being, the answer is definitely: it's really hard to deal with.

The enemy's main body teleportation can be restricted or interfered with by means such as space blockade, and this kind of spell teleportation does not have any scruples, even if it fails, he will not have any damage himself.

It's hard for us to watch out for, and God knows what kind of attack you're attacking in front of you one second, and in which direction and where the next second.

It's hard to prevent!

Only the turtle shell defense that is close to the body is still somewhat useful, but it also ends up in an embarrassing situation of being beaten passively......

As he gradually got to know more and more, Mo Yuan Ancestor felt that it was really uncertain to win this kid, but this was also gradually increasing his curiosity and desire: once he succeeded, there would definitely be a rich reward beyond imagination!

Thousands of miles away, Fengyan Daxian and the others have not been able to accurately locate the exact location of the enemy, but they have two cadres on their side.

Although they also have a portable space such as the Immortal Palace, they can include the unconscious and will not be dragged down by the wounded, and the feeling at this moment is also quite uncomfortable.

"Mo Yuan Ancestor, have you thought about it, do you really want to be the enemy of my Feng family?"

Neither of his subordinates died, but they were just unconscious, and Feng Yan Daxian once again made a wrong judgment based on Mo Yuan's ancestor's usual ruthless style, thinking that the reason why he showed mercy to his subordinates must also be scruples, so he moved out of his own family's backer.

Yunwu and Huali Daxian are secretly shouting badly: Mo Yuan's old ghost doesn't eat this set the most, and it is rumored that moving out of the forces behind him to threaten him will only lead to the trouble of kicking the hall and slapping his face madly.

Sure enough, Mo Yuan Ancestor immediately responded, and his voice echoed through the heavens and the earth: "Okay, after a while, I will go to the Feng family to visit." ”

Feng Yan snorted coldly, she didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, in her deep-rooted consciousness, she really didn't believe that the family forces would be afraid of such a wandering demon god.

Of course, it is still necessary to talk about it, it is impossible for a handful of people who are old to not even have this bit of intelligence, and then she said to the air: "Mo Yuan Ancestor, why do you want to protect that Tang Feng, what is the relationship between this person and you?" ”

"Why do you need to protect him?"

Mo Yuan replied: "It wasn't him who killed your grandson, but me!" ”

There are unjust debts and owners, and Mo Yuan Ancestor doesn't disdain to let others carry this pot, even if it is Tang Feng's kind of underwhelming goods.

What the?

Feng Yan suddenly showed a look of surprise, only then did she realize that she had wronged Tang Feng's kid.

He was not the one who killed my grandson.

That's it, who made him have a face of hatred, and besides, he and Mo Yuan Old Ancestor are clearly in the same group, and they are not really wronged......

Well, since it has been determined that the real culprit is Mo Yuan, there is nothing to talk about, Feng Yan shouted again: "Have the courage to admit it, why do you hide your head and show your tail like this, why don't you come out and fight head-on?" ”

Her divine sense had already locked on the valley where Tang Feng and the others were, but out of caution to avoid falling into the magic circle trap laid by the other party in advance, of course, she couldn't rush over it recklessly.

At this time, the Cloud Mist Immortal was quietly transmitting his voice to persuade: "Since it is determined that the enemy is Mo Yuan, this matter should be considered in the long run, in today's situation, it is not easy for us to join forces to retreat with our whole body, and it should be very unrealistic to take him down." ”

This has been said very euphemistically, what I really want to express is: that Mo Yuan has countless enemies, but he can crisscross all walks of life and live a chic and comfortable life, just a few of us want to take him down?

Big sister, stop dreaming, wake up quickly!

"It's okay!"

Feng Yan seemed to be in her chest, and there was a faint arrogance that did not fit her age in her calmness, and she replied: "I have the spiritual treasure protection given by my ancestors, no matter what, it is enough to keep us well." ”

'Family Ancestor' is talking about her grandfather, the contemporary patriarch of the Feng family, a golden immortal with profound mana.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Yunwu nodded, but made eye contact with Huali Daoyou, and silently reached a consensus: If the situation is not good, run away quickly, don't forget that we are just here to make soy sauce, but we can't know that it is a disaster, and we have to hit it with a head.

Thundered......

Tang Feng's answer was thundering, and the whole sky was gloomy.

A thick layer of dark clouds suddenly appeared above Feng Yan's heads, and then, this dark cloud condensed into a gray-black big hand that covered the sky, and lightning and thunder roared between his fingers, slowly pressing down with a strong terrifying aura.

In the valley, Mo Yuan Ancestor couldn't help but roll his eyelids: Dry fight, dry fight, is it necessary to waste mana to do all these bells and whistles?

The ancestor was accustomed to condensing strength and defeating the enemy with one sword, and he didn't appreciate such extravagance and waste very much.

"To me, it's nothing."

Tang Feng smiled, there was no need to explain more, but in fact, the power of the realm came from the prison world, which could be said to be endless, there was no difference between spending one piece and a hundred, there was no such concept as excess consumption, so why not make it spectacular.

At least I look at it myself, and I think it's pleasing to the eye and enjoyable......