"How did you know I was in danger?" she asked, thinking of a question, and resisting the sharp pain that would hurt as soon as she spoke.

"Because I know your real name is Ning Yunrui. When Feng Bu heard the sound, he first raised his hand to untie the golden light on Ding Erhu's body, and then bent his waist slightly to answer an answer in Ning Yunrui's ear.

"Are you all tired of being alive?" Before Ning Yunrui, who was stunned by this answer, could ask anything more, Feng Buyi pointed to the monks behind her, who were slowly shrinking the encirclement.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Buyi stood up straight and dragged Ning Yunrui behind him.

"I've only been silent for three years, and no one remembers me! It's really sad!" looked at the monks who were like deaf people and continued to move forward, Feng Buyi said self-deprecatingly.

With that, he raised an index finger that pointed straight to the sky.

Immediately after, he condensed a dazzling golden light the size of a human head on this index finger.

Seeing this light cluster that exuded a terrifying aura, the monks in the front row stood in place with fear on their faces.

But the monks behind did not see this light group, they were still moving forward.

It wasn't until the light flew into the air and swelled into a huge ball of light with a diameter of about five hundred meters that all the monks present stopped in a daze.

This light cluster is like the sun, illuminating this area with a radius of nearly 10,000 meters.

With the light source, it is not difficult to see that the bodies of these monks are rising with both ripples and light.

Most of these ripples are colorless, pale yellow ones occupy only a few, and silver ones are only a few.

Most of these lights are light blue, only a few are pale yellow, and there is only one silver one, and that is the "Praetorian Guard".

But no matter what form of spiritual energy was rising from the bodies of these monks, they could only react to the dazzling golden light that was constantly stretching out and stretching their blades in the sky, and that was despair.

"Golden Sword Prison!" Immediately after, as Feng Bu said this expressionlessly, this dazzling golden light cluster also shot out countless blades that were so fast that they couldn't see the shadow.

These blades are like eyes, and they only attack the hands and feet of these monks, and do not hurt their vital points.

In a short time, there was no longer a single one of the more than 3,000 monks within a radius of 10,000 meters who could stand.

Without exception, they all fell to the ground, screaming and clutching their wounds.

Even the monks who were standing on the roof of the building and preparing for a sneak attack were taken care of by Feng Buyi.

The most tragic of them all is the "Praetorian Guard".

His arms and legs were cut off by Qi Gen, and now he is a human stick that has escaped alive.

As for the blades that shot out, after they hurt the enemy, they automatically turned into bits of golden light and flew back to the dazzling golden ball of light.

Looking at the spectacular scene in front of him, Ding Erhu couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"So you have two brushes. Seeing this, Ning Yunrui was not much surprised, but just praised it with a lot of praise.

"Hahaha!" Although Feng Buyi didn't understand Ning Yunrui's literal meaning, he understood her tone, and saw that Feng Buyi couldn't help but smirk and scratch his head after being praised by Ning Yunrui.

But before Feng Bu could finish smirking, a handsome middle-aged man in a gold-rimmed white robe fell from the sky and landed beside the thin old man.