When they saw the other party lighting a fire on the tree trunk, An Mufeng and the third elder didn't feel anything, but Dongfang Shaobai and Dong Xuanzi, who followed behind the two, changed their faces.

It's not like they've never seen this kind of thing.

The last time in Butterfly Valley, when Huo Yuanzhen saved Dongfang Qing for the first time, he picked up a tree trunk that was ignited, and the power of this huge weapon impressed them too much.

As long as you have the strength, if you use this kind of big fire stick, it is basically not something that human power can resist.

Thinking of the way Huo Yuanzhen waved the big fire stick at the beginning, both of them shuddered, and Dong Xuanzi hesitated and said to An Mufeng and the three elders: "Mr. An, three elders, this kind of stick burns and then turns out, the power is not small, if it hits the position, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist!"

An Mufeng didn't wait to speak, and the third elder sneered: "Joke, this stick is certainly not small, but it is impossible to smash into the position at all, is our spear array an ornament?"

After speaking, he looked at the four people with stumps in front of him, and pointed with his finger, "What are these people doing? Do they think that they can withstand our spears with a stump? Come on! No need to wait, they are already in range, now do it, shoot them into a sieve!"

After the three elders finished speaking, they took it for granted, and in their eyes it was taken for granted.

Although An Mufeng felt that something was wrong, but there was no flaw at the moment, it was obviously a joke to say that a stump could resist a spear, An Mufeng didn't think that every Shaolin monk had a perverted body like their abbot.

Huo Yuanzhen and the others had already seen that the other party was about to start releasing the gun, and the ten of them quickly divided into five groups.

Eight disciples in four groups, Huo Yuanzhen was in front of Sange, don't care about too many people's affairs, Huo Yuanzhen is confident that he won't let the spear shoot at him.

As they walked forward, they came within a distance of about thirty meters from the position.

Huitian and the others held their breath, the huge wooden stick in their hands crackled and burned, and the blazing fire illuminated the passage.

Hui Dao and the other four people were even more cautious and slowly approached.

When they finally came within thirty meters, the three elders waved their hands. Those Divine Dragon Sect disciples who had already prepared immediately opened their bows and arrows.

One person loaded the spear, and the two of them pulled the huge bowstring, and the spear, with a powerful inertia and a terrible whistling sound, shot straight at the four live targets such as the Hui Dao!

There was no dodge, they couldn't dodge, and they didn't have the ability to dodge, so the spears almost all hit at the same time!

Some spears pierced the stumps they had strapped on, peeking through the other side. But they were all guns that didn't stab them in the body.

A spear that stabbed them in the body. They all stopped!

With the cushion of the stump, although they were shot a lot, their bodies were also in pain. But he was not injured, but his face was a little pale.

The only thing they did was that they underestimated the inertia of these spears a little, and their bodies leaned back a little.

Huitian and the others in the back immediately held the big stick with one hand. One hand against their back, so they can't lean back.

At this moment, several people quickened their paces and quickly approached the position of the Divine Dragon Sect.

After the first wave of spear rain, there was a pause on the side of the Divine Dragon Sect.

Everyone didn't expect such a result, although those people with stumps were shot like hedgehogs, it was obvious that there was no big problem, and the pace rushed over faster!

What's going on? These spears are all experimental, and they can't be resisted by a fist-thick iron plate. Are these people's bodies stronger than iron plates?

By the time they had been stunned, the men had already rushed within a radius of about twenty meters.

The third elder waved his hand again unwillingly: "Do it again! They are close in front of you, and they can be shot to death in one shot!"

After receiving the orders of the three elders, the disciples of the Divine Dragon Sect hurriedly reloaded the spear and prepared to fire it again.

It was such a delay that caused the disciples of the Divine Dragon Sect to lose the best opportunity to retreat.

When the spear is powerful, it is an unparalleled weapon of murder. But if it loses its power, it becomes clumsy and cumbersome to operate.

The second wave of spears was not even as powerful as the first, some of them were shooting crookedly, and some of them simply didn't complete the reloading process that they were all too familiar with.

The main reason was that the big fire stick that the other party was about to wield really brought huge psychological pressure to the ordinary disciples of the Divine Dragon Sect.

If you can't shoot the other party. That stick is about to come down!

Under this kind of psychology, how can good results be achieved?

So the second wave of spears was fired. An Mufeng knew that it was not good, if it continued like this, this position would be over.

Although I don't know how these monks are invulnerable, they must have something to do with Yijie.

An Mufeng gritted his teeth: "One ring! I'll see if these bald donkeys of Shaolin can resist the old man!"

Although they were reluctant to work with the three elders, the two of them were grasshoppers on a rope at this time, and they must not let those monks wheel up the big fire sticks.

"The spear won't work, Third Elder! Let's go up, kill those people, Dongfang Shaobai, you two attack from the side!"

An Mufeng greeted, and immediately flew up in the air, rushing straight towards the Hui Dao and a few people.

He had just lifted off into the air, and it was the Shaolin Yijie who also shot up in the air.

In the relatively narrow environment of the passage, An Mufeng's flying ability did not have much advantage, Yijie's light skills were also very good, and that kind of weird moving method was more than enough to intercept him.

Huo Yuan's attention was really on An Mufeng, and when he saw the other party move, he came to intercept it.

The three elders over there also rushed over at the same time, and Sanger immediately flew out.

Sange is also a master of the Imperial Realm, flying is not a problem, although his skills are slightly inferior, but it is no problem to entangle with the three elders for a while.

The two intercepted their opponents at the same time, and Huo Yuanzhen yelled at the eight disciples: "Do it!

The disciples couldn't wait any longer, they were already within a distance of ten meters.

At this point, the four people who had learned that King Kong was not bad were squatting in a row in front, and the four people behind were swinging big sticks from the upper room above their heads.

When the huge fire stick smashed down with raging fire, many of the disciples of the Divine Dragon Sect collapsed psychologically!

God, this is not a fight, Lao Tzu is still young and does not want to be cremated!

The second shot wasted too much of their time to escape, when the fire stick came down. Most people didn't have a chance to escape, and that's how tragedy happened.

"Boom, boom!"

It was as if the sky had fallen, and those delicate bows and crossbows and Divine Dragon Sect disciples were like papier-mâché in front of these huge fire sticks.

Wherever the sticks passed, everything was razed to the ground, and after the devastating impact, there was a burst of fire.

The sticks of fire stained with oil swept over the position like a plague. Those fires can't be extinguished.

At first two more people tried to resist. But soon they became the first to enjoy cremation in ancient times.

Seeing their fate, those ordinary disciples of the Divine Dragon Sect completely lost their minds to fight.

Both the defenses and the weapons built were in shambles. They have become dust on the earth, they don't want to be dust, and their loyalty to the Holy King can't resist the fear of being burned to death. People began to flee for their lives.

Huitian and the other four people, under the protection of the four junior brothers and sisters, screamed excitedly, not because their killing intentions were too heavy, but because the feeling of wielding a huge fire stick to smash people was too refreshing, too hearty, and it was difficult for them to control themselves.

If this kind of weapon is easy to carry, it is simply an invincible weapon, and it will be smashed to pieces everywhere it hits, and then burned out. It's not something that the flesh can resist at all.

The position of the Divine Dragon Sect here collapsed in an instant, and An Mufeng saw it.

However, the monk in front of him did not get rid of it, and An Mufeng did not have the ability to help the ordinary disciples of the Divine Dragon Sect.

It's not easy to get rid of a precept, this monk doesn't fight hard with himself today, it's like a dog skin plaster by his side, if you try hard, he will withdraw a little, and when you want to withdraw, he will come desperately. Never give you a chance to harass his disciples.

The three elders over there are even more so, Sange doesn't have as many tricks as Huo Yuanzhen, it's just a tantric mudra, and his moves are fatal, although his skills are not as good as the three elders. It was impossible to get out of it for a while.

An Mufeng saw that he was anxious in his eyes, and turned his head sharply and yelled at Dongfang Shaobai and Dong Xuanzi: "What are you two doing?

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. At first glance, these two people were dangling there with some weak feet.

An Mufeng looked at the ring that was fighting with him again, and it turned out that he was busy opening his palm to the two, and a golden word "forbidden" loomed.

I don't feel anything about this word, but Dongfang Shaobai and the two of them can't do it, as if they have drunk too much, and they can't stand steadily.

"It's two pieces of waste!"

An Mufeng gritted his teeth and scolded angrily, turned around and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Yijie monk, I didn't expect you to be able to break our position, it seems that the old man underestimated you, but even if the position is broken by you today, you must not want to take a step forward, the old man is desperate, and he will leave you behind!"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled: "If Mr. An has the ability to do it, just try it." ”

An Mufeng no longer paid attention to the situation in the position, and a trace of black qi began to emanate from outside his body.

"Is this another trick? Black Qi can make you stronger for a short time, but if you want to kill the poor monk, I'm afraid it's difficult!"

An Mufeng didn't answer, the black qi was emitting faster, but Huo Yuanzhen suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

In the black qi around An Mufeng's body, there was actually a trace of blood!

A powerful force spread from An Mufeng's body, and this power made Huo Yuanzhen feel palpitations.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

An Mufeng quickly finished his work, and his whole appearance changed a little, the blood vessels burst out on his skin, revealing a dazzling red, and there was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth: "I don't understand, right? This is the unique method of the Blood Demon Lord, blood sacrifice! The method of using your own blood to improve your strength, one ring, you are lucky enough to die under this trick, and it is not in vain to go in the world!"