His tone still sounded quite sensational, but none of the monks in the circle around him were infected by his words, and they all gathered their true qi and prepared to make a move. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Fang Tianhang, who was holding a sword in one hand, scolded in a low voice, "Evil Demon Outer Dao!", and Senior Aunt Mingquan coldly reprimanded, "Epilepsy!" Lei Qianqi pinched his fingers so much that they sounded like the sound of electric sparks. Zhenwu picked up the iron ball in his hand and was about to smash it, but a middle-aged man with a black face behind him gently pressed his shoulder: "Be careful! That guy is weirdly tight!", Zhenwu could only snort in frustration. The chain hung down on his hand. Only the head of the Heavenly Slayer Demon Sect, a good man who dares to fight and rush with a gun, dares to take the lead under the pressure of the peak of the Purple Wind Sanren.

At the same time that the Purple Wind Sanren made that hugging "full of love (malice)" posture, the head of the Heavenly Slayer Demon Sect, who had been standing on his right side with a spear, attacked blatantly. No one present knew that most of the courage and meaninglessness of the calamity at this moment was dispersed by the purple wind. The Heavenly Slayer Demon Sect and the Purple Blood God Sect have a very deep source, the two have been in the same breath for many years, and they are really a loss, and the destruction of the Purple Blood God Sect has brought countless troubles to the Heaven Slayer Demon Sect, if it weren't for the ancestor of the scourge, that is, the previous generations of "Scourge Taboo" desperately saved it, I am afraid that the Heaven Slayer Demon Sect will perish with the Purple Blood God Sect, and the journey of the destruction of the Purple Blood God Sect is beginning with the purple wind scattered people in front of him!

Purple Wind Sanren is the ********** of the Purple Blood God Sect, and the master of the Heavenly Slaying Demon Sect, who has always defended the Purple Blood God Sect very much, can he not hate this traitor? His mood at this time is probably that he wants to tear the number one traitor in this brotherhood Purple Wind Sanren and eat it! Where else do you want to do anything that is not in line with the right way?

"You're not qualified to pretend to be a master here!, you traitor and disgrace of the Purple Blood Demon Sect!" Scourge shouted hysterically, his face now distorted to resemble a terrifying insect. His face erupted with thick purple-red earthworm-like veins, his eyes and sockets swelled a full circle, his pupils turned pale, and the whites of his eyes turned dark purple. He flew up and jumped up, and the figure that pulled up upwards conjured up into three or four light purple afterimages, each of which was extremely distorted and weird after its posture, and it looked like a crazy ghost, which was not much more than some of the guys in "Zombie Siege". He grabbed the meter-long wooden-handled steel spear with both hands, and swept it out like a halberd. A milky white wind burst out on the bright silver spear head, followed by a sonic boom that shook the audience.

The tip of the spear makes a milky white arc. The arc then sliced into the body of the Purple Wind Scatterer like a wind blade. For a moment, everyone present was stunned for a moment, they didn't expect that Zifeng Sanren, a master of the Great Perfection of the Dao, would be hit like this, and a burst of joy rose in the hearts of many people, and many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, all the monks present and a mage hiding in the shadows were all stunned, and their expressions were all frozen.

The white light like a blade of air pierced the body of the Purple Wind Scatterer, and his body split in half in the air, but this split state only lasted for a second. A second later, his split body was instantly healed together, and there was no longer the slightest crack to be seen. The sight looked as strange as a reflection of a blow swept through the water.

"His body ......" Yinchen hiding behind the stone pillar seemed to have a flash of inspiration in his mind, remembering something, but he couldn't grasp the fleeting aura, and when he concentrated on thinking about it carefully, there was nothing, and in the end he could only give up and continue to pay attention to the situation on the field.

Seeing this scene, all the monks on the ground, including Feng Lieshan, were dumbfounded, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness that "the opponent is invincible" rose in their hearts. Feng Lieshan quickly pulled his hands out of his sleeves, and threw them forward and upwards with a hula, his entire body floated towards the purple wind scattered people with the traction of his hands, the speed was not fast, but his body shape was unpredictable, and even Yinchen, who was a mage, could hardly hit him directly with ballistic magic such as fireballs.

At this time, Feng Lieshan seemed to be brave, but in fact he was just putting on a show, his real hole card "Ghost Dragon Twin Spear" was still hidden in his arms and not taken out, and the set of spirit weapon flying knives "Moonlight Fragments" in his hand was just used to temporarily trap, or even just drag the divine soldiers of the Purple Wind Scatter. Feng Lieshan's ability to grasp the current situation is definitely not comparable to Du Chuanchang, an ordinary monk who claims to be a genius, he is soberly aware that everyone present at this time is in danger, in the face of such a Zifeng Sanren who seems to be "unbeatable", it is completely useless to retreat and escape, and the only thing that can really avoid casualties is to bravely meet it, use various realistic martial arts moves to drag this person, and then think of other ways.

Feng Lieshan walked with his hand, and at the same time, his index finger flicked continuously, and a layer of blue-gray clouds appeared on the silver bright ring on each finger, and quickly rushed forward along the almost invisible thin line connected to the ring, and finally reached the blade of ten steel wire flying knives a zhang away. Feng Lieshan jumped high, and at the moment when his body fell from the highest point, his big sleeves danced, his ten fingers were vertical and horizontal, and a large number of flying knives of the ghost system Zhenyuan were infused, and he swiped up and down left and right under the traction of the thin line, and only relied on ten blades to weave a large net with no possibility of dodging.

"It's ...... Dead in Senluo Prison?The moves in the Great Law of Condensing the Soul?" Yinchen, who was hiding behind the stone pillar, widened his eyes, and carefully looked at Feng Lieshan's elegant and smooth movements, with a slight envy and a bitter gloom in his heart. His Majesty the Silver Dust Wizard is well aware of his martial arts talents, even if he has the full version of the Soul Condensing Dafa Shattering Body and Splitting the Heart True Solution (which has now become part of the Demon Crying Slash Fist), even if he has mastered the Death Forest Luo Prison The most core, the most essential and the most authoritative application experience of this move, he can't replicate the smoothness and perfection of Feng Lieshan, and he can't even do the most basic proficiency and harmony, except for the Demon Cry Slash and the Heaven and Earth Splitting God, any other martial arts, even if the most powerful grandmaster teaches him hand in hand, he can't be skilled and natural. As a close relative of the Dead Mansion, he lacks talent for physical coordination.

Feng Lieshan's "Dead and Dead Prison of Sen Luo" was only formed in the air, and before it fell on the body of the purple wind scatterer, the situation in the air of the ring had a new change. Because of the secret method and become like a mad demon, at this moment he has long forgotten what fear is, what is the "battle situation", in every cell of his body, there is only one thought, that is, to attack, desperate to attack madly. (To be continued.) )