The four enemies are all monks who cultivated in the late stage of Jindan, all of them have good strength, and their cultivation of Taoism and supernatural powers are very powerful, and they are also good at joining forces to attack together, and the four of them faintly form a formation and work together to deal with small points.

Xiao Budian has already exerted the martial arts magic power of wind and thunder and heavenly movement, showing the body of the wind and thunder ghost god, and in the tiger spirit golden plate, the demon and tiger spirit at the peak of the Jindan period were also released by him, and one person and one tiger cooperated with each other, and did not fall behind at all.

But what gave him some headaches was that in this green mist, his divine sense could not lock on to the other party, on the contrary, the four opponents seemed to be unaffected by the mist.

Whenever Xiao Budian attacked strongly, they retreated into the fog to temporarily avoid the edge, and then used the fog to conceal the sneak attack, if Xiao Budian did not have the bronze void tripod in his hand, he even had to suffer a small loss once.

At this moment, a mana fluctuation surged in the space, although it was not strong, but it made the green mist vibrate violently.

Although the fog did not disperse, its ability to confine space was weakened a lot in an instant.

Xiao Budian's spirit perked up: "This spell is Master's Heavenly Barrier?"

The green mist's ability to confine space disappeared, and naturally it could no longer trap Xiao Budian, and between the vibrations of the Bronze Void Ding, Xiao Budian had already rushed out of the fog and let out a phoenix-like roar.

"It's no longer possible, let's go!" the middle-aged monk in green robe made a quick decision and gave the order to retreat.

If they can trap Xiao Budian in the green mist, then they may still assassinate Xiao Budian unknowingly, but now that Xiao Budian has escaped from the predicament, just by escaping, they will have no way to take Xiao Budian for a while.

Not to mention. It's not a deserted place, and the North Wind Sea is just a short distance away. There were hundreds of people who participated in the Wasteland Festival, not to mention Lin Feng and other bigwigs.

The mist of a green-robed middle-aged monk. In addition to sealing the space, there is also the effect of isolating the sound, and now that the wind is leaking, I dare not fight, and immediately retreat.

The four Jindan monks were all wrapped in his green mist, and the group was about to break through the space and flee into the distance.

Xiao Budian snorted: "Want to go?" Harnessing the Bronze Void Ding, he was about to catch up, and he didn't plan to keep all five of them on his own. But as long as you delay them a little, someone will naturally clean up the situation.

But at this moment, a faint cold light suddenly lit up beside him.

At this moment, Xiao Budian's whole body hair exploded, and a serious sense of crisis suddenly came to his heart: "I see, this is the real killer move!"

It was an old man dressed in gray cloth, and he looked so ordinary that he couldn't find it when he threw it into the crowd, even though he was now launching a killing blow at Xiao Budian. Zhou's body was still extremely ordinary, without the slightest murderous hostility.

This person has such a quality, even if others are standing in front of you. Face to face with you and say to you, "I'm going to kill you." ”

But you will still unconsciously ignore or even ignore his existence.

But this appearance is extremely ordinary, standing in the crowd like an old man in gray who has been transferred into the sea by water droplets. But he was a terrible assassin and assassin.

He doesn't have the slightest fame, and no one in the outside world will ever know about it. As a late cultivator of Jindan, he once successfully stabbed and killed a primordial ancestor!

The little one is very smart. His perception ability is far beyond that of ordinary Jindan monks, he grew up in the mountains as a child, and he has a keenness and intuition for danger.

The Yuan Infant Monk couldn't completely hide his little perception, but now that he was touched by this gray-clothed old man, he didn't notice it at all, and he didn't notice the danger until the other party really made a move.

This is also a little bit of vigilance, if you change to an ordinary Jindan period monk, you don't even know how you died, you don't know what to do, you don't know it, you are confused, and you are harvested by the old man in gray and take away your life.

"The Dao and supernatural powers that this person cultivates are simply for the purpose of assassination and assassination. Xiao Budian had already fully understood at this time: "Don't talk about those four Jindan stage monks, even that Yuan Infant stage monk is used as a cover for him!"

In fact, the green-robed middle-aged ancestor didn't know about the existence of the gray-clothed old man, but because of this, he did his best to mislead the little ones more truthfully and effectively, and won an opportunity for the gray-clothed old man.

The cold light in the hands of the gray-clothed old man crossed a strange curve in the air, like a snake crawling, turning a few angles, but effectively avoiding Xiao Budian's defense, and slashed towards Xiao Budian's thin white neck.

The Bronze Void Ding is now out of Xiao Budian's body, and is used by him to travel through space, but it can't play a defensive role.

Although the body of the Wind Thunder Ghost God is powerful, it has to take the attack of the gray-clothed old man with the vital point of the neck, and Xiao Budian does not have the slightest confidence.

That faint and cold light, although the light was dim, but the destructive power bred in it was enough to make every Jindan stage monk tremble.

Even if it is a monk in the infancy stage, if it is a critical attack, he will be hated on the spot.

But Xiao Budian's expression was as usual, and his mind was moving, and between the lightning and flint, a small round shield suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air, just to block the gray-clothed old man's changes were exhausted, and he began to accelerate the attack of rushing and killing.

The small shield is a gift from Kang Nanhua to Xiao Budian, the Ganges Mixed Yuan Shield, which was refined in the late stage of Kang Nanhua's Jindan, can resist an attack by the ancestor of the Yuan Infant Stage, and now it is this small shield that helps Xiao Budian block the assassination of the old man in gray!

The small shield shattered directly, and the power of the old man in gray was comparable to that of an infant monk.

The Ganges Mixed Yuan Shield was shattered, but the old man's attack was also blocked, and the faint cold light finally showed its original form, but it was a short blue knife as thin as a cicada's wing, no more than a foot long, and the handle was held in the hand of the gray-clothed old man.

It was an old hand, with skin like dead tree bark, but the movement of the knife was unusually steady, like an immutable stone.

"Does everyone have such a shield? The intelligence didn't mention this!" The old man in gray sighed, suddenly withdrew his knife, and his body shrank back, the whole person seemed to shrink infinitely, and the figure disappeared.

After missing the blow, the old man in gray did not hesitate, without any intention of continuing to attack, and immediately retreated, even if he looked for an opportunity in the future, he would never continue to stay in place.

Missing a hit, flying thousands of miles away, without any mud and water, without any fluke mentality, without any superfluous thoughts of greed for victory, are the basic qualities of a top assassin killer.

It's just that he wants to leave now, but it's still too late, the void in front of him shook for a while, and Lin Feng's body had already stepped out of the spatial crack, and he arrived in front of the gray-clothed old man in one step, holding a ball of purple qi in his hand, and in that purple qi was an independent small world.

In this Heavenly Realm, five figures are constantly struggling, trying to escape from it, it is the green-robed middle-aged man who left before and the three late Jindan stage monks, the five assassins of the first wave were captured by Lin Feng, and only one fish slipped through the net.

That Jindan period monk was deliberately let go by Lin Feng, and he left a mark on that person, wanting to see if he could catch a bigger fish.

Lin Feng quietly looked at the gray-clothed old man in front of him and didn't speak, but opened his five fingers and stretched out his hand to grab him.

Even in the face of Lin Feng, the gray-clothed old man still remained calm, did not say a word, his body shrank sharply, becoming as if it was smaller than a grain of sand, and flew backwards, trying to avoid Lin Feng's capture.

Lin Feng looked at him and said lightly: "Your escape method is not actually a real shrinkage of your body, but an illusion method cast on other people's spirits, which makes people lose your trace in their consciousness, thinking that you have become smaller and disappeared." ”

But for this seat, this kind of blinding method does not make the slightest sense. ”

Lin Feng's five fingers opened, and the spell of the heavens extended from the Heavenly Barrier Divine Power grabbed it, directly turning the space where the gray-clothed old man was into a big hand, holding him firmly in the palm of his hand, and he couldn't move for a while.

At this time, Shi Zongyue, the iron-faced King of Anliang of Great Qin, also paced out of the void, followed by the other two Yuan God giants of the Great Qin Dynasty who participated in the Wasteland Festival this time, Changle Daozun and Gambling Daozun.

It's just that at this time, Changle Daozun, who has always been happy, couldn't laugh at all, and Zhuge Guang, who was a calm and casual gambler, also had a dignified face.

The eyes of the three primordial god bosses all fell on the Heavenly Realm in Lin Feng's palm, staring at the green-robed middle-aged monk imprisoned there.

If the gaze could kill, this Yuan Infant Monk would have already been divided into corpses 10,000 times by the three Yuan Shen Da Niu.

They all recognized that this green-robed middle-aged monk was named Zhao Xin, who was one of the several great ancestors of the Great Qin Dynasty who participated in the festival this time.

This person was originally worshiped in the infancy period of the Great Qin Dynasty, and he was usually low-key, did not shoot often, and rarely traveled around, that is, he was in retreat alone, or practiced Taoism, or refined pills and magic weapons.

But this Zhao Xin's strength is not weak, and when the Great Qin Dynasty asks him to make a move, it is not ambiguous to complete the task.

Shi Zongyue and the other three originally appreciated such a powerful and low-key subordinate very much, but who knew that it was this person who stabbed the big basket.

The three giants of the Great Qin Dynasty are all having a headache at the moment, because the impact of this incident is too bad.

As the organizer of the festival, not to mention the assassination of the invited guests, the organizer's own people actually participated in the assassination, no matter where this kind of thing is reasoned, the Great Qin Dynasty will lose face this time.

Changle Daozun glanced at Lin Feng, who was expressionless, and sighed even more in his heart: "It's not good to pick any target, you have to pick this disciple, this time things are even more difficult." ”

After the trip to Xingyun Peak, Lin Feng's reputation as a calf protector has been widely spread, and many people know that this master of Xuanmen is extremely protective of his shortcomings, even to the point of making a big fuss, what happens to his disciple, this big man will never give up, and is more likely to personally carry a knife into battle to seek justice for his disciple.

"The only thing that is fortunate is that his little disciple didn't really have any accidents, otherwise things would really be difficult to get good today. As soon as Changle Daozun thought of this, he saw Lin Feng turn his head and look at them expressionlessly.

"King Anliang, Changle Daozun, Gambling Daozun, this seat needs an explanation. Lin Feng's tone was calm and indifferent, but anyone could hear that this was just the most calm before the storm. (To be continued......)