The soldiers and horses of the Seventh Road strangled the Blood Sect's stronghold, and soon after a small turmoil, they rushed along the Imperial City Avenue and rushed all the way towards the Nanhua Gate, the south gate of the Yan Imperial Palace.

Their charge was extremely abrupt, and when the other six roads were still attacking the suspicious stronghold of the Blood Sect in Yuanhuo City, they immediately launched the most rapid attack directly towards the Yan Emperor Palace.

The idea of the East Gate District is to be taken by surprise and catch the Blood Sect off guard.

The way led by Ling Feng did not attack any of the strongholds in Yuanhuo City at all, but directly attacked the Yan Emperor Palace as a target.

The attack route designed by the East Gate District is to forcibly enter the Yan Imperial Palace from the Nanhua Gate, and then break through the garrison of the Royal Spirit Sword Regiment, and then besiege the Imperial City with other six-way soldiers and horses, and completely block the Yan Imperial Palace.

Ling Feng and the black-robed warriors were one left and one right, each leading a group of men and horses, one left and one right at the same time, rushing in parallel, preparing to forcibly attack Nanhua Gate.

When approaching the Nanhua Gate, Tianhuo Potian suddenly asked Ling Fengdao: "Master Hou, how can you be sure that we are attacking the Blood Sect cultists?" I know that some blood cultivators do not launch blood techniques, and they will not show anything special, we have not found the Blood Sect in Nancheng several times before, I don't know how to judge this time?"

When Ling Feng heard him ask, he immediately smiled and said, "You wait and see, as long as you follow behind this black-robed martial artist, you will know, who is the Blood Sect Cult and who is not the Blood Sect Cultist?"

Tianhuo Tiantian was quite shocked when he heard this, and looked at the black-robed woman who had been standing in front of him and never said a word, and couldn't help but have a strange feeling in his heart.

"How could she judge the identity of the Blood Sect cultist, and she was not a Blood Sect cultist?" Zhu Rong Houzhao on the side couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

Huo Yao's face couldn't help but change, and at this time, she couldn't help but think about Ling Feng and asked, "Feng Lang, how do we know that we are attacking the Blood Sect cultists?"

Ling Feng hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Cultivating the Blood Sect's Blood Fu True Scripture to a certain level, you can easily sense the bloody aura on the Blood Cultivator's body, so both Lingyun and I can do this, and you only need to follow closely behind me later, and chop up some of the fish that have slipped through the net as quickly as possible!"

Huo Yao stared at Ling Feng's back in shock, and for a moment his mind fell into a daze, feeling as if he was in a dream.

"Could it be that I heard it wrong? Why did Feng Lang say that he cultivated the Fruit Blood Fu True Scripture, wasn't that the evil art of the Blood Sect? Why did ......" Huo Yao felt his heart instantly confused.

At this time, Ling Feng stood up suddenly, made a gesture to the black-robed martial artist on the other side of the road to rush forward, and at the same time unfolded his body, and immediately turned into two rapid figures, one red and one black, and pounced on the forbidden army guarding the Nanhua Gate.

"Who?"

When the forbidden soldiers discovered the figures of the two of them, they immediately shouted in unison, and dozens of martial arts peaks withdrew their hands and waved their swords at the same time to shoot out sword light in the air, wanting to stop Ling Feng and the black-robed martial artists.

Ling Feng, who was in mid-air, suddenly flashed, and then the figure that was originally floating in mid-air suddenly smashed in mid-air, and in the next moment, Ling Feng's figure had already appeared on the side of a group of forbidden army warriors, and his hands were like dots, quickly pointing on the foreheads and necks of everyone, and all these forbidden army warriors who were going to fight with him fell to the ground.

"They are not blood puppets, nor are they blood cultivators!" the black-robed martial artist in mid-air fell to Ling Feng's side like a black rainbow light, and said to Ling Feng in a sweet voice.

"I know!" Ling Feng said casually.

But the black-robed warrior was stunned for a while, and looked at Ling Feng in a daze.

Ling Feng immediately reluctantly explained: "I have also cultivated blood arts, but it is not the same as what you understand, in the future, I will find a way to tell you the orthodox way of blood art cultivation, I won't say much about it today!"

"Really?" the black-clothed warrior couldn't help but be extremely surprised.

It was the first time she had heard that there was an orthodox way in blood art, but as long as it was said by Ling Feng, she didn't believe it, not to mention that she had now cultivated the blood art of the Blood Sect, what else was there to fear?

"Let's go!" Ling Feng gestured to the people behind him, and once again unfolded his body and flew towards the interior of the Nanhua Gate.

With the current combat strength of the two of them, the guards of the Yan Imperial Palace could not be their opponents, plus the two of them covered each other on the left and the right to break forward, and there were people behind them who specially cleaned up the mess, so they could break through all the way and quickly attack the Nanhua Gate.

even directly killed the Royal Spirit Sword Regiment's station in the Yan Emperor Palace, and everything went extremely smoothly. Such a smooth process should have been something to be happy about, but Ling Feng really couldn't be happy.

"No, there is not a single blood puppet and blood cultivator, how is this possible?" Ling Feng stared in surprise at the martial artist of the Royal Spirit Sword Regiment who had been put down by himself and the black-robed martial artist, and his heart was full of doubts.

Huo Yao and Tianhuo Potian, who caught up, also didn't look good, as smart as they were, they didn't need to explain at all, and they had already realized that something was not quite right.

"This situation is a little wrong!" "Tianhuo rushed to Ling Feng's side, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"What should we do now?, whether to move forward or to withdraw, I always feel that it is a little dangerous to break into the Yan Imperial Palace at this time, and I feel uneasy now. Huo Yao couldn't help but worry.

However, just as they were hesitating whether to continue their previous attack, suddenly a large area of bloody aura suddenly appeared around the Royal Spirit Sword Regiment's station, quickly surrounding them from all directions.

In just a few breaths, they had heard countless undead blood golems bathed in blood and roaring like beasts from their mouths, standing shoulder to shoulder towards their group.

"Blood...... Blood Puppet!" Among the five hundred Tianjiao army, many Tianjiao were shocked, obviously they were frightened by the terrifying scene they found in front of them.

Originally, in the eyes of everyone, their group of people, a total of more than 3,000 masters above the martial sect level, plus Ling Feng, a master who was not as good as the strong rank, was already a strong soldier.

But as soon as they saw the number of undead blood golems besieging them, they were completely dumbfounded in an instant.

In front of them were 10,000 neatly arranged immortal blood puppets, and even every movement of walking was neat and meticulous.

Tianhuo couldn't help but exclaim: "Why the hell are there so many immortal blood puppets? This can't be the entire royal guard army of tens of thousands of people refined into immortal blood puppets!"

Ling Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he casually shot out two rays of cyan light, which accurately landed in the hands of Huo Yao and Tianhuo Potian respectively, and then the divine sense transmitted to them: "Each of you two has a Xuanling ring containing a hundred dark chickens, and you can command and cultivate it yourself, if it explodes." I'm afraid that these people behind you will be torn apart by these undead blood golems that rush up, swallowed into their stomachs, and turned into blood food. ”

After saying that, the Fire Spirit Sword of the Tenth Rank in Ling Feng's hand unfurled a blood-red light curtain and shot fiercely towards the undead blood puppet in the distance.

This move, which seems to be a simple fire spirit sword qi, is actually a brand new sword qi that he has completed by fusing fire spirit power and blood demon spirit power, the two powers.

Rumble!

The bodies of hundreds of immortal blood puppets were blasted out by Ling Feng's sword, and it was strange that there was no sign of being cut off.

When Ling Feng saw this scene, he thought that it was because his sword qi was not fused enough, and it was not enough to cut off the body of the immortal blood puppet.

Who knows, the black-robed warrior on the other side stabbed the same blood-red sword qi in his hand, and he could only blast back hundreds of immortal blood puppets, and he didn't cut off any of the immortal blood puppets.

By this time, Ling Feng had already begun to feel that something was not quite right.

But the bad situation continued, and even Huo Yao and Tianhuo released two hundred dark chickens to attack, but they did not achieve the significant effect they deserved.

Although the attack of the Dark Chicken is still effective, after the flesh of the undead blood puppet is pecked into the mouth of the Dark Chicken, it actually slows down for a moment, although it is only a short moment, but it is enough to compress the attack frequency of the entire flock to a terrifying point.

What's even more terrifying is that the damage caused by the Dark Chicken to these undead blood golems is not even as fast as the blood core in their body can repair the body.

The Dark Chicken even began to be attacked by several undead blood golems at the same time, and even kicked away and exploded.

The bad situation made Huo Yao and Tianhuo Potian exclaim again and again in an instant, and everyone behind them who originally hated the same enemy couldn't help but feel frightened, feeling that they had become lambs to the slaughter, and they had reached the embarrassing situation of sitting and waiting to die.

10,000 to 2,000 taels, this gap is too big.

In fact, this is not just the difference in numbers, but more importantly, the bodies of these undead blood golems that appear are surprisingly hard, completely different from the undead blood golems they encountered.

Even the black-robed martial artist, who had personally created the immortal blood puppets, couldn't help but be secretly frightened, saying that he couldn't understand what was going on with these immortal blood puppets in front of him.

Just when everyone was squeezed within the size of a house by the immortal blood puppet, a wild laugh, accompanied by the sound of tearing the air, quickly came from the depths of the Yan Palace#Fierce#Shoot#.

"Hahaha!"

Yan Yucong was wearing a blood-red robe, with a blood-colored crown on his head, his face showed a bit of smug madness, his feet stepped on the heads of the two immortal blood puppets, squinted his eyes, and looked at everyone with a sneer, "How is it?" Ling Feng, do you have a feeling of being aggrieved to death, I have restrained all the back moves you prepared, have you found out?"

Hearing this, everyone's hearts couldn't help but feel cold, and the sky couldn't help but think about Ling Feng and asked, "Master Hou, do you still have a way to deal with it now?"

Ling Feng shook his head helplessly and said, "Do you need to say this? It's all like this, surrounded by 10,000 immortal and even uninjured guys, plus Yan Yucong is such a perverted guy, I just want to say that I haven't entered someone else's trap, I'm afraid it's not okay." ”

"What should I do then?" Tianhuo Potian was a little anxious, but in fact, in addition to asking what to do, he was so powerless to deal with the Blood Sect and the undead blood golem, but he didn't expect that Ling Feng, who originally had some experience in dealing with the undead blood golem, would be forced to the point where he had no way out.

Ling Feng shook his head helplessly, saying that he had no choice, and then he began to transmit the voice to the black-robed martial artist's divine sense, wanting to ask about what was going on with these perverted blood puppets created by Yan Yucong, but the results he could get were just not understanding.

Ling Feng continued to frown unwillingly, wanting to continue thinking, but found that he couldn't think about it at all, let alone break it.

"Fenglang, you go quickly, don't think about it anymore. Huo Yao, who had no confidence anymore, suddenly shouted at Ling Feng in a loud voice. Tianhuo Potian, who reacted, couldn't help but exclaim, and also joined the ranks of urging Ling Feng to escape.