Attacking with all his might, the Heavenly Euphorbia swung out resolutely, like a meteor, and where the Euphorbia passed, the void surged, and the eternal qi burst out. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In an instant, Leng Feng's figure turned into four paths, constantly attacking and killing the mid-stage monk.

In just the tea time, the monk was extremely miserable, with deep scars on his chest, blood stained his red clothes, and the long sword in his hand was also broken by the cold front halberd. His blood was surging, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with scarlet blood. He knew very well that if he didn't come to support again, he would die before tea time.

Looking back at his sect master, the meaning of the prayer was very strong.

Feeling the prayer of the elders in the sect, the Lord of Meicheng was also very helpless, and he also wanted to go to support, but this thunder beast was entangled with him, and he couldn't get rid of it, and its speed exceeded his budget, and a little relaxation was a ruthless thunderbolt. And the other elder was also restrained by Guo Chen and the others, unable to move.

Suddenly, a miserable howl resounded through the sky, and the mid-stage elder of Meicheng had his thigh cut off and fell down. Blood spilled through the air, turning into a rain of blood.

"Ten Thousand Swords Array, Condensation. ”

A loud shout came out, Leng Feng put away the halberd in his hand, his hands continued to seal, and suddenly, the surrounding waves surged, and a cold intent trapped the mid-stage monk fiercely, and in an instant, hundreds of sharp swords appeared in the void.

"Kenshin. ”

The Lord of Meicheng suddenly widened his eyes, how important the sword heart is to sword cultivation, the cultivation is high, if there is no enlightened sword heart, even if it is unspeakable, it is also a low-level sword cultivation. Some sword cultivators are extremely poor and can't comprehend it in their lifetime, and even among the many seniors they know, few people can comprehend it.

The sword gradually solidified, shuttling endlessly, forming a huge sword cage in the void, imprisoning the mid-stage condensation monk. The sword cage gradually shrank, and its sharp sword swept through and across the sword.

"Extinguish"

There was another shout, and the shout fell, and the monk in the middle stage of concentrating had already perished miserably at this moment, and his body was broken into thousands of pieces and scattered.

Seeing this scene, the Lord of Meicheng let out a heart-rending shout, wanting to kill Leng Feng directly, but he was still stopped by the thunder beast. It was his lifelong brother, and although the two had only known each other for decades, they had been saved several times in the past few decades.

At this moment, seeing him die in front of him, a sense of sorrow burst out instantly, clenching the long sword in his hand, looking at Leng Feng with both eyes, the killing intent in his eyes was like two heavenly swords.

Although he was furious in his heart, he did not relax in the slightest, because he knew that there was still a thunder beast holding him back.

And the many plum blossom sect monks below emitted a heaven-shattering sorrow.

Leng Feng immediately turned around, didn't care about others, looked at the Lord of Meicheng, and gradually went to the attack, the halberd in his hand appeared again, and immediately devoured an elixir, although the previous battle looked decisive and ruthless, but the spiritual power consumed was also huge, even if there was a Tripitaka to help recover, but it still couldn't withstand the consumption of the last move.

The thunder sounded, and at this moment, it was not only the thunder beast, but also the place where Leng Feng passed was also an electric arc, and with a loud shout, a giant hand formed by thunder immediately slapped down, and the aura in the void was also shattered by the thunder intent.

Looking at Leng Feng's attack, the Lord of Meicheng was suddenly solemn, and he knew from watching Leng Feng's battle before that this young monk was absolutely extraordinary, his eyes were sharp, and the long sword in his hand swung suddenly.

The seal that had been hidden for several years was triggered again.

In an instant, a vague figure appeared in the void, the figure was blurred, and it was impossible to see the slightest face, but the plum fragrance of that body permeated the entire void.

"Qimei is a real person. ”

Guo Chen, who was fighting with another monk, suddenly exclaimed, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"Sacrifice. ”

Looking at the formed figure, Leng Feng snorted coldly, the halberd in his hand was tightly clenched, and the thunder beast also appeared beside Leng Feng, his face solemn.

At this moment, the Lord of the Plum City instantly became emaciated, not only was his spiritual power exhausted, but his body was also emaciated at a speed visible to the naked eye, his clothes collapsed, his hair turned white, and his head collapsed, like dry bones, Leng Feng knew very well that if his clothes were torn, there would only be a corpse covered in skin.

"A spirit body. ”

The thunder beast said solemnly with his eyes, and it could be seen that this was going to kill with one blow, and the figure slowly turned his head, and he could feel that he was looking at himself.

"What about the cold boy. "Even if it's blurry, you can feel the sharp gaze.

"One blow is the difference between life and death. ”

As soon as the words fell, a long howl shook the sky, followed by a long howl and another thunder.

At this moment, the thunder filled the sky, and in an instant, the place where the cold front and the thunder beast were located, like a thunder prison, the thunder and lightning as thick as a giant tree, condensed, with the help of thunder and lightning, the cold front exerted all the "thunder from the sky" along the thunder and lightning, the body of the cold front became larger and larger, and the thunder beast was also general, both bodies and meridians were the meaning of thunder and lightning.

At this moment, Leng Feng stood proudly, and his body was the same as the spirit body sacrificed by the Lord of Meicheng before, which was general and large. The thunder in his eyes was filled, and there was a sea of thunder above his body, at this moment, Leng Feng was like a thunder god, under the sky, and the thunder beast didn't know when there was an extra horn of thunder in the center of his eyebrows.

Thunder Horn, this is the inheritance secret technique of the Thunder Beast, and the thunder intent emitted from the horn is enough to destroy the entire Jiaohe City.

As if feeling the threat of the cold front, the mysterious figure, the show hand raised slightly, and with a sudden wave, seven plum blossoms slowly floated out, very soft.

Suddenly, the huge cold front suddenly took off the thunder horn from the thunder beast's skull. Even if the cold front that had already fused with thunder, at this moment, there was a sharp pain in the arm, as if it was burning.

"I, grass. ”

The thunder beast that had been plucked off the thunder horn suddenly became smaller, turned into its previous appearance, withered, and fell from the sky.

Ignoring the thunder beast and knowing that it couldn't die, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he endured the severe pain and rushed towards the mysterious figure.

"Thunder from the Sky"

A loud roar resounded through the sky, and all the thunder in the void suddenly dissipated, surging towards the thunder horn in Leng Feng's hand.

Seven plum blossoms slowly floated in, showing the momentum of the Beidou, and Leng Feng, who wanted to dodge, immediately gritted his teeth and rushed away, shouting, and the thunder horn in his hand poked fiercely at the phantom.

"Bang"

It was a sound that resounded through the sky, and the dense clouds in the sky suddenly collapsed at this moment, it was a cloudy sky, and at this moment the scorching sun was revealed, and many raindrops were under the sun, shining with a little starlight.

"Ahh

This is a painful shout, Leng Feng's voice roared hoarsely, at this moment, the huge body formed by thunder, as if it was ignited, seven places as the origin, burned up, the flames were very gentle, but Leng Feng couldn't extinguish it. That's where the seven plum blossoms were imprinted.

"Abandoned"

Leng Feng read, and in an instant, his body pulled away from the huge figure, and he stood in the void with a pale face, even if he broke away from the giant shadow, the black robe on his body was still burning, and he hurriedly took out a few pills and swallowed them, so that he could slow down.

And after Leng Feng withdrew, the huge figure sacrificed by the Lord of Meicheng was also scattered by the thunder horn that Leng Feng swung, and with the figure dispersed, the Lord of Meicheng suddenly had no eyes, and stood in the void in a daze, when suddenly a breeze struck, blowing on his body, and gradually his body drifted away, turning into a mass of gray powder, floating in the void.

Another monk who witnessed this scene immediately shouted loudly and forcibly broke through the barrier of Guo Chen and the three of them and disappeared into the sky. And the thousands of disciples below also left in panic after a few breaths, and Leng Feng and Guo Chen were in the void.

"Fellow Daoists, you must persevere. ”

Guo Chen ignored it and immediately rushed to Leng Feng, the previous seven plum blossoms, that is, he could feel the momentum of destruction, this moment was forcibly taken down by Leng Feng, and the consequences can be imagined.

Looking at Guo Chen who was coming, Leng Feng was about to speak, but suddenly his head was dizzy and he fell straight down.

In this battle, Qihemen won a big victory, not only defending Jiaohe City, but also the savings of the plum blossom faction, which was enough to be lower than the three Qihemen.

The Jiaohe River is surging, and the waves are rising, and Meicheng is once again in the hands of Qihemen.

Leng Feng opened his eyes, the burning heat in his chest ached faintly, looking around, this was like a boudoir, the bed was soft, a fragrance, his arms were propped up and he sat up slowly, leaning on the edge of the bed, the clothes of his body were changed, at this time he was wearing white pajamas, feeling the burning heat in his chest, Leng Feng pulled out his white shirt.

"Plum blossoms?"

At this time, Leng Feng's chest was marked by seven shallow plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms became Beidou, and they were imprinted on his emaciated chest.

Suddenly, Leng Feng's face was solemn, the Tripitaka Sutra, the Pulp Washing Sutra, the Thousand Refining Decision, the Diamond Sutra and even the Badao Decision were all in operation, after the tea, the sweat soaked his clothes, and his face was bitter and he showed a helpless look.

"Bang dang. ”

It was the sound of a basin of water falling to the ground, and at this moment the door of the house opened, and a young girl looked at Leng Feng sitting on the edge of the bed with a shocked face.

"Senior, senior, you wake up, I'll go and inform the door master. ”

The girl is a spiritual monk, although she does not have a peerless face, but she is also a little pretty, and she hurriedly put away the basin and is about to leave.

"Wait a minute. Leng Feng said weakly.

The girl who was about to go out was stunned, her face was a little inexplicable, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Senior, what do you command? But his voice was weak, and he was very afraid of the cold front. In her heart, few of those old monsters in the cultivation world were good people.

"How long have I been in a coma. ”

"Back to the words of the predecessors, it has been eight days. ”

"Eight days?" Leng Feng was surprised, this time he was in a coma for a long time. Then with a wave of his arm, a black robe appeared in front of the girl.

"Take me to the doorman. ”

At this moment, Leng Feng didn't know that a trouble was shallowly pulling Leng Feng.

"What, my father died. ”

These are two monks of the same age, both of whom are in the early stage of contemplation, and their faces are somewhat similar, and they can be seen at a glance that they are two brothers.

"Who is it? who is so bold?" asked the other monk angrily.

And in front of the two of them, there was an old man in the late stage of contemplation, if Guo Chen was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it, it was the Meicheng monk who fought with the three of them in Qihemen eight days ago, and the three of them failed to stop him that time.

"Two young masters, please mourn, the old man only knows that he is a foreign aid invited by the opening and closing gate, and there is a spirit beast with thunder and lightning. ”

A monk, with an angry face, gritted his teeth, and looked into the distance with hateful eyes,

"A spirit animal with thunder and lightning. ”

Liyang Sect

In the courtyard of Moran Peak, Ren Xiaosong looked at the jade slip in his hand, smiled, and couldn't help but smile at the monk who sent the jade slip.

"Find a way to leak Leng Feng's message to the Zongheng Sword Sect"