"The relics have been taken!"

"Quick, do it!

"Hmph, if you want to take away the holy relics, escape my fist first!"

Seeing Duan Feng holding the short knife of the holy relic, the sound of shouting rang out one after another.

Apparently.

After Duan Feng moved the holy relics, he completely aroused the anger of the people.

Yes, who doesn't come here for the holy thing?

It is strange that you can get the holy relics smoothly, and others are not angry.

After a moment.

All the monks around were suddenly moved.

Among these monk forces, they naturally also include the two major forces of Lei Yin Mountain and Purple Cloud Sect.

In a few breaths, those monks surrounded Duan Feng, Chu Qingcheng and the others.

"Hand over the holy relics in your hands!"

A strong monk shouted loudly.

He relied on his superiority in numbers, so he didn't need to be afraid.

"Hehe, if you want me to hand it over, I'll pay it, so wouldn't I be very faceless?"

Facing the angry shouts of the strong monk, Duan Feng just shook his head lightly and sneered.

"Hehe, face, please tell me how much face is worth?

Hearing the sneer in Duan Feng's words, how could that strong monk stand it?

He shouted angrily, and immediately led a group of people to rush towards Duan Feng.

"Do it!"

Duan Feng shook his head and lightly spit out two words from his mouth.

When Chu Qingcheng, Jin Ming and other monks heard this, they did not hesitate, and even if they each carried their weapons, they faced those monks who attacked and killed, and came out head-on.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Fierce battles are about to break out, and the low rumbling sound is one after another.

Although the reputation of the Golden Eagle Mansion is extremely great, the strength sent out at this time is only an elite army after all.

Therefore, in addition to the team that bore the brunt of the attack, the surrounding teams also joined the chaos one after another.

"Poof!poof!"

Where there is fighting, there will be casualties.

Whether it's from the Golden Eagle Mansion or a hostile force.

Of course, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and Duan Feng's battle circle is a little squeezed.

"Grandma is a bear, don't you play me like a sick cat?"

With a cold snort, a stream of three-color energy immediately rose from under Duan Feng's feet.

"Allure, hold it!"

After bursting out of his strength, Duan Feng's figure flashed, and he appeared beside Chu Qingcheng, and handed over the holy relic short knife in his hand to him.

"Take good care of it, don't lose it. ”

After speaking, Duan Feng's figure flashed and appeared in the most fierce melee.

Since he already possessed the Ancient Relic Lightsword, the attraction of the Relic Short Knife to him could only be regarded as average.

Moreover, he was not used to using a short knife, so he simply handed it over to Chu Qingcheng.

Anyway, the latter still doesn't have a weapon to take advantage of.

"Destroy the Sky!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Carrying the Ancient Relic Light Sword, Duan Feng was like entering a no-man's land, frantically shuttling through the crowd.

Everywhere you go, you can bring up wisps of blood that splattered out.

"Ding~Ding~Ding~"

"Congratulations to the host, you have successfully killed the five supremes of the lower ranks. ”

"Congratulations to the host, you have successfully killed the three supremes of the upper rank. ”

"Congratulations to the host, who successfully killed the Earth Supreme Great Perfection. ”

"Congratulations to the host ,......"

The killing was going on in a frenzy, and the crisp sound in my head was constantly resounding.

In less than half a minute, there were thousands of strong monks, and at this time, there were only half of them left.

Among them, most of them were killed by Duan Feng.

The second is Chu Chengcheng, who is holding a relic-level short knife.

Of course.

Jin Ming and the others also actively resisted, although there were casualties, but compared with the other side, the situation was obviously much better.

The fierce battle lasted for a full minute before it stopped.

In addition to Duan Feng and his party, the surrounding cultivators and powerhouses have directly increased from thousands to only one or two hundred people left.

Such a situation can be described as tragic.

"Boy, who the hell are you?"

Zi Yunqing looked at Duan Feng and shouted.

Although he had not directly fought with Duan Feng, he was really shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

In the face of the siege of thousands of strong monks, they actually resisted stubbornly, and they also achieved counter-killing, which is really something that ordinary people can bear?

The surrounding monks also glared angrily at Duan Feng and Chu Qingcheng.

After all, in the hands of the two of them, they didn't suffer much just now.

"Who am I?hehe, I'm someone you can't afford to provoke, you'd better get out now, or I'll kill you all!"

Facing Zi Yunqing's questioning voice, Duan Feng spoke domineeringly and arrogantly.

"You!!"

Being scolded by Duan Feng like this, Zi Yunqing's face instantly turned blue, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

But.

Not many people here think he's arrogant about his voice.

After all.

The tragedy in front of me is still vivid.

"Whew~"

Many strong monks exhaled lightly, and their hearts were already a little moved.

I have to say that Duan Feng's strength is far beyond their imagination.

If you stay, you won't get any benefit at all.

Although the relic's short knife is good, it also has to have a life to endure.

Without life, even if there are more holy relics, what use can they be?

Under the pressure of Duan Feng's words, in just a few breaths, dozens of strong monks withdrew from the battle circle.

Although none of them used all their strength, they also knew that Duan Feng, Chu Chengcheng and the others also maintained their strength.

"Hmph, a bunch of cowards!"

A teenager stepped out of the crowd and sneered.

Who can this person be if he is not Ziyun Changfeng?

"Boy, aren't you arrogant, dare you come out and fight me, if I win, the holy thing will be mine!"

Ziyun Changfeng looked directly at Duan Feng and said lightly.

He spoke with great confidence, and he didn't seem to take Duan Feng in his eyes.

"Purple Cloud Long Wind?"

Seeing the young man who spoke, there was a commotion around a crowd.

Apparently.

None of them expected him to appear on such an occasion.

"Who is he?"

Duan Feng asked casually.

"He is the young sect master of the Purple Cloud Sect, he is a demon with a talent, and I heard that a long time ago, his strength has reached the realm of the Quasi-Heaven Supreme. ”

The moment Jin Ming saw the purple cloud long wind, his heart was also tightened, and then quickly explained in Duan Feng's ear.

"One of the three overlords, the Purple Cloud Sect?"

Duan Feng shrugged his shoulders, not too surprised.

Then, he said lightly, "It's okay to bet, but you don't seem to say what will happen if you lose, right?"

(End of chapter)