It's just that half a moon has not been seen, Fu Qingshan clearly feels that the aura of Xu Feng's apocalypse peak has climbed a little further, it is a quiet and peaceful breath, and there is a faint bit of the bearing of a true grandmaster powerhouse.

It's just strange that he is already at the peak of the Apocalypse, and this kind of strong aura of peace and confidence did not allow Xu Feng to break through the Apocalypse and step into the realm of golden stones.

Could it be that this kid is deliberately hiding, Fu Qingshan thought.

Although it is already a fateful situation, for some reason, starting from Liuhuafang, Fu Qingshan has some jealousy of Xu Feng, this feeling is not fear, but an indescribable, bad feeling. This young man, who is used to laughing easily and is just in the realm of the Apocalypse, seems to be more free and easy than himself, and more confident than himself.

Fu Qingshan didn't like this feeling very much. He could also clearly feel that Xu Feng didn't like him from the beginning. 、

Maybe this is fate, this person is born to be his enemy.

But he won't survive tonight!

Countless sect disciples have long recognized Xu Feng as a shame for the southern sect, and take Xu Feng as the greatest glory, staring at Xu Feng who is surrounded by a group like staring at a prize at this moment, as if he was captured or killed, it was a doomed ending in a moment.

This feeling made Xu Feng very uncomfortable, and even Jiang Liao behind him couldn't help frowning.

"For the insidious thief, you don't have to pay attention to the morality of the rivers and lakes, let alone the rules of the sect, kill me!" Fu Qingshan shouted, but his figure retreated.

This kind of retreat, in the eyes of many sect disciples, is not weakness and incompetence, but a kind of magnanimity. The credit is in front of you, but you don't compete with your juniors and disciples, this is generosity.

But in Xu Feng's eyes, he clearly sensed the trace of jealousy in Fu Qingshandao's heart.

Before Fu Qingshan's mobilization was finished, more than a dozen disciples who were greedy for merit had already rushed out, and countless fierce killing intents were overwhelming.

Facing the killing intent set off by more than a dozen swords, Xu Feng's face was calm, and he still maintained the posture of coming out of the tavern, without even moving his fingers.

Those disciples who were still behind instantly regretted it.

It seems that this thief was completely frightened and stupid, and even forgot to make a move, knowing that it would be so easy, he should have been the first to step forward and take his head.

Not only did Xu Feng not move, but even Jiang Liao, who was standing five feet behind him, did not move. It's just that unlike Xu Feng's calmness, Jiang Liao's face is an absolute confidence in his brother, faintly full of enthusiasm and pride.

Those murderous aura rolled up like waves were getting closer and closer, and even touched the corner of Xu Feng's black shirt, and even the hem of the night suit, which had been brought out by some kind of sharp blade, cracked a shallow opening.

Xu Feng entered a complete combat state, his divine thoughts were insightful, and he knew the sea, every breath was constantly amplifying, and he heard the tearing sound of the hem of the robe and the tiniest fiber.

Like a cricket crawling across the ground in Akita, it leaves fine lines, like a silkworm, rustling its leaves.

Those excited and distorted faces to the extreme became clearer and clearer in the sea of consciousness, Xu Feng slowly closed his eyes, he had been restrained for a long time, and his manic thoughts to the extreme, like a vast sea falling from the sky, all fell on the Xuanming Monument.

The timing was just right.

Those disciples who had come to kill suddenly felt that the dim sky had suddenly completely darkened.

An entire heaven and earth were pressed down with the power to destroy everything!

Those disciples looked at the falling black curtain in horror, and their hearts were terrified.

The sword that came out with all its might, under this huge black curtain that covered the sky and the sun, was like using a small knife of the size to cut a mountain, and there was no possibility of winning at all.

Before there was time to exclaim, the Xuanming Monument with a radius of several zhang was deducted from the sky, and the sound of countless swords and magic weapons collapsing sounded, and the first batch of attacking sect disciples turned into the souls under the Xuanming Monument in an instant, and there was not a single one left!

"Ahh

"What kind of magic weapon is this!"

"Senior brother!"

Countless surprises rang out unexpectedly.

Killing more than a dozen cultivators with one move is rare in the entire history of Yunmeng. Tonight, it was staged alive, and most of the disciples who were bombarded were famous and decent children who were eager to make meritorious contributions.

The secluded mansion exploded, the sea of qi was churning, even if he ventured to escape, he was bombarded into a pile of inhuman-shaped waste meat by the majesty of the Xuanming Monument, and the violent killing aura made the team of hundreds of people suddenly quiet in horror.

"Happy!" Xu Feng, who was standing proudly in the center, raised his head and shouted, his black clothes were scattered and floating, his black hair was scattered with the wind, and the aura of the tyrant was overwhelming, and even Jiang Liao looked slightly moved.

This was the first time that Xu Feng had truly exerted the power of the Xuanming Monument, facing countless opponents. So he deliberately let these disciples into the range of his defenses.

Even at the expense of a few more cuts on the black shirt, it was the sword intent of a certain peak of the Apocalypse in the attack just now.

A monument went down, and more than a dozen sect disciples died tragically on the spot.

The crowd that surrounded them like iron cylinders was stunned for a moment, then boomed and then retreated.

So many people died as soon as he made a move, Xu Feng had no way out this time. The disciples who surrounded him had solemn expressions, and they didn't have the confidence to win just now, but their murderous aura was not really condensed countless times.

Countless people, with horrified eyes, looked at the huge black stone tablet that had just fallen, the dark and shining color, the cold and merciless stone face, as if it was a black stone gate to hell, and anyone who fell on it was probably certain death.

Such a tyrannical magic weapon was stolen by this wicked person, why is the way of heaven so unfair! Everyone did not flinch, but aroused even greater ferocity, killed this son, and took away his magic weapon!

Feiyun, who had just retired from the tavern, turned pale with a brush.

It turns out that Xu Feng is so strong!

Thinking of the start of the transaction, he still wanted to kill this thief with the long sword in his hand, which seemed to be a light enemy. He is the third eldest of the six swords of Yunshan, but he ranks second among the six swords in terms of strength.

The boss is kind-hearted, rarely goes out of the mountain, the way of the sword is above all the disciples, and now in addition to Senior Brother Fu, the disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect are a little more famous.

No matter how strong it is, it can't stand up to many people, those fellow disciples who died just now are just defenseless, Xu Feng actually has such a powerful magic weapon, otherwise it wouldn't be, none of them came back.

A good man can't stand a lot of people, and his fists can't reach four hands. Feiyun thought that he took a few steps, the long sword was unsheathed, pointing at Xu Feng from afar, and countless disciples followed, it seemed that there was going to be a fight.

Xu Feng raised his eyebrows, suppressing the thoughts churning in the sea of consciousness, and not letting the chaotic breath leak out.

The full force of the Xuanming Monument just now was really extraordinary, but the consumption of the True Yuan and Divine Thoughts was huge, such a big killing move, with his current realm, I am afraid that he could only perform three times at most.

The Xuanming Monument turned into a glimmer of light, wrapped around Xu Feng's waist, and disappeared.

It seems that you have to fight hard!

Xu Feng shook his head slightly, as if he was still dissatisfied with the shocking blow just now, holding the hilt of the sword in his left hand, and slowly drawing out the black sword with a cold light in his right hand.

There are hundreds of cultivators surrounding Xu Feng and Jiang Liao, according to this situation, if they fight to the death with all their might, even the Creation Realm may not be able to win, but fortunately, the purpose of Xu Feng and the others is just to kill the generals.

Is this the feeling of a master, Xu Feng thought to himself. Only when the realm and cultivation are obviously higher than the other party, and the other party knows that there is no chance of winning one-on-one, will there be this kind of fighting style of ignoring morality and besieging and killing.

Xu Feng also disdains to talk about morality with these disciples who do not distinguish between right and wrong, he only hates that his realm is too low, if it is the Creation Realm, or even the Divine Realm, the number of battles is meaningless, and there will not be so many nameless people, crazy and excited to come to die.

Xu Feng seemed to be in the center of the storm, facing countless pairs of eyes full of murderous intent, his heart was very calm, and he had only one thought - to kill everyone with every sword.

The circle of circles, getting smaller and smaller, Jiang Liao turned his back to Xu Feng, the same as the six-foot alley in the first battle, and the scuffle in front of the fairy soul gate, they became each other's guardians.