The pitch-black sword light broke through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of him, and a man in black with a pale face and a gloomy expression appeared among them.

"Uncle Zhu Hong, save us!" shouted the three disciples who had fallen to the ground.

The man in black scolded secretly, and his eyes swept Gu Feng fiercely, but he didn't even ask, he raised his hand, and the sword turned into black light and pierced his throat directly, and he was a killer.

"It is worthy of being a deceitful teacher and exterminating ancestors, and his heart is really vicious!" As soon as he heard this person's name, Gu Feng had already raised his vigilance in his heart, pinched his hands with both hands, and forty-nine flying needles had already shot out, turning into silver threads, densely forming a net.

Ding Ding Ding!

The flying needle and the flying sword collided one after another, and sparks flew everywhere.

Gu Feng urged the true yuan with all his might, and the speed of the flying needle became faster and faster, tilting like a torrential rain, and there was no room to dodge at all.

Although it is said that this Zhu Hong is the culprit who will fight against the Mixed Yuan Patriarch in the future and cause the complete decline of the Wutai faction, Gu Feng has to admit that this person has several skills, a long sword surrounds his body, and he is galloping, and he actually blocks those flying needles one by one.

After a long battle, Gu Feng shot again, and with a finger from afar, forty flying needles were separated.

"Thirty-six Tiangang Sword Formation!"

Thirty-six flying needles formed the Tiangang Sword Formation, and Zhu Hong's black flying sword was firmly trapped in it, like a heavy rain falling into a net, unable to break free.

The remaining thirteen flying needles stabbed Zhu Hong's key points around his body, trying to subdue him in one fell swoop.

Whoosh!

Five black shadows broke through the air, Zhu Hong raised his hand, and five ghost nails shot gloomily.

Each nail emitted a cold black gas, faintly forming a grimace and screaming.

Gu Feng was immediately dizzy, instinctively retreated, and used the flying needle to fend off the enemy.

He didn't know that these five ghost nails, also known as the five ghost soul snatcher nails, were used to refine the soul through the demonic way and turn into five little ghosts and attach them to the iron nails one by one, with strange power, hidden and appearing from time to time.

For a while, the flying needle could not be intercepted.

Gu Feng secretly gritted his teeth, knowing that the biggest flaw of the flying needle was that the power of a single was too small, and the advantage was to win by numbers.

But this Zhu Hong, as a closed disciple of the Mixed Yuan Patriarch, is the most favored, and there are too many magic weapons.

His thirty-six flying needles wanted to trap the black flying sword, and he couldn't drag it out, and these thirteen flying needles were completely unable to deal with the five ghost soul snatcher nails.

Gu Feng gritted his teeth and suddenly made up his mind, it could only be like this!

He pinched the trick with both hands, and the remaining thirteen flying needles actually condensed into a ball, and slammed into the ghost nails, and with a twist of luck, the two mixed together and shattered into a sky of fireflies.

"What?" Zhu Hong was furious, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, the magic weapon was destroyed, and his vitality was greatly damaged, staring at Gu Feng with an extremely vicious gaze.

These five ghost soul snatchers nail is his most convenient magic weapon, he didn't expect this little beggar to be so decisive, at the cost of destroying his own magic weapon, he also has to fight with him to lose both.

However, the flying needle was destroyed, and Gu Feng was not happy, his body shook, his face was pale and bloodless, but he was much better than Zhu Hong.

From this point, he has already seen that this Zhu Hong is also a vain foundation, using the technique of pulling out seedlings and helping to grow, just because his cultivation is much higher than himself, and he can suppress himself by relying on the power of the magic weapon.

Gu Feng's eyes swept away, and the wall dragon roared, and immediately pounced with its teeth and claws, its long tongue spewing venom and stabbing it like an arrow.

Zhu Hongfei's sword was trapped, the magic weapon was destroyed, and he was suddenly in a hurry, and he was chased by the wall dragon and scurried around.

The three disciples who fell to the ground also widened their eyes.

How so?

Uncle Zhu Hong is a disciple of Master Zu, and his magic power is profound, so he is not the opponent of a little beggar?

For a while, their faces were completely gray, but they didn't expect that they didn't know Taishan, and they actually hit the knife edge.

"Damn!" Zhu Hong's face was distorted and ruthless, as a disciple of the descendant of the Wutai faction, which has several major factions in the world, he was forced to such a point by an unknown person, and his reputation would stink if it was spread!

What will the master think of him?

Zhu Hong had a bit of an attempt to inherit the Taoism of the Wutai faction in his heart.

"The little beggar who is looking for death, he dares to go to Wutai to commit murder, watch me kill you!" he said fiercely, his hand slapped on the door of his head, and there were actually twelve black ** flags floating in the air, shifting and transposing to trap Gu Feng heavily.

This magic banner is full of many mysterious charms, and there are images of twelve demon gods on it, exuding a wild and fierce atmosphere.

Gu Feng's complexion changed drastically, and such a vision made him instinctively think of the Twelve Heavenly Gods of the Evil Dao Demon Law that the Mixed Yuan Patriarch became famous.

This Zhu Hong naturally does not have such an amazing means, this magic flag is obviously just an imitation, but as long as it retains one percent of its power, it is enough to make people feel frightened.

Sure enough, the magic flag was just planted on the ground, and immediately billowing black smoke was born, and the terrible ghost roar reverberated through the resounds, making people feel like they were about to leave their bodies.

"Huh!" When Gu Feng was unconscious, he suddenly bit his tongue with his teeth, and the intense pain brought him back to his senses, and at this time, he couldn't care about trapping the flying sword, and thirty-six flying needles flew back upside down, turning into Dao silver threads to protect him.

As for the wall dragon, it was loyal, and rushed over to relieve Gu Feng, but under the shaking of the magic flag, it suddenly flew back upside down with a wail, but it still got up and attacked.

"What a loyal beast!" Then Zhu Hong was happy to see the hunt, even if he had never succeeded in such a strange beast with a loyal heart?

Thinking of this, his gaze at Gu Feng became more and more fierce, how could this kid be ......?

With a wave of Zhu Hongshan's hand, the black qi on the magic flag trapped the wall dragon like a rope, and at the same time, the evil qi soared, overwhelming the sky and enveloping the surroundings.

"I can only fight to the death!" The situation is dangerous, Gu Feng has no way to retreat, he can only go all out.

I saw that he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and the essence blood spurted out, and the thirty-six flying needles were actually a sharp victory, and the power was doubled, turning into Dao silver light to form a sword circle to surround Gu Feng in it, and for a while, it actually blocked the invasion of demonic energy.

This is a technique of blood sacrifice that few monks are proficient in, and can use their own vigorous masculine essence to forcibly activate the power of flying swords and spells.

Gu Feng also learned from the White Sun Needle Technique, and it should not be used easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

A flying needle is sharp, and a magic flag is surging!

In this sword fight, Gu Feng actually fought with Zhu Hong, a famous disciple, with a low-level cultivator who entered the Dao, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom for a while.

At this time, at the top of Wutai Mountain, a middle-aged man with a majestic face sat in the Mixed Yuan Hall, suddenly opened his eyes, pinched his fingers again and again, suddenly laughed, and shouted three times in a row, "Good! good!"

"Ancestor, why are you laughing? The two monk-looking monks under the seat looked at them curiously, and a young woman stood aside and asked with a smile.

"I have a good apprentice!" the middle-aged man smiled mysteriously, and suddenly pointed into a sword and pointed in the air.

One by one, they broke through the air, and instantly left the main hall and fell down the mountain.