Zen Master Xuezhai sits on a white elephant, and the treasure is solemn, like a Bodhi tree.

His expression was calm, and he looked at the tragic scene in front of him.

The blood-colored coffin was dazzling, and the rain was also reflected in a crimson color.

Blood Rain!

It was the martial soul technique that Wu Feng urged with all his might-God King Coffin, Sword Emperor Tomb.

The terrible evil qi and the muscles and bones of the head made the neck of Zen Master Xuezhai a little cold.

But his expression was still full of compassion.

His eyes were soft, and he looked at the thousands of beings quietly.

Wu Feng, who was approaching him, was not particularly noticed by Zen Master Xuezhai.

But such a compassionate gaze is not a mockery of the ignorance of sentient beings.

Zen Master Xuezhai's palm was suddenly covered with a white jade-like light, and it became as white as snow.

His palms lifted slowly.

It's not slow, but it's so calm, and the whole world seems to slow down.

The blood coffin and the sword mound also slowed down in his eyes.

The golden swastika seal began to float in the eyes of Zen Master Xuezhai.

There are thousands of mysteries in the floating room, as if there are really two small worlds floating in it.

The palm of the hand, which was dyed the color of frost and snow, was released outward, like a light cloud, blooming with a touch of bright color in this tragic thunderstorm night.

The blood-colored coffin trembled violently, making a tooth-aching sound.

The sword mound like a mountain suddenly collapsed, and the sharp swords broke one after another, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Wu Feng's body suddenly trembled, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

With just one move, he broke the martial soul technique he used with all his might.

It turned out that the seriously injured Zen Master Xuezhai was not something he could handle.

"Amitabha. ”

Zen Master Xuezhai clasped his hands together: "Life is suffering, wait for the poor monk to send Wu Feng's benefactor to live in bliss." ”

The words are not hurried, and there is a charm of gods and Buddhas.

"Zen Master Buddhism is profound, Wu Feng admires it......" Wu Feng bleed from the corner of his mouth and gritted his teeth.

When the Templars heard this, everyone was shocked.

Wu Feng swore before that he would definitely be able to take down the head of Zen Master Xuezhai.

But now that he was in a confrontation with Zen Master Xuezhai, Wu Feng was seriously injured and vomited blood, and even said such depressing words.

Could it be that Zen Master Xuezhai was not injured at all, or did he recover faster than everyone expected?

Xue Xiyan grabbed Wu Feng's palm violently and exclaimed, "Brother Feng, you ......"

She sighed faintly, and in her eyes, there was a lingering emotion: "You are too anxious......"

"But don't give up!"

Wu Feng gritted his teeth and nodded.

The two galloped side by side, swords combined, and rushed forward at the same time.

At the same time, several knights broke through the interception of Yang Huang'er and others and killed the Zen Master Xuezhai.

Everyone danced their weapons and went straight to the Xuezhai Zen Master, and their eyes were full of the will to die.

But Zen Master Xuezhai just waved his sleeves, and a wall of golden light rose from the ground.

Sanskrit scrolls on the wall, exerting esoteric power, forming an enchantment as solid as iron.

A knight slammed into the golden wall, and his whole body exploded, turning into plasma and flying all over the sky!

Wu Feng and Xue Xiyan raised their swords together, and their blades came out together, sensing the weakness of the golden wall.

The two practice swords together, and they have an extraordinary tacit understanding.

With a trembling sound like a crack, the golden wall suddenly collapsed, turning into countless golden points of light and dissipating into the night sky.

However, Xuezhai Zen Master Yu Yong Kejia, and then knotted the flower seal.

His figure became hazy and ethereal, and he sat on the Qibao Lotus Stage, flying towards Wu Feng and Xue Xiyan.

A palm was pushed out, only to see the sky falling wildly, and the ground surging golden lotus.

The two of them felt a huge force that was completely irresistible, pressing towards their bodies, making their internal organs seem to be squeezed together, and it was difficult to breathe.

This is the coercion of the demi-saint master, like a mountain and a sea.

Even raising an arm seems to cost ten million times more strength!

If the two of them fall into the quagmire, they can't advance or retreat.

Wu Feng and Xue Xiyan had to circulate their true qi, and the swords echoed each other, forming a yin and yang vortex.

Between yin and yang, a centrifugal force is formed, which is reversed and withdrawn.

Only then did he avoid the fatal blow of Zen Master Xuezhai.

But both of them couldn't stop it, and vomited blood at the same time!

At this time, the front of the Shenxiao Army, which was disturbed by the cavalry team, gradually regained its composure and began to counterattack.

These knights brought by Wu Feng, because of the lack of horse armor, the unprotected horses became a fatal weakness, and under the attack of the spearmen, they all turned on their backs and fell to the ground.

Although the cavalry had an advantage over the infantry in combat effectiveness, it was outnumbered after all.

"Damn......" Wu Feng gritted his teeth violently and pulled the corner of Xue's clothes.

Xue Xiyan bit her lip, revealing an extremely unwilling and desperate expression.

It was no longer possible to fight, and the loyal subordinates had begun to die one after another.

And Zen Master Xuezhai is obviously not their enemy!

The only way to do this now is to retreat as soon as possible while the casualties have not continued to expand.

Wu Feng whistled.

"Withdraw!"

He raised his voice, turned his horse's head, and charged towards the enemy's gap.

"It's late. Zen Master Xuezhai held the Buddha beads in his palm and said.

At this time, the knights of the temple realized that the flank protective line prepared by Zen Master Xuezhai was not a straight line, there was one above and one below.

Form a boxy pocket array.

Before, they broke through the flank column led by Yang Huang'er and interspersed in, but now that Yang Huang'er has regrouped their formation, they have been completely trapped inside, like turtles in an urn!

Wu Feng couldn't help but his thumb and laughed: "Hahahaha...... This is the handwriting of Zen Master Xuezhai, the first military division of Shenxiao! Amazing, amazing!"

"In that case, brothers, fight with them!"

As he spoke, he and Xue Xiyan urged their horses together and charged towards the enemy formation.

Zen Master Xuezhai smiled: "Encouraging his subordinates to work hard, he pretended to rush into battle, but he wanted to tear up the weakest position of our army, interesting, interesting." ”

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers of the temple changed color.

"Great master, ...... you," a knight asked in surprise.

Wu Feng's face turned pale, but he didn't refute it at all.

This means default.

The big boss, who has always loved soldiers like children, wants to leave his followers behind and run for his life!

These knights were not professionally trained in cavalry group combat, but were only proficient in horsemanship. Now they are trapped in the pocket array, and they hear from Zen Master Xuezhai that their lord has abandoned them, and their morale collapses suddenly.

They scurried around like headless flies, greeted by a steady array of spears and huge shields.

Under the harvest of the Shenxiao soldiers, the knights of the Divine Hall fell down with their men and horses, and fell into pools of blood, blood and sludge mixed together, indistinguishable from each other.

The thunder was even stronger.

It's like the sky is laughing.

Is it to laugh at the cowardice of Wu Feng, the lord, or to laugh at the cheapness of human life, like a mustard?

The pocket array is constantly shrinking.

The Templar Knights are in a smaller and smaller space, unable to turn around, and there is no way to escape.

In a panic, Wu Feng and Xue Xiyan had already taken a few of their most loyal followers and almost smashed the pocket array into a hole.

Yang Huang'er suddenly appeared here, her expression unusually calm.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you go. Yang Huang'er sighed, helpless.

But when she waved her hand, she was up and down a foot tall, wearing a yellow scarf, and the yellow turban wrestlers with a face like a heavy jujube appeared one after another, and surrounded Wu Feng and Xue Xiyan.

"It's too slow, Miss Fair. ”

The corners of Wu Feng's mouth were stained with blood, but he was laughing.

Laughing unusually happily.

The Yellow Turban Lux is very strong in combat, but after all, he is bulky.

And Wu Feng's crotch is a Pegasus born in the Arctic ice sea.

With the help of horsepower, his figure was like a flash, bypassing a few yellow turban wrestlers and approaching Yang Huang'er's side.

The long sword is horizontal, and the edge is unparalleled.

Yang Huang'er let out a shout, and a jade talisman flew out, resisting Wu Feng's long sword.

But Wu Feng let go of the hilt of the sword, jumped up directly from the horse, landed on Yang Huang'er's chariot, and slashed at Yang Huang'er with one palm!

Yang Huang'er hurriedly spewed out a breath of purple gas to resist.

Wu Feng turned his palm into a claw, and with one claw tore the immortal armor on Yang Huang'er's chest.

The purple gas that erupted from Yang Huang'er's mouth, if it sprayed Wu Feng's face, was enough to blow his head to pieces.

But when he was clawed down by Wu Feng, he was instantly distracted, his face was discolored, and he let out a high-pitched scream!

The power of the purple qi was greatly reduced.

Wu Feng continued to exert his strength, he didn't pity the fragrance and jade, and when he came down with one claw, Yang Huang'er's snow mound immediately brought a few tragic red marks, which was shocking!

The pain was so severe that Yang Huang'er almost fainted, and lost control of the Yellow Turban Lux when he landed.

The yellow turban wrestlers made a banging sound, turning into clouds and dissipating out of thin air.

Cultivating the summoning system Dao technique, the ontology is bound to be weak. Although Yang Huang'er is also a heavy sky, he is not Wu Feng's opponent.

In addition, Wu Feng relied on the horse fast, forced her to fight in close combat, and used such a yin trick, so Yang Huang'er was defeated in an instant.

This is still Wu Feng's mercy, otherwise Yang Huang'er's chest will be pierced by his claws and directly take out his heart.

Although Wu Feng was still spewed by Yang Huang'er's purple qi, he was shocked and bleeding, which was unbearable, but it was not a fatal injury.

Yang Huang'er's chest and clothes were torn open by Wu Feng, and the soldiers under her command showed indignant expressions and scolded endlessly.

But one by one, they couldn't help but cast their eyes on the female general's chest.

Yang Huang'er was embarrassed and angry, forced her composure, covered her chest, and scolded: "You guys...... What to see!"

But being stirred up by Wu Feng like this, the encirclement was already disordered, and it was killed by Wu Feng and Xue Xiyan with several horses.

Zen Master Xuezhai clasped his hands together and said in a clear voice: "Master Wu Feng, doing this will inevitably make the world despised. ”

He flew up from the white elephant, his body seemed to move instantly, and in a few flickers, he appeared in front of Wu Feng.

Wu Feng was too exhausted at this time, and he lay on the back of the horse and gasped.

Zen Master Xuezhai let out a Zen shout, and a huge Buddha's hand appeared out of thin air, and he was about to shoot it at Wu Feng.

This Buddha's hand is a foot high, as long as it falls on Wu Feng, Wu Feng will have to lead people and horses, and his flesh and blood will turn into mud!

Wu Feng jumped up from his horse as Huo Ran, and he was about to abandon his horse and run away.

Seeing that he was abandoned by his master, Ranmaru let out a terrible wail.

Zen Master Xuezhai was even more disdainful in his heart.

But at this moment, his keen spiritual sense suddenly felt a cold and extremely fierce killing intent surging from below!