Back then, they followed the Beixiu Demon God to fight everywhere, and their combat experience was also very rich, and now, even if he encountered such a formation, he was not afraid of the formation.

"Kill!" Yu Ying shouted, and the long sword in his hand also carried a fierce killing intent, and instantly rushed into those monks.

Yuying rushed to the front, and Qinghuo and the others were not to be outdone, and each rushed into the battlefield.

The killing was going on, and although these life demons were very powerful, they were still a lot worse than them.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Ling Feng looked at the Qinghuo few who rushed into those Demon Cultivators, and his face changed instantly.

He could feel that there was something extraordinary hidden in these monks, and there was even an aura that was not weaker than Xue Hong. Xue Hong is a powerhouse in the world realm, and the momentum that is not weaker than Xue Hong is enough to show that his strength is the lowest in the world realm.

The powerhouses of the world realm, even if Yuying and a few people join forces, they may not be able to defeat, Ling Feng doesn't want them to fold here, so he must let them retreat.

"Yama Holy Monarch, don't you think it's too late to find out?" Ivanluo looked at Ling Feng with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

He had thought that Ling Feng was a very strong opponent, but now it seemed that he was just good.

Although Ling Feng was strong, he didn't have a brain, because he only brought only five people with him, and he came to his base camp.

Whether this is confidence or arrogance, Ivan Luo does not know, he only knows.

Today, Ling Feng will definitely die!

Ling Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, he knew that it would be difficult for him to save them, and Ivanluo would not give him a chance to make a move at all.

"It's not too late, it's not up to you. Ling Feng held the sword in one hand, and the momentum of his whole body continued to rise.

At this time, he felt that the power in his body was rising, and that power was filled with a trace of domineering momentum, as if it could shatter the sky.

"Such a powerful momentum, how could a pseudo-god have such a powerful momentum?" Ivanluo's eyes were full of solemnity, and in Ling Feng's body, he felt a hint of threat, which was enough to kill him.

"Come on, I want to see how strong the strongest person of this life demon clan is. Ling Feng's eyes were full of battle intent, and he rushed forward all of a sudden.

Looking at Ling Feng who was rushing towards him, Iwanluo's eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy, from the blow just now, he knew that his melee combat was still a little far behind Ling Feng, but he was not absolutely sure that he would kill Ling Feng, and he couldn't even be seriously injured.

"Full Moon Qi Tian!" Although he was a little jealous, Ivanro knew that he couldn't retreat, if he didn't fight and was cowardly, it would make the Demon Clan lose confidence.

With so many people, he couldn't retreat.

"Kill!" Seeing that Ivan Luo didn't retreat, the monks of the Demon Clan were also enthusiastic, and their eyes were full of hideous colors.

These people, invading their homeland and provoking their majesty, must teach them a lesson, and that lesson is to cost them their lives.

Ling Feng looked at those crazy Death Demon Cultivators, his eyes full of solemnity.

He wasn't worried about Ivan Luo, but he was worried about whether so many monks would be able to hold on to it if so many monks rushed forward together.

"Yuying, Qinghuo, you guys be careful. Ling Feng looked at the dense monks and shouted.

"Canopy!" In the midst of shouting, Ivanluo rushed over at once, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, only to see the battle halberd swing down directly, Ling Feng spit out a mouthful of blood, and was instantly lifted out.

Ivan Luo looked at the injured Ling Feng, his eyes still flashed with a hint of indifference, his speed rose again, and the battle halberd was wrapped in spiritual power, directly attacking Ling Feng.

Ling Feng looked at Ivan Luo, who was directly attacking him, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a hint of disdain.

"Demon Devouring the Firmament!" Ling Feng stood up directly, and the magic sword in his hand swung out at once.

A naked woman leaned over the magic sword, and then rushed out directly, as if it was destroying the momentum of heaven and earth, and directly devoured Ivanluo.

Ivanluo's face was shocked, his eyes were full of shock, because just now, he had seriously injured Ling Feng with his own hands, but now, he had given himself a fatal blow with his backhand.

This blow was too sudden, which made Ivan Luo, who was originally rushing quickly, a little panicked.

He couldn't dodge, and he couldn't escape, so he could only use his body to take this strong move.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Ivanro fell to the ground in an instant, overflowing with blood all over his body, like a bloody person.

"Die!" Suddenly, the monks of the Demon Clan shouted, and explosions continued to sound, which made Ling Feng's heart tremble constantly.

This explosion only shows one problem, and that is the self-detonation of these monks.

One monk is not enough to blow himself up and hurt them, but what about ten monks? What about hundred?

He didn't know, he only knew that this was his relatives, the people he cared about, and he didn't allow them to have an accident.

"You're all going to die, you're all going to die!" Ling Feng's eyes were red, and his whole body exuded a trace of anger.

He didn't know about Qinghuo's situation, but he knew that with so many monks blowing themselves up, even if Qinghuo was very strong, it would be difficult to survive these self-explosions.

"Hahaha! Yama Shengjun, do you really think you can protect your relatives, can you protect the people you care about? I tell you, you can't at all, they all die because of you, they all fall because of you. Ivanluo looked at Ling Feng frantically, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

Ling Feng's heart was full of killing intent, he wanted to kill, he wanted to kill all these monks in front of him.

"You're all going to die, you're all going to die!" The magic sword in Ling Feng's hand swung down at once, and he rushed directly into those monks, one person and one sword, just like Shura, the monks who were ten meters around him fell in an instant.

Of the six Immortal Realm cultivators who had originally followed Ling Feng, two had already died.

Looking at the Yaksha King who fell to the ground and Lu Yao, who had just followed him for a short time. At this time, the two of them, completely lifeless, lay quietly on the ground.

The three of Yuying and Qinghuo Snow Demon were covered in blood, and countless knife wounds and sword marks cut through their skin, and even in their eyes, there was a trace of unwillingness.

"It's okay, let me do the next thing, you guys are doing a good job. There was a hint of anger in Ling Feng's voice, he didn't look at Yu Ying and the others, he just looked at those monks with a grim face.

The five of them killed hundreds of monks on the other side in the moment just now, and the strength of those monks was extremely strong, and there were still a small number of immortal realm powerhouses.

Those people didn't rush forward, but looked at Ling Feng lightly, quietly waiting for Ivan Luo's order.

"Good, you're doing a great job. With the magic sword in his hand, Ling Feng's whole body had been wrapped in the Demon Yuan, and that monstrous demonic aura was like a demon god, looking at the sky.

No one stepped forward, looking at those monks who didn't dare to go up, the corners of Ling Feng's mouth flashed with a faint disdain.

"Dark Wing Tide!" This move was extremely strong, and one after another sword qi gushed out, and it was originally a dense monk, but under this move, it was impossible to dodge at all.

Since they couldn't dodge, they resisted.

For the glory of the race, for the dignity of the race, they did not have the slightest fear, they stood here, waiting for this powerful blow.

Looking at the movements of these monks, Ling Feng's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity. He was not afraid of these monks joining forces, but he was afraid of the fearless hearts of these monks.

When a monk is not afraid of death, what else will he fear?

"It seems that the only way to do this is to use the ancient martial arts swordsmanship. Ling Feng thought secretly in his heart, and stepped forward slightly.

Ancient martial arts swordsmanship, although this is only a second-class secret skill, this secret skill is the most suitable for melee combat among the second-class.

No matter what race it is, no matter how good a monk is at close combat, under the sword of ancient martial arts, it will be overshadowed.

When you take out a sword, the ancient martial arts swordsmanship has already fallen two swords, and the strength has not been damaged in the slightest, it is conceivable that this can be resisted by ordinary monks.

Approaching these monks, Ling Feng directly stepped out of the Demon Transformation, but the magic sword in his hand kept swinging down.

The magic sword is like a sharp weapon for harvesting, constantly reaping the lives of those monks, which makes Ivan Luo on the side also very shocked.

Generally speaking, when two sides fight, few strong people will put down their identities to deal with those who are weak, but Ling Feng is doing it first.

These cultivators of the Demon Clan were indeed good, but compared to Ling Feng in the Pseudo-God Realm, they were still 108,000 miles behind.

"Kill!" These Mortal Demon Clans looked at Ling Feng's movements, their hearts were full of anger, and then they rushed directly towards Ling Feng.

They knew that they were not Ling Feng's opponents, but they were not willing to be slaughtered like this, so they had to resist.

Revolt, is it useful?

No!

None of the monks could get close to Ling Feng's three meters away, and under Ling Feng's body, corpses were piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.

In the sky above these monks, two old men and a strong man glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of shock.

These three people were the world-realm powerhouses of the Destiny Demon Clan, and they were also the people with a high status in the Destiny Demon Clan, but now, they found that Ling Feng's seemingly teleporting sword swing was full of incomparable mysteries.

Ancient Martial Secret Technique, this is the secret technique of the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon.

"Yama Holy Monarch, your ancient martial arts secret technique is indeed very good, but I want to tell you one thing, drop the magic sword in your hand, I can spare your relatives. At this time, one of the three world realms in the air looked at Ling Feng and said slowly.

"Patriarch Roy!" all the monks looked at the old man and saluted respectfully.

This old man used to be the patriarch of the Demon Clan, and hundreds of years ago, he wanted to retreat and cultivate, so he handed over the position of patriarch to Ivan Luo.

The old man nodded, and then looked at Ling Feng without the slightest emotion in his eyes, they were enemies in the first place.

One is a rebel against heaven, and the other is a believer in the way of heaven, which is an incompatible camp.

Ling Feng was silent, and the magic sword he had been swinging also stopped.

This was the first collision between him and Tiandao, and it was also the first collision, but this time they had enough capital to threaten themselves.