The more than thirty monks who were now fighting against the six Fighting Saints in the desert were all outstanding, and they had all experienced many dangers, and they were all strong.

At this moment, one of the Battle Saints was still very worried about making these monks pay a heavy price, how could they not be angry?

In an instant, the majestic sword and sword qi, as well as the glow of other weapons, filled this void. The dust and sand in the sky were flying, the west wind was fierce, and the atmosphere of slaughter was particularly pervasive.

The loud rumbling sound was louder than the thunder in the middle of summer, and the Immortal Realm Cultivators and Fighting Saints had already reached a desperate state.

In such a state, there is no other room for manoeuvre but to kill the opponent. Otherwise, it will be you who falls, and even if you beg for mercy at that time, it will be useless. Because at such a moment, there will be no one who sympathizes with the weak.

As the old saying goes: the winner is king, and the loser is the villain. This is an eternal truth, not to mention that both of them have paid heavy sacrifices, which can no longer be good.

In the course of the battle, these monks occasionally glanced back at Lin Feng's side, which made them a little relieved and a little curious, Lin Feng and his five teammates all stood on the sand dunes far away, silently watching the entire battle.

As if it weren't a thrilling battle, but just a monkey on the street.

In fact, the Battle Saints and the Monks hated being treated like this, but now Lin Feng and the others kept their promise and did not come to do it. Even if they were dissatisfied with something, there was really no reason to deal with Lin Feng and the others.

"Brothers, although we don't have to fight at the moment, we all have to use our hearts to perceive the tricks of these Battle Saints, as well as their energy that is different from the immortal qi. ”

Lin Feng transmitted his voice with his divine sense, and said solemnly: "Only like this." We can know that we can win all battles, not to mention that they should also have weaknesses, and it is not impossible to seek flaws from that unique energy. ”

The teammates all felt that Lin Feng's words were very reasonable, so next, no one looked at this fierce battle with contempt.

You don't have to fight hard in person, you can see the many tricks and characteristics of the Fighting Saints in an all-round way. This is certainly an excellent opportunity.

After watching it for a while, Lin Feng compared some of the similarities and differences between him and Ji Hao when he was in the Xia Ke League. As a result, Lin Feng believed that when the Fighting Saints were fighting, they had many similarities with the descendants of the Ancient Wu Clan.

"Could it be that the Fighting Saint Clan has a deep relationship with the Ancient Wu Clan?" Lin Feng said in a deep voice.

"Maybe we have to find an opportunity to go to the Longyuan Mountains and ask the descendants of the ancient witch tribe about this. "Blood Feather Wyvern Dao.

Li Zhou had only recently met Lin Feng, so he didn't know about the Ancient Wu tribe in the Longyuan Mountain Range.

Jin Yupeng explained in detail to Li Zhou, and Li Zhou listened. He patted Jin Yupeng on the shoulder and exclaimed: "I see, I really admire that you can successfully experience in such a steep Longyuan Mountain Range." It seems that I have been staying in Cangwu City to cultivate before, and I have really delayed a lot of things!"

Before you know it, night falls, and this battle is not over.

After all, it is a master duel in the realm of Immortal Monarch, but it is not so easy to tell the winner, not to mention that this is a fight for life. It's not the point-to-point. Therefore, even if a monk or battle saint has been injured quite badly, he still has to be uplifted. Use the last strength to fight to the death.

Almost all of them have the idea that even if they can inflict a little more damage on the enemy before they die, then it will give their teammates some more chances to win.

Therefore, this battle is quite tragic, and the two sides have fought for interests and grievances from the beginning, and now it has become a battle for honor.

Desert at night. The moon is sparse, and the moon glows with dark red blood, surrounded by smoky clouds, which looks quite ominous.

The cold wind is like a knife, and it is even colder. From time to time, hurricanes rolled, and the howls of demon beasts rose and fell in this great desert.

There are still four Battle Saints left, and more than twenty monks have been sacrificed on the monk's side, and eleven monks are fighting hard.

Obviously, everyone in the Battle Saint has their own super combat power, as long as they are discerning people, they can see at a glance which side won this life-and-death duel.

"It's not good, if this continues, we will be wiped out, and on the side of the Battle Saint, at least two people will survive. Isn't it all in vain?" said a monk with a white beard.

"No, all the sacrifices in exchange for a false name. Another tall, bearded monk sighed.

"It doesn't matter, even if we all die here today, but if we kill so many Fighting Saints desperately, it can be regarded as a way to last forever, so what's the pity?" said the monk with a bold smile.

"That's right, no one has died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. The white-clothed swordsman nodded.

But I saw that these four Fighting Saints were all wearing bronze armor, which was almost the same as the armor of Ji Hao and Lei Bronze before, but the patterns engraved on it were different.

Lin Feng suddenly thought in his heart, these Battle Saints in front of him were not from the same family as Ji Hao, so even if they were killed, it would not be considered a deepening misunderstanding, and there would be no hindrance.

One of the Battle Saints sneered, "Haha, it's really ridiculous, you ignorant immortal realm cultivators will always find some high-sounding excuses and justifications for your failures. ”

"That's right, we Battle Saints have always judged heroes by success or failure, and once we fail, we will never find any excuses. Another bald-headed Battle Saint said.

The minds of a few monks were a little shaken, and their fighting spirit was a little sluggish because of this, and their breath was weak.

"Is it because the sky is going to die?" said the white-haired monk with a long cry of sadness.

Lin Feng laughed loudly: "It's a good one to keep Dan's heart and sweat, and I admire it." ”

"Boy, are you watching our jokes now? Actually, you should run away, after the Battle Saint will destroy me, he will turn against you, and if you don't escape, there will be no chance. The monk with Eguan Bo frowned and glanced at Lin Feng and said.

"I admire your iron-blooded hearts, so I plan to bring my brothers over to help in the battle. I don't know if you still mind if we rob you of your results?" Lin Feng smiled lightly.

The monk and the white-clothed swordsman and the others glanced at each other, and they could understand the meaning of regret in each other's eyes.

After all, Lin Feng and the others were still very calm when they saw a battle at such a level, which showed that their strength was also quite powerful. (To be continued......)