When the medicine ghost monk saw that Lin Feng had actually killed the valley master, his heart was suddenly shocked, and he was instinctively very angry.

"Lin Feng, you have made such a big mistake, you have to give an explanation to Wang Gu. The medicine ghost monk said in a deep voice.

Lin Feng magnificently put the Valley Lord's Fire Immortal Lotus into the storage bag, as for whether the Medicine Ghost Monk would find a way to take it back after this battle, Lin Feng would pay attention to it when he arrived, and he couldn't let this kind of spiritual treasure fall in the snow.

Mu Xinsheng's offensive of the Hidden Sword Villa did not slow down in the slightest, and the powerful sword qi generated by the "Eight Phase Sword Array" lasted for a long time, and it had been bombarding the Admiralty Defensive Qi Cover outside the body of the Medicine Ghost Monk.

"It's ridiculous, what kind of master did you invite from the Medicine King Valley? You actually killed all the valley masters, I have never seen such a funny thing, today is an eye-opener. Mu Xinsheng sneered, he wanted to seize this opportunity to disturb the mind of the medicine ghost monk, as long as the enemy's mind was disturbed, there would be an opportunity.

The tens of thousands of monks present were all shocked, and in this battle, the edge shown by the valley lord was obvious to all.

Whether it was the valley lord wielding the golden sword and directing his disciples to hunt down and kill the disciples of the three major sects, or the valley lord later killing Wang Yi of the Tibetan Sword Villa and Yang Qinghou, the lord of the Momen, it all made people think that he was a murderous and fierce hero.

But in the blink of an eye, this heroic person was killed by the little-known Lin Feng, and many people were stunned when they saw this scene, they didn't know that the old drunkard was Lin Feng's master, and of course they didn't know how much anger the Dao Valley Lord had aroused Lin Feng.

Facing the angry questioning of the Medicine Ghost Monk, Lin Feng just looked at him indifferently, and then smiled: "Hello, Senior Medicine Ghost Monk, I can only say sorry lightly for this situation." Before, you knew how the Lord of the Dao Valley poisoned my master's old drunkard, and then used Momen's twin secret techniques to control him, you don't care about this kind of evil demonic behavior. And I just did a matter of course, in order to save Master, have you forgotten that the old drunkard is also your brother!"

Lin Feng said it so lightly, he was not afraid of arousing the anger of the medicine ghost monk, although this person was notorious when he was young, cruel and murderous, and had a strange personality, but so many years of seclusion in the Qilin Cave of Huoyun Peak had worn off his edge, and now that the medicine ghost monk was entangled by Mu Xinsheng, the outcome of this battle was extremely unpredictable.

"Hmph, kid Lin Feng, I didn't expect you to be the same as the old man back then, you would draw your sword and face each other if you didn't agree with each other, but the old man must punish you, because you have caused great harm to the Medicine King Valley. If you kill some more disciples of the three major sects now, when I solve Mu Xinsheng and punish you, I can recite your merits and reduce it a little. ”

Cold sweat flowed from the medicine ghost monk's forehead, and in the face of the continuous large amount of fierce sword qi generated by the "Eight Phases Sword Array", he finally felt what it meant to be struggling.

The Ninefold Golden Pill Realm of Blood Condensation can be said to be the pinnacle of the Blood Condensation Realm, and the essence and blood energy of the whole body is extremely abundant, and the Golden Pill is condensed at the dantian, compared to the Sevenfold Void Pill of Blood Condensation, the concentration of the essence and blood energy of the monks of the Eightfold Solid Pill realm has increased a lot.

However, although the turtle is long-lived, there is still an end, and people can't refuse to accept old age.

As the monk reached his twilight years, his vitality gradually lost, and the essence and blood energy contained in the golden pill gradually became thinner, making the golden pill difficult to stabilize, and his cultivation was not so strong.

The "Eight Phases Sword Array" cast by Mu Xinsheng of the Tibetan Sword Villa is created from the fusion of wonderful Taoist techniques from the fragments of ancient swordsmanship, and the quality of the eight ancient swords used is also excellent, all close to spiritual weapons, and they are displayed together, and the power exerted is not simply added, but geometrically increased.

At this time, Mu Xinsheng was full of spirit, and continuously injected the essence and blood energy contained in the real pill in the dantian into the "Eight Phases Sword Array", but he saw that the eight ancient swords were circling and flying around him, and the sword light was gorgeous, drawing a mysterious arc.

Each ancient sword can derive nearly a thousand sword lights, and then like a carp crossing the river, clusters of clusters rushed towards the medicine ghost monk.

In an instant, the Medicine Ghost Monk was equivalent to facing the bombardment of nearly 10,000 fierce sword qi at the same time, and the Golden Bell Body Protector Qi Cover outside his body became thinner and thinner, and the sonorous sound was endless.

Nearly 10,000 incomparable colorful sword lights set off the vast snow dazzling, this proud momentum made the thunder roar in the sky, the black oppressive clouds were like ink waves, and the lightning was like a flame python rushing and raging in the black clouds.

"Medicine Ghost Monk, I want to see how long you can last, the power of the ten thousand swords generated by this eight-phase sword array is enough to match the strength of the Nine Golden Pill realm of blood condensation. Besides, I just used my true qi to urge, and it was the sword array that exerted its power, and the essence and blood energy consumed was far less than yours, how long can your old bones last?" Mu Xinsheng sneered.

The medicine ghost monk was already very struggling, the green tendons on his forehead were bursting out, and his eyes were bloodshot, in order to protect the foundation of the Medicine King Valley and thousands of disciples, he let go.

Even if he understood that he couldn't consume Mu Xinsheng's "Eight-Phase Sword Array", he had to persist hard, and when Mu Xinsheng relaxed his vigilance and relaxed his mind, he would perform the most difficult trick and fight to the death.

"Listen to the elders and disciples of the Medicine King Valley, now give me all the attacks, all the people of the three major sects and the scattered cultivators who depend on them will be killed when they see it. Don't care about the outcome of this battle, just let the enemy understand that we people in the Medicine King Valley are not easy to mess with, and all provocateurs will be baptized by our anger. "The medicine ghost monk gave the order for a general attack.

When the people of the three major sects and the Demon Dao Scattered Cultivators heard this order, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, feeling that the Medicine Ghost Monk was really a madman, and with less than 3,000 troops, he was going to fight more than 8,000 people head-on, this was not just a provocation, but a play with his life.

The disciples and elders of the Medicine King Valley had long been eager to try, originally at the beginning of this battle against the three major sects, they had the mentality of co-existence and death with the Medicine King Valley, this was a real protection battle, for the sake of the homeland behind them.

"Rush me! Anyone who is in the middle of the three factions and the Demon Dao is scattered to cultivate, and if you see it, you will kill it!" Elder Yi held a blue long sword and rode a one-horned black horse, and rushed ahead first, leading his disciples to rush into the enemy formation.

The frontal battle was extremely tragic, although the battle between ordinary disciples did not have too dazzling sword light, nor too powerful energy fluctuations, but between a few moves, the sword would definitely be stained with blood, some of which were their own, and some of which were of the enemy, and the screams and shouts of killing were endless.

Usually don't practice hard enough, opportunistic disciples will suffer a big loss at this time, the enemy's blade will not be merciful, once staring at the flaw, it will be slashed fiercely, leaving a few scars on the body, or being cut off hands and feet, or directly hit the vital point, falling on the cold snow.

A moment later, the vast expanse of snow was stained red with the blood of the fiercely fought monks, and even the blood melted the snow and gathered into a stream, which was particularly dazzling on the battlefield.

At the beginning of the day, the snow-covered snow is not so enchanting, and the blood stained and the monks who fell to the ground add a tragic atmosphere to this snowfield.

The long sword was stained with blood, and the sun was shining, and it was quite desolate and gloomy.

For the glory of the sect and the protection of the sect, the disciples of the Medicine King Valley did not leave a way out for themselves, they were red-eyed one by one, and they only cared about fighting with the enemy.

Lin Feng had decided to help the Medicine King Valley this time, all the contradictions were generated by the valley master, now that the valley master had been killed, Lin Feng had no other complaints, for the sake of his promise, he held the dragon slaying sword, rushed into the enemy formation, and started hunting.

Lin Feng didn't have much hatred for the people of the three major sects and the scattered cultivators of the Demon Dao, so he would not kill them all, he was not one of those murderous monks of the Demon Dao.

The so-called hunting in the enemy army is to kill those disciples who are slightly more outstanding in cultivation, such as those monks who have their own mounts, they are all considered a leader, even if they are riding a saber-toothed tiger, then they can be regarded as having mounts, then this person is considered unlucky, because he has become the target of Lin Feng's hunting.

To deal with the ordinary disciples of the Medicine King Valley, the people of the three major sects could also adopt the method of attacking more and fighting less, covering each other and resisting, but when they saw Lin Feng making a move, they were afraid to avoid it.

The dragon slashing sword is unstoppable, this is a kind of fierce sword intent emanating from the bones, indomitable, vowing to kill the enemy, never leaving a way for himself to retreat.

Lin Feng's sword is out, and the back moves are endless, never stopping, his body is like a shocking and elegant, and his sword qi is like a dragon's fierceness.

"Dragon Slashing Dragon Soaring Sky!" Lin Feng let out a long roar, and the sword qi rushed out directly, and everywhere he passed, the monks fell in a pool of blood, even if they had blades to resist, it was useless, because their crude weapons were all shattered under the dragon slaying sword qi, like snow seeing blazing sunlight, only the result of dissolving.

And the person who hit the sword qi the most was the unlucky leader, who let him have his own mount? The monk with the mount would never be an ordinary disciple of the three major sects, nor would he be a demonic cultivator who had no prospects.

These unlucky monks who were riding their mounts were directly stunned when they saw that the dragon slaying sword qi was so fierce and fast, they couldn't see the flaws in this huge sword qi at all, and they didn't know how to resist it.

In the moment he was stunned, the dazzling green dragon slaying sword qi directly blasted him to death, and then he lost consciousness and fell on top of the snow.

Lin Feng has always remained calm, because he is not from the Medicine King Valley, he will not be so impulsive to kill, he is just fulfilling his promise, the eldest husband has a promise, and he will never ignore his previous promise because of some personal grudges.

In the process of hunting and killing the leaders of the enemy army, Lin Feng also rescued some Medicine King Valley disciples who were besieged by many people from time to time, for these people who had no grudges, Lin Feng could help them, so he tried to help, as long as he used a little sword, he could save a Medicine King Valley disciple from the dire situation.

If you can save people with a gesture, of course Lin Feng will do it.

Those Medicine King Valley disciples who were rescued by Lin Feng suddenly had infinite admiration and gratitude for Lin Feng in their hearts, lifted their spirits, raised their blades, followed behind Lin Feng, and shouted to kill.

They even thought in their hearts: "If Lin Feng was our valley master, how good it would be! He wouldn't be like the previous valley master, always calling us to rush and kill, but never caring about our life or death." ”

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the teams on both sides fell into a kind of madness, some people for the goal in their hearts, and some people in order to survive, all of them used all their strength, showing no mercy to the enemy, if they were soft, they would be the next to fall.

On the vast snow, tens of thousands of people are fighting, and in the battlefield, it is the battle of the masters on both sides, and the dense multicolored sword qi continues to bombard the Jin Zhonggang gas cover, and the momentum is spectacular.

The Medicine Ghost Monk had been waiting for the best time to make a move, he didn't want to keep competing like this, it was obvious how he could possibly fight the endless stream of fierce sword qi generated by this "Eight Phase Sword Array".

At this moment, the medicine ghost monk realized that a strong person with a blood clotting ninefold golden pill who was about to reach the limit was so weak, and it was so difficult to deal with a Mu Xinsheng who had just reached the realm of the blood clotting eightfold real pill, how ridiculous it was to retreat and practice penance, without actual combat, he would never know that he was actually regressing.

And on the battlefield, a new force appeared, and they hid for so long, waiting until now when the battle was at a fever pitch.

These people are the disciples who have obtained the Quenching Heart Pill before, such as Chen Hang, who has now taken the Quenching Heart Pill, his eyes are red, and his body is full of energy, which is fifty percent stronger than his usual state. Chen Hang was originally a fivefold blood coagulation monk, but now he was able to exert the strength of the middle stage of blood coagulation.

Of course, as an elixir that can stimulate potential, the Quenching Heart Pill actually has a great anti-phagogy effect, and after more than an hour, the whole body will be weak, and it will take a long time to recover the ability to move.

And the Quenching Heart Pill will also hinder the progress of future cultivation, and the qualifications will also deteriorate, so the Valley Master did not distribute the Quenching Heart Pill to Yi Qing, the four elite disciples of the Medicine King Valley, they are the hope of the future revitalization of the Medicine King Valley, how can they pull out the seedlings and destroy them?

These eleven Medicine King Valley disciples who had taken the Quenching Heart Pill were led by an elder, and they were not afraid of death to rush and kill among the enemy troops, and the enemy did not expect that there would be so many powerful young disciples in the Medicine King Valley.

"Isn't it rumored that there are only five elite disciples in the Medicine King Valley?, how can eleven such powerful disciples appear all of a sudden?" an elder of the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa roared angrily.

The surrounding disciples were all dazed and depressed, they really regretted coming to participate in this battle, if they had chosen to stay in the sect in the first place, and not come to covet these merits, how comfortable they would be now.

And now, being able to save his life is the greatest wish, the people of the three major sects and the Demon Dao Scattered Cultivators are all fighting with all their spirits, fighting tenaciously, in order to survive, there is only a desperate fight.

With the addition of these eleven disciples, the momentum on the side of the Medicine King Valley was once again greatly boosted, and he actually suppressed the enemy's more than 8,000 people with a force of less than 3,000 people.

The disciples of the Medicine King Valley fought so much that they usually guarded the Dan Furnace in the cave mansion to refine the pill, but it was not so exciting, nor was it so pleasant.

The monks are already going to be sharpened in actual combat, and they will be in an extremely backward state behind closed doors, so the people of the Medicine King Valley have changed their cultivation methods and not invested so much time in alchemy, maybe they can become one of the few major sects in the Shu Kingdom.

This battle was so tragic that few people could guarantee that they would not be injured at all, unless it was someone as powerful as Lin Feng.

Of course, Lu Xueyao has the armor and blood mist phantom net given by Lin Feng, as well as the mount Blood Mist Demon Beast, and can still ensure his safety in the battlefield.

In such a large-scale battle, as long as it is not too prominent, or too bad, it will not become the target of public criticism.

If someone kills a lot of enemies, especially outstanding, everyone will regard them as a big threat and then work together to surround and kill him, and there is another kind of person who is so poor in cultivation that he is afraid to dodge and dodge when he sees an enemy, which will also attract the attention of others, and who will not rush up and kill a weak enemy!

Lu Xueyao tried her best to kill some enemies on the battlefield, she looked at Lin Feng from afar, her eyes were full of tenderness and affection.

If it weren't for these things given by Lin Feng, it would be difficult for her to save her life in this battle, how could this meticulous care not move her?

Lin Feng also noticed Lu Xueyao's gaze, looked back at each other, and smiled in return, even if there were thousands of words, they were also in this smile.

This time, Lin Feng was involved in the protection battle of the Medicine King Valley, and the most critical reason was to protect Lu Xueyao. And the person sent by the Snake Demon Cave Master has not appeared so far, Lin Feng of course knows that with the style of these killers, they should be lurking in the dark to observe the situation, and they will make a move at the best time.

Therefore, Lin Feng retains his strength in this battle, he has always been steady, and he must protect Lu Xueyao's safety, and all threats from the enemy, Lin Feng must deal with them cautiously.

The vast snow was stained red by the blood of the monks, so shocking, for the glory of their respective sects, and for their own survival, when they fought hard, it was a matter of who had more courage and whose blades were more powerful.

However, the eleven monks led by Chen Hang who had taken the Quenching Heart Pill, after some outbursts, the essence and blood energy in the dantian were completely exhausted, and the true qi borne by the meridians was overburdened, and terrible wounds appeared in many places.

At this time, they seemed to be a little powerless, and the power of the Quenching Heart Pill came so quickly that the enemies immediately besieged them together.

The eleven monks were miserable, they became the target of the public, and it was difficult to maintain the previous outburst, and after a few moments, they were hit by many blades, and became one of many corpses on the snow.

Lin Feng didn't have time to rescue Chen Hang, he had already fallen, and he had a good relationship at the beginning, Lin Feng felt a little lost, these disciples who took the Quenching Heart Pill were all to protect the sect, and they had already decided to sacrifice themselves and exert their greatest combat effectiveness.

"Brother Chen Hang, you rest in peace, this time I will do my best to help the Medicine King Valley survive this calamity. However, the key depends on the outcome of the battle between Mu Xinsheng of the Hidden Sword Villa and the Medicine Ghost Monk, they are the strongest of the two sides. Lin Feng groaned.

The medicine ghost monk suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood at this time, his emaciated body was unstable on his feet, and Jin Zhonggang's qi defense shield also became a little weak.

Mu Xinsheng suddenly perked up, and said in his heart: "The old guy finally can't support it anymore, I have to strike with all my strength to kill him!"