"However, the Dongfang Flying Tiger is the patriarch of our Dongfang family, how can our elders do something to him?" many of the monks in the team muttered, looking very confused, not knowing what to do.

The monks of the Beitang family did not have this scruples, and immediately waited for the battle, infusing the strong Gang Qi into the weapons, and the momentum was rising steadily.

But in front of the oncoming Oriental Flying Tiger, this momentum is not solid.

I saw that Dongfang Feihu was surging with a blue-black nether aura, his eyes were glowing red, he was holding a dragon-patterned war knife in his right hand and a Fang Tian painting halberd in his left hand, his momentum quickly made many monks behind Lin Feng tremble with fright, and his battle intent gradually collapsed.

"Everyone, don't panic, he and the patriarch are both half-step supernatural realm cultivators, and they are not comparable in fighting, besides, there is such a powerful Lin Alliance Lord here on our side, it is not difficult to defeat the Eastern Flying Tiger. Seeing that his teammates were all afraid, the patriarch of Beitang hurriedly reminded him.

After he finished speaking, he unfolded the pale green wings behind him, flew into the void, and swooped down rapidly, and the silver-white long sword in his hand was covered with a brilliant sword curtain.

The monks were encouraged and rushed to kill, while the monks of the Eastern Family, who were still worried, hid behind and watched the situation.

"You wait for the monks to be overwhelmed, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Dongfang Flying Tiger's current appearance is similar to the undead martial artist he personally killed before, he swung Fang Tian's painting halberd and dragon pattern battle knife at the same time, and the first few monks were immediately seriously injured, spitting blood, and flew out upside down.

At this time, the thousand-zhang sword emitted by the silver-white sword of the Patriarch of the Beitang slashed at his body, only leaving a very shallow sword mark on the bronze armor on his body, and the Netherworld Qi that had just been weakened was re-condensed between breaths.

Lin Feng flickered over and struck with a pitch-black bone spear volley, bombarding his Fang Tian Painting Halberd head-on. As a result, the pitch-black bone spear, which had always been able to restrain undead demons and weapons, did not work this time. The majestic force also knocked Lin Feng back more than a dozen steps. Dongfang Flying Tiger didn't retreat, he was lifted off by the power from the pitch-black bone spear, and spun and flew into the void.

The Eastern Flying Tiger took advantage of this opportunity and landed behind the entire team of monks. The distance here was a little far, and it was impossible for Lin Feng and the Patriarch of the Beitang to be able to save each other in an instant.

"Patriarch, don't kill us! Please take a closer look, we are all elders of the Dongfang family, and we have followed you from birth to death all these years, without merit and hard work. The monks of the Eastern Family hurriedly begged for mercy.

"This is useless, as an undead martial artist, I am bound to protect the Demon Venerable Mausoleum wholeheartedly, even if I escape now, it will be too late. Dongfang Feihu sneered. The merciless move, and immediately several monks were killed by the dragon pattern war knife, followed by the attack of Fang Tian's painting halberd, and the monks in the late stage of the transformation realm could not resist it at all.

"Lord Lin and the patriarch of the North Hall, please help. The elder of the Dongfang family hurriedly fled to Lin Feng's side.

"We must defeat him as much as possible, otherwise if we continue like this, the monks of the entire team will lose most of them, and even if we can be safe and sound, this adventurous team will not be able to go far. The patriarch of the North Hall said in a deep voice.

Lin Feng also felt that this statement was very reasonable. This time, instead of using the pitch-black bone spear, he summoned eighteen Cloud Splitting Sky Thunder Swords to cover and kill them together.

Patriarch Beitang, Elder Xu, and Elder Mo all followed. Do not hesitate to perform their own tricks. They were also all masters of the half-step Divine Power Realm, if they were in the Cloud Escape Star Cultivation Realm outside, once they joined forces to attack, few monks would be able to defeat them.

But this time, it was completely beyond their expectations, because Dongfang Feihu's mind was affected by the Demon Dao weapon Fang Tian's painting halberd. The combat effectiveness has increased a lot, and after fighting for a while, he actually has the upper hand alone. Elder Xu was caught off guard and had one of his left arms cut off, and he quickly stepped back to the side to heal his wounds.

"Poof~" Another dazzling flash of cold halberd flashed. Elder Mo was also scratched by the halberd blade, and the mace couldn't even hold it, and it fell to the ground below, stirring up a lot of dust.

Next, only Lin Feng and the Patriarch of the Beitang were left to become the Eastern Flying Tiger who had become undead warriors in the fierce battle, and the other monks were watching the battle from behind, pinching a cold sweat, and said anxiously and worriedly: "If the Lord of the Lin Alliance and the Patriarch of the Beitang accidentally fail, then we monks will also become the souls of the Eastern Flying Tiger!"

The sonorous sound resounded in this jungle full of life, the wind was howling, and the Eastern Flying Tiger bombarded the Beitang patriarch backwards, and the red light in his eyes became more and more demonic, like a demon general from hell.

"Patriarch Dongfang, come to your senses! Have you forgotten all your glory and mission to the family? I feel sorry for you. The Patriarch of the Beitang shouted hoarsely, but the effect of such an exhortation was not obvious, Dongfang Feihu was only slightly stunned, and then the attack was even more fierce.

Lin Feng was waiting for this opportunity, because the Dongfang Flying Tiger was attacking the Patriarch of the North Hall with all his might, so his defense would inevitably not be able to take care of it, and the monks who had reached their level, except for those like Lin Feng who had also cultivated the defensive tricks of the Wu Clan's Golden Body Xuangong, it was impossible for other monks to do both attack and defense very well. Accompanied by several purple-red lightning bolts that "snorted", the eighteen Splitting Cloud Sky Thunder Swords had already slashed at the back of the Eastern Flying Tiger.

He was not lightly injured, because the power of thunder and lightning on the Heavenly Thunder Sword was still very useful for him.

"Damn boy, then I'll deal with you first. "Dongfang Flying Tiger turned to dismantle the eighteen Cloud Splitting Sky Thunder Swords.

But Lin Feng would not let him resist so easily, and in an instant, he used the Luo Shen Wind Trick to flicker past, and the attack at close range, when it comes to explosive power, of course, the "Thirteen Styles of Killing God" is the most powerful.

The Dongfang Flying Tiger was gradually defeated, and in desperation, he inadvertently performed the "Netherworld Phantom Moon Slash", intending to break the cauldron and decide the outcome with Lin Feng.

"Boom~" A violent explosion resounded throughout the world, and the ground in a radius of thousands of zhang cracked, and a deep pit appeared. The monks watched the outcome of the battle carefully while resisting the aftermath of the battle with their protective aura.

The miserable white halberd was smashed by the Splitting Cloud Sky Thunder Sword, and Lin Feng stepped out again, quickly using the "Thirteen Styles of Killing Gods", the bronze armor shattered and fell, and the Dongfang Flying Tiger was smashed into a deep pit on the ground.

When the smoke dissipated and he was seriously injured, the wolf-looking Oriental Flying Tiger crawled out of the pit, his eyes were no longer red, but changed back to his original appearance, looking a little dim, and his injuries this time were not light.

He coughed, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and said in a deep voice, "Lin Feng, did you defeat me just now?"

"You yourself were affected by Fang Tian's Halberd just now, and you became an undead martial artist, you want to be ruthless to the monks present, of course I have to stop you, you are not convinced now, although you can pick up Fang Tian's Halberd and continue to fight with me." Lin Feng stared at him and said loudly.

"Patriarch Dongfang, what you did just now was too wrong, we will all stand on the side of the Lord of the Lin Alliance. The monks in the back all said so.

The atmosphere was a little tense, and everyone was silent for a while, and Dongfang Feihu suddenly said: "Although I was controlled by the strange remnant soul will in Fang Tian's halberd just now, I still know exactly what happened. I felt a deep sense of guilt for killing several of the elders of the clan just now. Now I am a little grateful to Lin Feng, if you hadn't defeated me, how could I have come to my senses? ”

Lin Feng smiled lightly: "If you had this realization earlier, you wouldn't have had this trouble later." You don't dare to collect this Heavenly Painting Halberd, but I'm not afraid, there will always be a place to use it in the future. ”

He walked over, picked up Fang Tian's painting halberd between the rubble, and immediately put it into the storage bag, as for the some netherworld aura remaining in his hand, it didn't matter, just use Gang Qi to disperse it.

Lin Feng planned to return to the Zichen Star Cultivation Realm in the future, find a quiet place, and properly dissolve the demonic qi in this Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and then he could use this halberd for his good brother Li Zhou. After all, Lin Feng was good at using a sword, and he didn't use Fang Tian's halberd well.

After this incident, all the monks in the team have become more united, even if the Dongfang family and the Beitang family have always had contradictions, but now they are in the same boat, and there are not so many suspicions.

Lin Feng led the way, and at the end of the jungle was a canyon, and at the mouth of the valley there were two monks meditating on their knees, they were as immobile as rocks, no matter how the cold wind blew in the canyon.

"Are these two ascetics? But I have never heard of any cultivator in our Cloud Dun Star cultivation world who would choose to practice penance in the depths of the Demon Venerable Mausoleum, in case they didn't pay attention to their wholehearted cultivation and were killed by demons, they would end up in a very tragic end. The patriarch of the North Hall said suspiciously.

"I did a lot of mistakes just now, I'm sorry everyone, let me try their strength. The Oriental Flying Tiger volunteered to move forward.

He was still so arrogant, he walked in front of the two cross-kneeling meditating monks at the mouth of the canyon, and he condensed his qi into the dragon pattern sword and slashed it hard, he said in his heart: "If you can't even resist my move, then you ascetics are useless." ”

At the moment of his attack, both ascetics opened their eyes at the same time, the monk on the left caught the sword with his palms, and the other monk quickly pulled out the dark red long sword behind his back and stabbed at the back of the Eastern Flying Tiger mercilessly.

"Such a powerful sword intent, I can't take this beat. Dongfang Feihu's heart froze, and he hurriedly slashed out with his backhand, fighting against the dark red long sword, the majestic and fierce sword qi spread around, and the rock walls next to him cracked and collapsed.

"If I'm not mistaken, that monk holding the dark red long sword is a blood sword hero who was very famous in the Yunxuan Star cultivation world fifty years ago, Ouyang Lei, he was originally a master of chivalry and righteousness, how could he cultivate in the Demon Venerable Mausoleum? And now his sword path looks full of demonic energy. Elder Xu said in a deep voice. (To be continued......)