In the face of the joint attack of so many masters, Lin Feng did not rush to use the mysterious Luo Shen Wind Trick to escape, because until the last moment, he had a chance to win, and he had a strong confidence in his own strength and heritage.

Every battle with a master can improve one's cultivation, and he can often comprehend it in such a battle, so how could Lin Feng let go of such a good opportunity?

The vast bamboo forest had become a little empty due to the damage caused by the sword qi and sword, and the sun shone down in the depths of winter, but it exuded a chill.

The six ancestral undead warriors of the Abyss Clan swung their Abyss Demon Blades with all their might, each jet-black sword was like a dark dragon from the depths of hell, and the demonic energy escaped into the surrounding void, so that the atmosphere became more and more gloomy.

No matter what kind of crisis situation Lin Feng was in, he was able to maintain his composure, he abandoned distracting thoughts in his heart, let his mood become ethereal, and the tricks he used were handy, and he used many mysterious tricks of the dragon slaying sword one after another.

Moreover, the changes in the sword moves were also appropriately changed according to the current battle situation, and a clear sword curtain appeared in front of Lin Feng's body, which was extremely gorgeous, and it was able to resist the six dark dragon phantoms formed by the sword.

If the cultivators in the cultivation world outside saw that Lin Feng was able to fight against so many half-step Divine Ability realm masters, they would definitely be unbelievable, this was a very rare situation in the cultivation world.

The patriarch did not watch the battle from the side, but actively waved the two Dementor Black Flame Claws to raid, with six undead warriors taking the lead, and the pressure on the patriarch was much less.

What he had to guard against was that once Lin Feng attacked him with all his strength in anger and wanted to die with him, he had to retreat in time. In the patriarch's opinion, it was only a matter of time before he could defeat Lin Feng, the Abyss Clan had existed for such a long time. The patriarch had never heard of a monk who had broken into the tribe in the past who could defeat six ancestral undead warriors.

In an instant, two crimson claw shadows mercilessly attacked Lin Feng's heart and the back of his head, which were both fatal points, even if Lin Feng had the Wu Clan's Golden Body Xuangong Protector, he didn't dare to be careless.

Lin Feng was facing off the six undead warriors in front of him, and he had no time to take care of the back. Therefore, he used the trick of Purple Light Nine Breaks, and in an instant, he was divided into nine figures, each of which had an attack power close to that of the deity, and other aspects were not very powerful.

Except for the deity who continued to hold his ground, the remaining eight figures swung their swords to resist the Soul Dementor's Black Flame Claw, and immediately launched a counterattack.

"What's going on? How did you unleash so many clones at once, and each of them had a strong attack power. The shock in the patriarch's heart was incomprehensible.

"It's just that you always stay in the tribe, and if you don't have more experience in the cultivation world, how can you increase your knowledge?" Lin Feng's phantom sneered. Attacking in unison, making it difficult for the patriarch to parry, he hurriedly retreated.

Lin Feng wouldn't let him go so lightly, so he let the three phantoms join forces to pursue him, and the remaining five phantoms came back to help him deal with these six difficult undead warriors.

Since the ancestors of the Abyss Clan's undead warriors now have almost no autonomous consciousness, once they are released from the sarcophagus, they will fight with their fighting instincts. Guarding here, they were not a little surprised by Lin Feng's sudden trick. Perhaps they don't have the love of a living person at all.

At this moment, the six undead warriors all let out a terrible strange scream, and then their battle intent became even stronger, and when the Abyss Demon Sword slashed out, layers of ripples appeared in the void.

"If it weren't for the fact that I had enough Gang Qi to sustain the Purple Light Nine Breaking Trick for a long time, it would be difficult to turn the situation around!" Lin Feng sighed sincerely.

The battle that followed intensified. The wind is blowing, the sand is flying, and the sky above this bamboo forest is condensed with thick clouds. As the battle progressed, the undead warriors gradually regained more strength and became more difficult to deal with.

This made Lin Feng make a decision. You have to defeat them separately, otherwise when they are almost completely restored to the cultivation they once had when they were alive, it will be very difficult to have a chance of winning.

"Thirteen Styles of Killing Gods!" Lin Feng returned the Dragon Slaying Sword into the sheath and performed this trick on the fly, in such a narrow besieged area, it was much more convenient to use the Thirteen Styles of the Killing God than the Dragon Slaying Sword.

As for the other eight phantoms, since they were condensed into the appearance of the Dragon Slaying Sword with Gang Qi when they were released before, nothing has changed now.

Lin Feng's deity struggled to maneuver between the six undead martial artists, while his phantom was looking for an opportunity to help with his fierce sword qi.

The Wu Clan's Golden Body Xuangong played a great role in such a hand-to-hand battle, even if Lin Feng grabbed the demonic abyss demon knife with his bare hands, he would not be scratched.

In the process of fighting, Lin Feng's state of mind was very stable, and he was constantly comprehending the subtleties of martial arts, and the thirteen styles of killing gods were becoming more and more proficient.

No matter how the six undead warriors intensified their offensive, Lin Feng no longer changed his martial arts moves, and sometimes the fewer moves he had, the more powerful he would give full play.

Not far away, the patriarch was already seriously injured, with several sword marks on his body, and he had hoped that Lin Feng's Gang Qi would be consumed too much to make these clone phantoms dissipate quickly, but after resisting for half an hour, the phantoms still showed no signs of dissipating.

"Where did this monk come from, not only can he divide so many powerful phantoms, but at the same time, he can fight against the six ancestral undead warriors, aren't we sure to win this battle?" the patriarch muttered as he quickly swung the Soul Dementor Black Flame Claw to fight the three phantoms.

The battle between the masters, the strength is between the two middles, it is not easy to distinguish the winner and loser, this battle lasted until late at night, and this space was shrouded in darkness.

Such an environment made the undead warriors more conducive to battle, and Lin Feng became more and more brave the more he fought, and the two sides were injured by each other. There were many monks quietly watching the battle outside the bamboo forest, they were all monks of the Abyss Clan led by Elder Whitebeard, after settling the Five Elements Golden Spirit on the attic, they came to the bamboo forest, and seeing this majestic battle scene, they understood how powerful Lin Feng was.

At the critical juncture of the decisive battle, the six undead warriors fused their respective natal beast souls into the Abyss Demon Knife, and the knife became more and more ferocious.

Lin Feng also released the soul of the Qinglong Natal Beast, blooming with dazzling clear blue brilliance in this dark night sky, fighting until this time, it was not only the martial arts tricks, not only the accumulation of qi, but also the duel of unyielding fighting intent.

Many of the monks who watched the battle were mistakenly killed by the diffused sword qi and sword rays, and they had to retreat further one after another, and even in this case, their attention was not on the hatred of Lin Feng, but more on the many mysteries in the battle, and everyone hoped to be able to comprehend something.

The undead warrior has long forgotten many complicated martial arts tricks, and now he is using the Abyss Demon Sword with all his might, if it is not as good as the martial arts heaven, but it is much more powerful than Fusu.

In the early morning of the next day, the winner was finally decided, Lin Feng had five phantoms scattered, and six undead warriors were also injured so that they could no longer fight, many joints and meridians were damaged, and they fell to the broken ground, unable to even stand up.

Lin Feng was seriously injured, but fortunately, he still had the strength to deal with the monks like Elder Whitebeard, so those people didn't dare to act rashly when they saw that Lin Feng's momentum was still so strong.

In Lin Feng's opinion, he had no grudge against the ancestors of these Abyss clan tribes, the undead warriors, but they were just their own masters, and in the previous battles, Lin Feng benefited a lot, so he didn't attack the undead warriors because of the victory.

"Although I took most of the golden spirits in your tribe, I didn't take them all away greedily. There is still a possibility that the undead warriors will recover, so let's not fight again. Patriarch, what do you think?" Lin Feng smiled lightly.

At this time, the patriarch had been defeated by two phantoms, pressing their sword qi against his throat, and one phantom had been blasted away by the patriarch not long ago.

"Hey, the general of the defeated army, how can you speak bravely? Your Excellency can act as much as you want, how dare I have any opinions?" said the patriarch very helplessly, even the ancestors of the undead warriors were defeated, his confidence was completely destroyed, and he had no intention of resisting stubbornly.

Lin Feng took back the remaining phantoms, and his strength was partially restored, he flashed over, snatched the two dementor black flame claws in the patriarch's hand, and said: "I am a person with clear grievances, you stubbornly blocked my way before, and now I use this high-grade spiritual weapon as a trophy, which can be regarded as a punishment for you." ”

Then, Lin Feng summoned the Dragon Eagle, stood on its back, and soared into the air, flying out of the Abyss Clan.

The patriarch and the monks of the Abyss clan looked at Lin Feng's distant back in a daze, and the patriarch sighed sadly: "It's all because we don't know how much we can do, and we dare to do something with such a senior master, fortunately, he is not a ruthless person, otherwise our tribe is estimated to be ruined." ”

They were a little scared when they thought of this, although the current situation was a little lost, but as long as they recuperated for a period of time, they would be able to recover.

The patriarch instructed his men to carry the bodies of the ancestors of the undead warriors into each of the six sarcophagi and bury the sarcophagi back to the place where they had been.

"Patriarch Qiyu, it was the young master Xu Yuanmo who led the way and let this senior master come to our tribe. Elder Whitebeard said respectfully.

"Where is this kid now?" said the patriarch with an angry frown.

When there was a battle in the attic, Xu Yuanmo fled. Elder Whitebeard said.

The patriarch stared at the white-bearded elder and said in a deep voice, "Send someone to find him, and you must bring this kid back and deal with him severely." ”

After a long while, Long Ying carried Lin Feng away from the Abyss Clan, and it asked, "I don't know where the Lin Alliance Master plans to go?"

"To tell you the truth, I have to find a quiet place and concentrate on cultivation, not only to heal my wounds, but also to take the opportunity to refine the spirit of the five elements. Lin Feng said.

Then they searched for a long time and finally stopped in an unknown remote canyon.

Lin Feng also released the Silver Jiao, leaving him and Long Ying to guard in the canyon, while Lin Feng swung his sword to dig a cave in the mountain wall, and arranged a formation outside to hide the cave.

"I have to retreat, you guard. Lin Feng said solemnly. (To be continued......)