After experiencing the initial shock, the Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle moved almost instinctively, or perhaps because they really had a certain level of spiritual connection, the Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle moved quickly almost at the same time, tightly surrounding Zhan Mufeng in Kongzheng

Zhan Mufeng's front and back are surrounded by groups of people.

However, Zhan Mufeng was not afraid at all, he still had a calm face, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood senselessly.

"Mink, what did you just call him? Master? What's the matter?"

The Thirteen Eagle Boss of the Ghost Wood suddenly realized something, and asked with a solemn face.

Before the sable could speak, Zhan Mufeng spoke first.

Zhan Mufeng glanced at the position occupied by the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood, and couldn't help but be secretly speechless in his heart.

At that time, when Zhan Mufeng was still in the True Martial Spirit Gate, he was quite familiar with the formation, although he did not study too much over the years, but Zhan Mufeng still saw it at a glance, this ghost wood thirteen eagles seemed to occupy a place and made a mess out of order, but in fact it was extremely rigorous, every Rao position is both offensive and defensive, and you can join forces to attack, and you can retreat to form a network for defense, and the gambling is very powerful.

"No wonder this Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle can kill the powerhouses of the Spirit Emperor Realm Fivefold Realm, it turns out that there is such a powerful formation, plus their thirteen brothers have the same heart, the combat power is indeed very terrifying. ”

However, although Zhan Mufeng was horrified in his heart, his face was still indifferent, and he said leisurely: "Mink calls me as the master, doesn't he already know everything." ”

"You better be clear, otherwise, we Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle will be unkind to you!" Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle Lao Qi (yīn) said coldly.

As soon as his words came out, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing (yīn), which made people feel creepy.

"That's so funny, when have you ever been polite to Young Master Ben? Could it be that you are surrounding me like this now, do you want to give me a birthday? If this is really the case, then hurry up and worship it!" Zhan Mufeng arched his hand and said coldly.

"Damn! Look for death!" The Thirteen Eagle Boss of the Ghost Wood was even more angry in his heart, and as soon as his qi moved, he was about to do it.

Zhan Mufeng waved his hand, smiled slightly, and said, "Wait!"

"What?, do you want to admit defeat? It's not that easy!I'm going to kill you!" The Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle Elder thought that Zhan Mufeng was afraid, and suddenly he didn't know where he got the confidence, and said suddenly.

"Palm your mouth! Let your mouth be unstoppable!" Just under the eyes of everyone, there was a crisp crackling sound, and the old man of the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood slapped Zhan Mufeng in the face.

"It hurts, it's fast, this, it's incredible, it's horrible..."

The Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle Elder tightly covered his red and swollen left face, and looked at Zhan Mufeng with fear in his eyes, for fear that Zhan Mufeng would slap his mouth.

Many people didn't even see how Zhan Mufeng made a move.

Although the Thirteen Eagle Bosses of the Ghost Wood probably saw Zhan Mufeng's move clearly, he was unable to stop it, and the horror in his heart was indescribable.

The old man was beaten, so that the face of the Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagles was almost dripping - although he couldn't see the table (qíng) with his face covered, but the crisp slap of Zhan Mufeng was not just the face of the weakest old man cultivated by the Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagles?

"Bai, you go to my space ring first to take refuge for a while, save the mountain you. ”

Zhan Mufeng didn't care what the Thirteen Eagle Boss of the Ghost Wood thought, and turned back to Bai Mink with a nonchalant smile on his face.

The white sable was aroused by Zhan Mufeng's aggressiveness, and he shook his head slightly in front of Zhan Mufeng for the first time, and begged with anticrity: "Master, let me fight side by side with you, I really don't want to be a shrunken mink all the time..."

Zhan Mufeng was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect the sable to come with such a sentence, and then laughed and said: "Okay, very good, I don't want to be a shrunken turtle, oh, no, shrunken mink, just rush you to say this, yes!"

Just in the interval between Zhan Mufeng and Bai Mink's words, the really powerful formation of the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood attacked.

This attack reminded Zhan Mufeng of the divine power that he had seen when he was in the True Martial Spirit Gate when he was in the True Martial Spirit Gate, and the divine power of Mu Ru Wuqiang and Hong Juxiong's million-strong army broke the crossbow array.

In this formation of the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood, Zhan Mufeng didn't know what the name of the formation was.

However, its power is truly very similar to that of the Divine Power Breaking Crossbow.

The thirteen eagles of the ghost wood and the thirteen people occupied the thirteen directions, but the strength of the vertical and horizontal roaring gathered together in the gap, condensing into two attack waves, one big one, one strong and one weak, attacking Zhan Mufeng and the white mink.

Fortunately, the agility and speed of the (shēn) form is no longer comparable to the Thirteen Eagles of the Onimu.

However, after all, the white mink's cultivation is a little weaker, and it is not even as good as the ghost wood thirteen eagle elders, and even though the white sable counterattacks and dodges with all his strength, it is still in danger several times - and it is still under the constant cover of the herding wind (qíng).

If there was only one person in Zhan Mufeng, the situation might have been different.

However, now one person and one mink are in danger.

Although the white sable gritted his teeth and fought hard with all his might, after all, his cultivation was slightly worse, and the whole (shēn) had been shaken by the churning of his qi and blood.

The mink fur fell to the ground.

According to this situation (qíng), even if Zhan Mufeng can bear it, the white sable will definitely not be able to bear it.

Zhan Mufeng saw the situation, and raised his head and roared: "Since you don't know whether you are alive or dead, then let you see and understand, what is the real emperor-level spiritual power!"

During the words of Zhan Mufeng, the Great Sealing Scroll Spiritual Power Exercise swept towards the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood like a great river of the Yangtze River.

"Cover it with one hand!"

"Datong!"

"Wishful sealing!"

"Coiling dragon swallowing net!"

"Chaos Split!"

"Eternal Split Fist!"

"Nine Qi Open Palm!"

"Kang Long Slashes Sword!"

......

The domineering attack of the big seal scroll, one move after another, endlessly, the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood were suddenly scrambled by (bī).

Then, just when the Thirteen Eagles and Thirteen Brothers of the Ghost Wood were still shocked by the domineering and domineering of the Emperor-level spiritual power exercises such as the Great Seal Scroll, and they didn't react for a while, what appeared in front of them were thirteen thunder qi arrows with the breath of destruction!

This is the Thunder Punishment Spiritual Power that contains a trace of the spiritual power of the Great Thunder God Arrow of Destruction!

It's not just the breath of royal-level spiritual power at all!

This is the breath of a god-level spiritual power exercise!

However, under the concealment of the hidden aura of the abyss, the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood could not find any clues.

Shocked, the Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle Brothers didn't have time to react at all, whether this was the true face of emperor-level spiritual power!

Zhan Mufeng quietly used only one sentence to deceive the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood, and for a while, the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood were confused.

Then, taking advantage of this extremely short moment, Zhan Mufeng instantly launched an attack on all the Rao of the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood at the same time, completely countering violence with violence, and using strength to justify the frontal attack of the Dao, without any tricks.

Sure enough, it is a superb pit that digs a pit when he finds an opportunity, and even carries three pits with a sentence, and if he believes it, he will be killed by the pit - if he doesn't believe it, he will be pit to death...

"Get out of the way!"

Although the Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle Boss didn't react for a while, after all, he was a veteran of a hundred battles, but he knew the strength of the young man's hard spiritual power in front of him.

Although, the Thirteen Eagle Boss of the Ghost Wood thought that he could take over this offensive, but his twelve brothers were estimated to be enough.

Even, yes, at least more than half of them will not be able to take it – even if they are all out – they will probably not be able to take it!

As soon as the boss gave the order, the remaining twelve people of the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood retreated very quickly, and the movements of the Thirteen Rao Rao were almost uniform, and they joined hands to take over the offensive of Zhan Mufeng and unload it.

However, the weakest cultivator still couldn't resist it, and with a poof, he spit out a mouthful of blood, obviously suffering extremely serious internal injuries!

That is to say, in the face of the joint attack of the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood, Zhan Mufeng cracked the opponent's joint attack in a tough way!

Moreover, it also caused the Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle Elder to be seriously injured!

"I can't imagine that you still have two more shots!"

The Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle Boss said coldly, without looking at the old man, his right hand waved out lightly, and a humanoid true qi rushed away, pouring into the old man's body to help him heal.

"I don't just have two hits, but there are many, do you want to try again?"

Zhan Mufeng smiled indifferently, not caring at all about the hostility of the Thirteen Eagle Boss of the Ghost Wood.

"What you just used was really just an emperor-level spiritual power?"

The Thirteen Eagle Boss of the Ghost Wood suddenly asked again, his expression full of distrust (qíng).

"Do you still want to see and see again?" Zhan Mufeng grinned, not caring at all.

In fact, the reason why the Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle Boss had this question was also confused by Zhan Mufeng's actions just now.

Because, Zhan Mufeng exerted the thunder punishment spiritual power again after casting the spiritual power of the Great Sealing Scroll, and under the abyss concealment of the Abyss Purification Spring, he quietly launched his true masterpiece-the Great Thunder God Arrow Spiritual Power Technique of Destroying the Earth!

And the white sable, but he also has the true legend of Zhan Mufeng's digging pit, and deliberately revealed the spiritual power of the Aoki Qi Transformation Technique to confuse the public!

At the same time, taking the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, it played the most powerful attack it could send, and made the best cover for Zhan Mufeng's shot.

That is to say, just now, in the hands of lightning and fire, there was a mixture of the breath of king-level, emperor-level, level, and even god-level spiritual power exercises.

"Oh, then try again!"

The boss of the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the humanoid form flew back with a real anger, and then looked at the old man, the spiritual power fluctuations were obviously much more stable.

Unexpectedly, the boss of the Thirteen Eagles of the Ghost Wood has unexpected insights into healing!

"The emperor-level spiritual power belongs to our Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle Brothers, you have to die!" The Ghost Wood Thirteen Eagle Boss stared at Zhan Mufeng for a long time, and suddenly said.

As soon as the words fell, the attack began again.

It's just that this attack is unusual, not hurried or violent, but it seems to be a big fishing net, gradually tightening.

The range of the net is getting more and more.

Zhan Mufeng and the sable are like fish caught in a net, and the net is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems that they are about to be trapped in the net.

It's a pity that if a net is cast, it depends on what kind of fish it is!

There was a trace of disdain in Zhan Mufeng's eyes, and the (shēn) shape flew up, and he was about to break through the net with the white mink.