In the roar of the lion's head light and shadow, with a purple bloom more than ten zhang long, he pounced viciously at the golden halo formed by the golden Luo umbrella.

Everywhere he passed, the wind raged, as if it caused ripples in the void.

The fake Dan monk shot with all his might, and his might was unmatched!

The actual coercion spread everywhere, and even some of the mid-foundation building stage monks who were secretly watching had a sense of horror.

The group of Qi Refining Stage cultivators in the square in the distance were even more unbearable, their faces flushed when they were oppressed by this invisible momentum, and those who were not good at cultivation were even more swaying, feeling their scalps tingle.

Frightened, they all took refuge in the distance.

Hao Feng and the group of Liuyunwei were relatively close to the place of battle, and the pressure they were under was even greater, even if Hao Feng was much stronger than ordinary Qi refining stage cultivators in terms of divine sense or mana, but after all, the realm was too low, and he couldn't help but turn slightly pale.

"The fake Dan monk is going all out, he has such a might, and he will be a little overwhelmed by the slightest ripple, so what kind of magical power does the monk of the Jindan stage or even the Yuan Infant stage have to turn the river and the sea upside down?"

"If I encounter it, how will I deal with it?"

"At present, this little cultivation, in front of them, is not even a big ant, why are you wandering around, looking for your junior brothers?"

"You must think of a way to get together the elixir needed for the Nine Yuan Pill!"

Looking at the lion-headed phantom roaring away with endless might, Hao Feng had incomparable expectations for entering the foundation building period, only after entering the foundation building period, he could be regarded as having a trace of self-preservation capital in this other world.

Otherwise, if you are not careful, you will end up in pieces, and everything will come to naught.

When facing a few middle-aged scribes, although they were invincible, Hao Feng was also frightened and panicked in his heart, but he felt that as long as he grasped the opportunity, there would be no chance of life.

But looking at Shi Feng's full strength, it made him feel a strong sense of powerlessness, if a cultivator of this kind wanted to kill him, it would definitely be easier than crushing an ant.

Hao Fengshang was a little overwhelmed by this Weiya, and the children of the Liu family who were sealed with mana even more "poofed" a few times, and all of them fell to the ground.

"Withdraw!"

In Liuyun Weizhong, the situation of the four leaders of the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Period was slightly better, but their faces also changed greatly, and they were also swaying towards the rest, and some of the subordinates who were unsteady in their standing snorted lightly, and they didn't even look at the fallen children of the Liu family.

Seeing the power emanating from the Zihong Thunder Light Sword, the middle-aged scribe's face changed drastically, and without thinking, he slapped the storage bag continuously, and the three middle and low-level spiritual weapons went towards Zihua at the same time, not seeking to be able to resist for a moment, but at least to consume some of the power of this blow.

Otherwise, even if the Tianluo Umbrella was a peerless holy product in the defensive spirit weapon, his cultivation was too far away from Shi Feng, and he really didn't have the confidence to block this blow.

But even so, the middle-aged scribe was still a little uneasy, and with a sharp bite of his tongue, a ball of essence blood blurted out, turning into a trace of blood mist and merging into the Golden Luo Umbrella, and the golden halo produced by the Golden Luo Umbrella instantly skyrocketed to more than a meter thick.

There was also a strange layer of blood light flowing in the body of the Tianluo umbrella, and the middle-aged scribe felt a little at ease.

Sure enough, the three medium- and low-level spiritual weapons, as soon as they made a slight contact with the lion head transformed by the Purple Rainbow Thunder Light Sword, they were hit upside down and flew back, emitting bursts of wails, obviously the spiritual damage was great, and they fell towards the ground, and the effect of the Purple Rainbow Thunder Light Sword offensive was minimal.

However, this result was also expected by the middle-aged scribe, and a few runes were activated in an instant, turning into various forms of attacks, and the brilliance filled the sky, heading towards the Zihong Thunder Light Sword.

"The kid of the Liu family is not extraordinary, and he knows that even if I wait for the fake Dan to cultivate, I can't push the best spirit weapon to the extreme for a long time. ”

"Well, if you apply a giant sword technique to a supreme spiritual weapon like the Zihong Thunder Light Sword, and present a vision attack, the mana and divine consciousness consumed are really not light. ”

"That's right, that Shi Daoyou just blew up a wisp of divine thought, and this kind of method of trying to consume the sluggishness is indeed a good way to deal with it. ”

"Hehe, what a few Taoist friends said is good, but just based on this, the kid of the Liu family wants to escape, and it is also a fool's dream!"

"Hehe, this Shi Daoist doesn't take their ban on Fang City very lightly! The kid of the Liu family has killed himself, who can he complain about?"

At this time, most of the monks of the foundation building period who were hiding elsewhere gathered together, and several fake Dan old men helped their beards to discuss, and from time to time they glanced at the two fake Dan monks of the Tan family.

"Dying throes!"

Sure enough, before they finished speaking, Shi Feng also said in a calm tone.

As soon as the law in his hand changed, the roar in the mouth of the lion's head phantom suddenly turned into a thunderous sound, and the purple light that was more than ten zhang long also flashed with thunder, sweeping towards the attacking Guanghua.

"Puff puff!"

The attacks of various forms were swept away in the flash of thunder, the brilliance of the sky disappeared, and the talisman appeared in its original form, and there was no fire spontaneously combusting, and it instantly turned into ashes, and it was scattered without a trace.

"Bang bang bang...!"

After sweeping away the obstacles, the lion-headed phantom opened its mouth and spewed out a rainbow sword blade, which came first, and came into contact with the golden halo emitted by the Tianluo umbrella, not giving in to each other, and the sound of impact was endless.

"Boom!"

Then the lion's head light and shadow were also more than ten zhang long, flashing with thunderous Zihua, and then attacked, directly colliding with the golden halo, making an earth-shattering sound.

The golden light was dazzling, the rainbow light was filled, and the void produced ripples, forming an unstoppable wind, spreading towards the surroundings like waves.

Hao Feng, who had already retreated to a few hundred zhang away with Liuyunwei, felt that the evil wind was like a knife, and his heart was cold.

The more than a dozen children of the Liu family, who were sealed and stayed in place, didn't even scream, they were directly swept up by the gangfeng, like Ling Ye flying out more than ten meters away in the wind, before falling to the ground like a sack, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

"Poof!"

The golden halo disappeared, and the golden umbrella showed its original form, although the golden light on it was shining, and there was a trace of strange blood flowing, it seemed that the body was not damaged, but the middle-aged scribe opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was extremely pale.

Although the Jin Luo Umbrella was considered a peerless defensive holy relic among the monks of the foundation building period, after all, his cultivation was too far from Shi Feng, and he was already seriously injured with just this blow.

"Hmph, I'll see how long you can hold on!"

At this time, the lion's head light and shadow disappeared, and the purple rainbow thunder light sword was also reduced to the size of four or five zhang, and there was no longer a thunder light flashing on it, which obviously consumed a lot, but with one blow to break through the golden light of the Jin Luo umbrella's defense, Shi Feng was still extremely satisfied, snorted coldly, and said with a murderous expression.

"Shi Daoyou's subordinates are merciful, spare Tianpeng once, and the Liu family will apologize with heavy gifts!"

Feeling Shi Feng's substantial killing intent, the Tan family had not come forward at this time, and the middle-aged scribe's heart sank, knowing that his family must have been treated as an outcast, and it was useless to ask for help, and it was possible that he would continue to anger Shi Feng, so it was better to ask Shi Feng for mercy directly.

After all, even though the Tianluo umbrella was unharmed, he was already seriously injured, and under Shi Feng's full attack, he would definitely not last long, and the arrogance he had when he first came to Fang City was gone.

However, this middle-aged scribe is indeed a hero, although he begged for mercy, but his eyes were quite calm, if it was not for his mental toughness and abnormality, or if he still had a back hand that he had not used.

"Go!"

Shi Feng's eyes showed a hint of discoloration, I don't know what the middle-aged scribe else to rely on, but he was not moved at all, he inadvertently glanced into the distance, the law in his hand changed, and with a soft shout, the purple rainbow thunder light sword transformed into two or three feet in size, although the power was much smaller, it became more like an arm and a finger, and continued to attack and kill the middle-aged scribe.

Today's Fang market is turbulent, and he doesn't know what will happen for a while, and he is not willing to overconsume mana.

Anyway, the middle-aged scribe has been seriously injured, and it is difficult to let the Golden Luo Umbrella play the effect of golden light protection, just relying on the ontology defense, after a long time, it will inevitably reveal flaws, as long as you find the right opportunity, it is not difficult to kill it with one blow.

Moreover, Shi Feng was also a little curious, wanting to see what the middle-aged scribe still relied on.

Seeing the Zihong Thunder Light Sword turn into the main body and attack, the middle-aged scribe's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he couldn't help but want to throw out the hidden killer move.

But thinking of the cost and consequences of using this thing, even if he was quite heroic, he shuddered in his heart, and forcibly dispelled that thought, until the last moment, that kind of thing must not be used in the slightest.

Otherwise, even if he is lucky today, he will definitely not end well, and the Liu family will definitely be slaughtered.

"I can only use other life-saving means first to see if things can turn around. Although the consequences and costs are also huge, the trade-off between the two is the lesser of two!"

The middle-aged scribe thought helplessly, and while reluctantly commanding the Jin Luo umbrella to spin and fly, protect his whole body, and resist the attack of the purple and red streamer sword, he took out a few elixirs that healed and replenished mana.

Finally, after a little hesitation, another dragon's eye size appeared on his hand, which was as black as ink on the outside, but there was a red halo circulating in the center, looking very weird elixir.

Looking at this elixir, the middle-aged scribe showed a hint of hesitation and reluctance, but then his face turned grim, and he raised his neck and swallowed it.

"Blood Pill!"

Shi Feng was slightly surprised.

The Evil Blood Pill is a kind of elixir that is uniquely refined by the Demon Demon Sect of Fengdu County.

This elixir does not have the effect of healing and restoring mana, but after taking it, it can instantly stimulate the potential of the monk, and forcibly improve the monk's cultivation to two or three small levels within the same big realm.

Although once taken it is extremely harmful, it will cause serious damage to the vitality at the least, and the realm will fall at the worst! However, it is the best means to save life at a critical moment.

The Demon Demon Sect regarded it as the foundation of the establishment of the faction, except for the elite children in the sect, even if outsiders wanted to buy it, there were very few people who wished.

"Blood Pill, the old man wants to get one for emergencies, and the kid of the Liu family is really good at it!" said a fake Dan monk in the sect who was also a little surprised.

After taking the Blood Pill, in an instant, the middle-aged scribe exuded an invisible spiritual power fluctuation all over his body, and his cultivation rose steadily, and he entered the late stage of foundation building in an instant.