At the same time, there were the other four monks, all of whom were cultivating qi at the seventh or eighth level, each holding a magic weapon, and they were about to attack Guo Feng.

Guo Feng saw this posture, no longer hesitated, and with a stroke of spiritual power, he threw out the Thunder Explosion Pill in his hand.

As soon as the Thunder Explosion Pill came out, the thunder snakes shot out in all directions. The whitefriar reacted the fastest, offering a navy blue bead to form a protective shield to cover himself. The rest of the people also sacrificed shields, talismans and other magic weapons to bless their bodies.

The sound of "snort" was endless, and Guo Feng couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the prospect. This power was really powerful, and after a while, the dust fell, and three figures appeared in the field, and the bones of two of his subordinates were gone.

"Ahem!" The white-clothed monk coughed twice, he was the least injured, although he was blown up by the thunderstorm pill, and the high-grade defensive magic weapon Aoki Zhu was also destroyed, but he was not injured much, but the charming female cultivator on the side was the most seriously injured, and most of the clothes on his chest were also blown up, revealing a large piece of spring light.

"Your Excellency is really a good skill! There are such treasures, I really underestimate you!" said the white-clothed monk coldly. Immediately, he urged the best flying sword again and slashed towards Guo Feng.

"Hmph!" Guo Feng was not afraid, and raised the Ice Spirit Sword to meet him.

"Sonorous!" the two swords intersected, and each flew back upside down, regardless of victory or defeat.

"You also have the best magic weapon!" This time, the white-clothed monk was very surprised, and then relieved, "No wonder the two of them can kill you." The white-clothed monk snorted coldly and controlled the flying sword again.

Guo Feng's cultivation is a little lower after all, and he is already powerless after controlling the top-grade flying sword after hitting it once, how can he still have the strength to fight again at this moment. After sacrificing the two giant wooden talismans, his figure flashed, and he raised his head and drank a sip of the Centennial Spirit Milk.

"Hmph, I'll see what you can do to block it this time!" the white-clothed monk snorted, his face fiercely controlling the best flying sword towards Guo Feng's neck.

As soon as the hundred-year-old spirit milk entered Zhongchao, it turned into a stream of pure spiritual power, which instantly filled Guo Feng's dantian and limbs, Guo Feng only felt that his whole body was full of spiritual power, and he was afraid of him, and he also sacrificed the Ice Spirit Sword to collide with him.

At this moment, Guo Feng only felt a cold neck, and almost without thinking about it, Guo Feng used the blood pill to teleport to the white-clothed monk's side, and the original position where Guo Feng was standing did not know when there was a narrow and slender silver needle there, the silver needle pierced the stone, and the stone was corrupted in an instant.

Guo Feng raised his right fist and hit the white-clothed monk's head, the white-clothed monk was shocked, but at such a close distance, the white-clothed monk couldn't hide if he wanted to.

With a "bang", a thin layer of defensive shield on the surface of the white-clothed monk's body shattered in response, which was the automatic protector function issued by the jade pendant he carried, and it was also a high-grade defensive magic weapon, which was used to defend against divine consciousness attacks, and the fist used to defend against barbarism was obviously insufficient.

The whitefriars were directly knocked aside by the group, and a few teeth were bounced off.

"Don't hurt my young master!" The one who attacked Guo Feng was the old man who left early before, although I don't know how Guo Feng suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared to the young master's side, but if the young master died, I was afraid that Luo Yuzong would be the first to spare himself. Immediately controlled the flying needle to stab towards Guo Feng.

The old man is the peak cultivation of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation, he has been in this realm for a long time, and his strength is very strong, putting a lot of pressure on Guo Feng, once they join forces, Guo Feng will be in danger. Immediately, with a wave of his right hand, a huge iron-backed orangutan appeared in front of everyone.

"Roar!" As soon as the little monkey appeared, an iron rod of "Huh" knocked the old man's silver needle out of the air, and he didn't know where it fell.

"Death!" Guo Feng didn't care about the old man, he didn't give up, and still attacked the white-clothed monk at close range.

"Poof!" this time the whitefriar was more seriously injured, and several ribs were broken.

At this time, the white-clothed monk's superb flying sword was finally belated, and it was lying on the white-clothed monk's chest, Guo Feng had to take a few steps back and drink a sip of the hundred-year-old spirit milk again!

"Dare to provoke me! I tell you to live rather than die!" The white-clothed monk drank all his life, and took out a pill-shaped magic weapon from his bosom, which was very similar to Guo Feng's thunderstorm pill.

Suddenly, the white-clothed monk who was just about to sacrifice the magic weapon felt that his mind was blank, and the entire sea of consciousness was in sharp pain! When he woke up again, he saw an extremely fast white light coming towards his neck. Then the world swirled, and the whitefriar saw a headless corpse standing in front of him. Before he died, the white-clothed monk was still terrified, and his mouth was full of "No!"

"Ahh

It's okay that she doesn't call it, but when she called Guo Feng, she remembered the two of them, only to see that another subordinate of the eighth layer of Qi cultivation in the field had already run away by means of the method of retreating, leaving only a seriously injured female cultivator who retreated in horror.

Guo Feng is not a person who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, the flying sword flashed, and the charming woman also took out a medium-grade shield and wanted to resist, but unfortunately the injury was too serious, and the spiritual power was not enough, and after struggling for a while, the head was cut off by the Ice Spirit Sword.

After Guo Feng put away the woman's storage bag and the superb flying sword and storage bag that the white-clothed monk had landed on the ground, he turned his head to look at the little monkey.

At this time, the little monkey's battle situation is not optimistic, after all, he has suffered a loss of insufficient cultivation, at this moment the little monkey is covered with frost, and his mobility is inconvenient, and the silver needle magic weapon in the old man's hand has also been replaced by a battlefield sledgehammer, which is also a high-grade magic weapon, but it is much better than Optimus Prime in the hands of the little monkey.

Guo Feng's situation is not much better at the moment, he continuously forcibly manipulates the best flying sword, takes the Centennial Spirit Milk, the spiritual power swells and contracts in the body, and the meridians are already in unbearable pain, so he directly recalls the little monkey, turns around and flees.

The old man saw that Guo Feng had run away with the man and the beast, and he didn't chase it, he glanced at the headless corpse of the white-clothed monk with complicated eyes, sighed, put away the corpse, and turned to leave.

I knew that there would be such a thing, and he wouldn't have come to kill him. Originally, he was just a small refiner of the Luoyu Sect, but because he had created a superb magic weapon, he was pulled by the white-clothed monk to grind and harden it, promising to ask for a Zhuji Dan for him after the matter was completed.

In order to build the foundation of the Dan, the old man had to go up to this snowy mountain and refine the binding Xianling, but he didn't expect to kill this white-robed young man in the end.

Although this white-clothed monk is only one of the many disciples of the master, with the degree of favor that the head of the sect has for him, he is afraid that it is not an ordinary master-apprentice relationship, but it is a bit like a grandson. The old man figured out these things very clearly, and he was afraid that this Luoyu Sect would not be able to go back in the future.

After Guo Feng fled, he didn't dare to go down the mountain immediately, and the red pill fruit was not found, so Guo Feng had to continue to search for it with the spirit mouse, and two days later, Guo Feng finally found a red pill fruit about twenty years old next to a dead wood, and transplanted it to the Zifu space, Guo Feng went down the mountain.