Zhang Feng's face was pale and terrifying, his body was covered with dense scars, and his body was stained red with blood.

Zhang Feng stood up tremblingly, and saw that the old monk's golden body was finally broken, even if his injuries were lighter than his own, Zhang Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then it was time for his "Immortal Divine Skill" to exert his might.

"Give me death!" Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and slashed forward with a sharp swing.

Rumble!

Poof!

The two of them flew high and were beaten seven or eight feet away. A large amount of blood sprayed in the air, and the battle was very fierce.

After many fights, Zhang Feng's body suffered the most serious injury in history. Most of the meridians in his body were broken, and even if he raised the weapon in his hand, it could make him feel painful.

Bean-sized sweat slid down his cheeks and down his neck into the wounds on his body, sending a hot stinging pain. Although the fight was short, both of them felt extremely tired, not only physically, but also mentally, and the divine soldiers were not so easy to control.

But at this time, neither of them flinched, and they both held the belief that the other party fell before me, and supported them to stand up again and again.

The old monk on the opposite side was forced because of the golden body, and under the outbreak of this force, the old monk's chest was sunk in a large piece, and the internal suit was hit hard, and blood spurted out continuously.

Zhang Feng stood up with difficulty, and under the operation of his true qi, his injury improved silently. Looking at the appearance of the old monk, he knew that he was also the end of the crossbow, so Zhang Feng stood in place, wanting to delay time. As long as the time drags on, the lighter his injuries will be, and the old monk will definitely be consumed by him if the competition continues.

When the old monk saw that Zhang Feng's injuries were improving, his face became extremely ugly. He also knew the seriousness of the matter, since the demon lord on the other side did not come forward, he had to go by himself.

The old monk dragged his heavy steps and approached Zhang Feng step by step.

"Hey, hey!"

The old monk thought, Zhang Feng immediately knew that he was not a reckless man with a tendon, hehe sneered and gritted his teeth and moved his steps. Zhang Feng didn't walk towards the old monk. Rather, it went in the opposite direction to him. Fighting is not a blind fight, wandering and harassing is also a strategy, and if the old monk can be consumed to death, how could Zhang Feng not do it? After all, his "Immortal Divine Skill" is suitable for a war of attrition.

The Demon Lord wants to blindly dodge, how can the old monk catch up? The final result is that he recovers most of his injuries, and then reflexively comes back to destroy himself.

The anxious old monk thought that the fate of the entire martial arts was pressed on his body, and he could no longer maintain a superior posture, and raised his voice to call out to his colleagues in the distance.

"Fellow martial artists, the old monk is powerless to approach the Demon Lord. I also hope to stop him. At this time, the old monk didn't care about his face at all, and immediately beckoned everyone to bully more and less.

can make the old monk have to ask for help, which shows how unfavorable this battle is. Of course, there are people who are afraid of the Demon King, but there are not a few people who are not afraid of death.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!" Xuan bitterly recited the Buddha's horn and rushed forward first. Shaolin seniors all spoke, how could he, the new Shaolin abbot, retreat. Moreover, the Demon Lord not only endangers the martial arts, but also has a grudge against Shaolin for destroying the temple. Xuan Ku is also a great wisdom, a fearless monk, how can he care about the stinky skin. He was the first to rush forward, how could those Shaolin disciples hesitate. They followed.

The master didn't want to die, and Xiao Feng, who was an apprentice, naturally couldn't back down. Xiao Feng rushed over, Duan Yu Xiao Yuanshan also followed, and the other martial arts people rushed over one by one when they saw them. Even if it's someone who is afraid of death. was also aroused by their indomitable momentum and regarded death as home, and immediately threw his head and spilled blood to kill the demon lord.

The selfish and hypocritical Kumachi. At this moment, he felt the righteousness of martial arts, his heart was baptized, and with a smile on his face, he rushed towards Zhang Feng.

With it intact, Zhang Feng's speed was very fast, so fast that even a top master like Xiao Feng was far inferior. But now his meridians are seriously damaged, and his speed has decreased sharply, even a first-class martial artist can compare with him at this time.

Xuan Ku, Xiao Feng, Duan Yu, Xiao Yuanshan, which of these people is easy to provoke, and soon caught up with Zhang Feng. Knowing that the knife in his hand was indestructible and infinitely powerful, everyone separated themselves from Zhang Feng, and the wood-burning knife technique, the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, the six-vein divine sword, the flame knife and other long-range attacks continued to harass Zhang Feng.

Although Zhang Feng's meridians are seriously damaged, he can't exert one or two skills, but with the magic knife in his hand, he still has terrifying power. The magic knife is sealed horizontally and vertically, and those stunts that are extremely terrifying in the eyes of others, when they touch the magic knife, the knife is broken, the dragon is scattered, and the sword is broken.

Zhang Feng despised the other party's attack, but he had to wait for it. With the magic knife in hand, these attacks can't hurt him, but if you accidentally hit yourself through the defense of the magic knife, it will be a big problem.

With the people behind him joining, the people whose blood is boiling still have any scruples, don't want to fight Zhang Feng in close quarters.

Zhang Feng's hand rises and falls, and the knife does not fail. Under the edge of the magic knife, his surroundings were like a terrifying meat grinder, countless severed limbs and amputations were thrown, and endless blood sprayed. As Zhang Feng's footsteps advanced, a large amount of remnants and blood were left on the ground, and his whole person was almost infected with endless blood, looking very terrifying, like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood.

Kill, kill, kill!

The bloody killing made Zhang Feng's eyes red, and his luck knife fell, and every move and style had great power. Even if it was his once loyal subordinates, he was ruthless in killing at this moment.

Howling, shouting, and incomparably tragic sounds are mixed together, making people's blood boil, and reason or something is thrown out of the clouds.

Feeling the old monk getting closer and closer, Zhang Feng was entangled and distraught, and at this moment he had a feeling that there were many ants biting the elephant.

"I've thought about not killing you, you forced me...... Force me!" Zhang Feng's face showed a hideous look, and under the erosion of the blood of the crazy killing, the destruction that was about to disappear was like a fire, and it burned fiercely, almost drowning his reason.

Zhang Feng's right arm was raised high, and the magic knife in his hand erupted with a strong black light, and the movements of the martial arts people who were frantically attacking Zhang Feng suddenly froze, waiting for Zhang Feng's butcher knife like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Give me death!" Zhang Feng's eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, and despite the large amount of blood spurting out from his right arm, the six-zhang-long giant sword circled around.

"Not good!" The old monk's face in the back changed greatly, he no longer suppressed the injuries in his body, his strong body jumped high, and the divine sword was shining, enveloping him and crashing into Zhang Feng, like a flying immortal out of the sky.

The light of the Excalibur fell, and the person who was captured by the Demon Sword immediately woke up.

"Retreat!"

"Ahh

"Don't ......"

It's a pity that only a few people are far away, and they can escape quickly, as for the others. The giant knife was in the air, Zhang Feng's body was within a radius of six zhang, and under the ruthless slaughter of the magic knife, the surrounding space suddenly emptied. The limbs flew into the air, and the blood stained the air red. (To be continued......)