The speed of the long snake-shaped flying sword is extremely fast, and the power is even more terrifying, the spiritual pressure brought up by its wind-breaking momentum is enough to penetrate the defensive shield of ordinary monks, seeing that the flying sword is about to slash at the head of the Yan Ancestor, and the spiritual power in the body of the Yan Ancestor has just been shattered by the one-sided golden gong, and it is difficult to condense and form in an instant, facing Wei Zhao's flying sword, it seems that he can only sit and wait to die.

At the critical moment, the Yan Ancestor bit the tip of his tongue, and a scorching stinging pain surged instantly, he suddenly lifted a trace of his only spiritual power, and then silently recited a magic trick, his body slammed in an instant, and a bright white strange light enveloped him, and his body actually shrank sharply at that moment, turning into a child's body of less than three feet, and his body was only thirty percent the size of the original!

Wei Zhao's long snake-shaped flying sword swooped through, but its original goal was to slash at the head of the Yan Ancestor, and now the Yan Ancestor's body suddenly shrank, and the flying sword naturally lost its accuracy, and flew over the head of the Yan Ancestor after shrinking, without causing him the slightest damage.

Wei Zhao's blow missed, and after retracting the flying sword, his eyes suddenly sank, and then he shouted in a low voice: "Is it a miniature technique?

The ancestor of the Yan clan had also recovered from the shrinkage, but his face was a little pale, and his whole body was bloated, a large number of folds appeared on his hands and face, as if he had aged for hundreds of years in an instant, he coughed and said:

"You can recognize this kind of left-hand trickery, and you really deserve to be the deacon elder of the Demon Suppression Sect!, but it's a pity that the mana in my whole body has been restored, and with these two superb magic weapons, you can't compete with the five of us at all!"

Wei Zhao smiled: "Hehe, the sound of the gong just now, I think it has spread hundreds of miles away, the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect are all familiar with my one-sided golden gong, I think it will not take a moment, a large number of disciples will come here, you can't escape today!"

The Yan Clan's Ancestor's face sank, and he said to the other four elders: "Fight quickly, otherwise it will really be ruined here!"

The five of them then shot again, this time they did not attack at the same time, but staggered different times, flanking Wei Zhao from different directions, Wei Zhao's one-sided golden gong was difficult to resist five magic weapons at the same time, and even if he was in the realm of the late stage of the Jiedan, he could not urge the two best magic weapons at the same time, so under the joint attack of the five ancestors of the Yan family, there was a decline soon.

"Kill all those remnants for me!" Wei Zhao shouted to the sixteen foundation building stage disciples behind him as he fought back.

Those sixteen people are Wei Zhao's carefully selected elites of the Demon Suppression Gate, and their cultivation is naturally in the late stage of foundation building, they are full of mana, and their combat power is at their peak, and they have long been eyeing the Thirteen Alliances, and now they have received Wei Zhao's orders, so they are desperate to kill them.

The disciples of the foundation building period of the Thirteen Alliances rose up to resist, and those disciples of the Qi cultivation period who had just meditated for a short time also surrounded them, and pressed on the army with the advantage of numbers, and countless magic weapons roared past, beating the sixteen disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect into a hurry.

The disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect relied on their powerful mana to form a defensive shield, and even though thousands of disciples of the Thirteen Alliance's Qi cultivation period bombarded indiscriminately, they were never able to break through the shield, which was the weakness of the low-level monks, their mana strength was far from enough, and even if there were more people, they could not compete with the high-level monks at all.

The Thirteen Alliances relied on dozens of disciples in the foundation building period, but it is a pity that these people are uneven, more than ninety percent of them are early stage foundation building monks, and all of them are seriously injured, their mana has been excessively consumed, and their combat strength is extremely low, so although they occupy an absolute advantage in numbers, they are still defeated in front of the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect in the peak state.

The most advantageous side is still on the side of the elders of the Yu Dan period, Wei Zhao is difficult to defeat with four hands, frequently alternately using one-sided golden gongs and long snake-shaped flying swords, constantly changing offensive and defensive strategies, after a short time, he was actually beaten all over by the five ancestors of the Yan family.

Wei Zhao gritted his teeth, his current injuries were not enough to pose a threat to him, he believed that the longer the time dragged on, the more useless these five people of the Thirteen Alliances would be, as long as he prevented their attacks, he would use his profound mana to consume them.

The ancestor of the Yan clan knew that time was pressing, so he spared no effort, and the fierce offensive made Wei Zhao more and more difficult to support, just when he secretly had the intention of retreating, a light finally appeared in the sky from afar, and the fight here caused strong spiritual power fluctuations, and a group of monks were flying towards this side, and their number was nearly a thousand!

Wei Zhao's face was happy at first, but he was instantly shocked, because the direction where the light flew from was not the range where the Demon Suppression Gate monks were stationed, on the contrary, there was a Demon Sect Shili that the Demon Suppression Gate had always wanted to attack, but had not made progress!

Wei Zhao's face sank, and he used his one-sided golden gong to block the attack of the Yan Clan Ancestor and others, and then after retreating dozens of zhang, he shouted to the sixteen disciples while putting away the magic weapon: "Withdraw!"

Sixteen people are rising, although the monks of the Thirteen Alliances are numerous, but in front of these sixteen elite disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect, they are like a pack of sheep and wolves, and they have already suffered a large number of casualties at this time, and Wei Zhao's voice made them puzzled, but the order must be obeyed, so they all fought and retreated, wanting to rush out of the dense crowd.

It's a pity that the disciples of the Thirteen Alliances don't think so, they don't know what to do, thinking that this is the disciple of the Demon Suppression Sect who has been defeated, and is about to withdraw with Wei Zhao, so they fight even more fiercely, and they actually trapped them for a while!

Wei Zhao was in a hurry, so he had to rush over to help them break the siege, Yan Clan Ancestor and the other five elders of the Yudan period were also puzzled at first, but they didn't know Wei Zhao's true intentions, they only thought that he had seen the reinforcements of the Demon Suppression Gate, so he wanted to drag the Thirteen Alliances, and now that the other party's army was pressing, the Thirteen Alliances must eradicate Wei Zhao's tail as soon as possible, and then escape from the other party's pursuit.

In this way, the two sides had to continue to fight fiercely, and it was even more fierce than before, zuihou actually evolved into a life-and-death fight, Lin Feng was originally indifferent in the crowd, and the attack method was tepid, but when he heard the "withdraw" that Wei Zhao shouted just now, he saw a hint from the other party's expression, and he had already guessed that the piece of light in the distance was nine times out of ten the Demon Sect Shili.

At this moment, the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect and the Thirteen Alliances must quickly withdraw, otherwise, the upcoming group of nearly a thousand people will wipe out all the monks on both sides on the spot.

However, the Demon Suppression Gate and the Thirteen Alliances had been completely mixed up, it was impossible to get them to stop, Lin Feng was about to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but there was a divine sense on him all the time, the ancestor of the Yan family seemed to be quite attentive to Lin Feng, and his every move was under the surveillance of the other party.

Lin Feng had no intention of fighting, and he couldn't blatantly escape, when he was in a dilemma, a ghostly ice attribute attack weapon suddenly shot at him, it turned out to be a disciple of the Demon Suppression Sect who killed a group of Qi cultivation period cultivators nearby, and at this time began to attack him, Lin Feng's eyes flashed, his fingers waved, and the first flying sword hidden in his hand shot out with a whoosh.

The cold attribute attack magic weapon was hit by Lin Feng's flying sword volley, and the powerful impact made its power plummet, but Lin Feng's flying sword could not withstand its forward trend, and was quickly knocked back by it.

This Demon Suppression Sect disciple intended to exterminate Lin Feng, but Lin Feng saw his flying sword retreating, but he didn't increase his mana into it, but took advantage of the fact that it was still three feet away from him, and quickly sacrificed the other two top-grade flying swords hidden in his sleeve!

The power of the flying sword was terrifying, and the speed was as fast as a streamer across the night sky, and the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect were shocked, and hurriedly pulled out the defensive shield, and the ice attribute attack magic weapon was also abandoned, and instead quickly pulled out another defensive magic weapon from the storage bag, and hurriedly blocked in front of him.

"Puff" two soft sounds, the first flying sword sent by Lin Feng first shattered his defensive shield, but it was also shocked back by the defensive shield, and the second flying sword collided with the opponent's defensive magic weapon, and a stalemate was formed after an instant,

However, before the other party could withdraw or adopt further defensive means, the flying sword that Lin Feng had sent out before, after getting rid of the opponent's ice attribute attack magic weapon, pierced through the chest of this Demon Suppression Sect disciple with a whoosh, causing him to fall in an instant in terror!

Controlling three top-grade magic weapons at the same time, except for the cultivation above the Dan stage, it is extremely difficult for ordinary disciples in the foundation building stage to do it! It not only requires the monk's primordial spirit to have a huge mana storage, but also requires incredible divine consciousness strength, both of which are indispensable, otherwise it is impossible to sacrifice the ultimate magic weapon that consumes extremely mana and divine sense!

Lin Feng's strength at this level had to be displayed in desperation, this was the best way for him to kill the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect, other methods would be more effective, but they were easier to be remembered.

When he met Yan Kun and the three of them before, when he killed the Flamingus, he only controlled two flying swords at the same time, but now he controlled three at the same time, and let them all reach such momentum, this skill is indeed terrifying.

The three flying swords are a killing move that is absolutely difficult to resist for any monk, if there is no extremely special magic weapon or spell, most of the disciples in the foundation building period will die under the sword, and Lin Feng's mana in his body at this time has also instantly dropped to less than thirty percent of the original, so he will accept it when he sees it, and he will no longer dare to repeat the old trick, but quickly withdraw the three flying swords, and then quickly flee into the distance without hesitation, not even picking up the storage bag of the fallen demon suppression sect disciple.

As soon as Lin Feng fled, the other foundation building stage disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect had already surrounded him, and more than a dozen magic weapons attacked his back at the same time, if he hadn't escaped in time, he would have already become the target of the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect at this time, and those magic weapons were enough to make him disappear!