According to Han Feng's strategy, it is necessary to fight to support the war, otherwise they will not be able to support it.

The excited voices of the high-level also sounded in the black dragon, and hearing Han Feng's voice showed that Han Feng had survived, which made their spirits shake and their morale skyrocketed.

At this moment, the blue light flashed, and Han Feng's figure suddenly appeared beside Murong Xue, only a few feet away from each other, and her sword qi detoured on its own, without hurting Han Feng in the slightest.

"You're here. Murong Xue glanced at Han Feng and said lightly.

"So cold, your husband and I have come from a hundred thousand miles away, and you are like this?" Han Feng grinned.

"Busy, you don't have missing arms or legs, what's so enthusiastic!" Murong Xue rolled her eyes and didn't have a good breath.

At this time, Murong Xue sealed the radius of thousands of zhang, and no one could hear the two of them playing tricks, although it was a little different, but they were indeed talking about love.

Han Feng sighed, his face was triumphant, and he quickly said, "I killed two psychic venerables, this is not enough!"

"I think you are opportunistic and sneak attacked, there is nothing to be proud of, junior brother, you have to continue to work hard, otherwise you will be thrown away by me!" A smile appeared on the corner of Murong Xue's mouth, and she turned her head and glanced at him.

"Senior sister, it's amazing that you have become so humorous after not seeing you for a day!" Han Feng said with a smile.

In fact, he knew in his heart that Murong Xue could argue and tease him, which showed that she was very happy in her heart, after all, it was already commendable to have such a change in her character.

Murong Xue didn't pay any attention to Han Feng anymore, and concentrated on urging the sword path method, condensing tens of thousands of lightsabers, roaring back and forth, and beating those bloody blades one after another, all of them collapsed.

But the group of people on the Hanging Heaven Mountain persevered, and there was no sign of stopping, and the Ten Thousand Blood Dafa was continued to be urged by them, and with the help of the origin power of the Hanging Heaven Mountain, they forcibly blocked Murong Xue's attack and did not break it.

"This group of grandsons still hasn't surrendered, it seems that if they don't give them a little truth, they won't give up!" Han Feng thought secretly in his heart, and immediately took out two sharp knives, which were extremely dazzling.

This is the natal psychic treasure of the ancestor of the Mutian Sect, Tie Xiao, on the way here, these two sharp knives were refined by him, and they completely became his exclusive things.

At first, these two sharp knives resisted violently, and even took the initiative to conjure up two giant pythons that wanted to attack Han Feng, but under the pressure of the broken sword, they finally had to obediently obey and successfully became a sharp weapon in Han Feng's hands.

At this time, as soon as his mind moved, the two sharp knives flew out, and the crystals were like electricity, shooting out, pulling the void out of long ravines, black as ink, sweeping in all directions, and crushing all kinds of blood qi weapons condensed by the Hanging Heaven Mountain.

"Bang ......"

The two sharp knives slammed into the Hanging Sky Mountain almost at the same time, causing it to shake continuously, screaming inside and again, and it was obvious that the monks who maintained the formation of this mountain were shocked and killed a large number of them.

"You, how are you, how can you have the Natal Psychic Treasure of the Iron Xiao Ancestor?!" The man who had been presiding over the Hanging Heaven Mountain Formation was shocked.

"Hmph, you don't believe it, your ancestor has been killed by me, you better surrender quickly, otherwise you will have to be buried with him!" Han Feng snorted.

"Impossible, as far as I know, you are only at the same level as me, just a half-step psychic character, how can you kill my ancestor, you are deliberately disturbing the hearts of our army, you are really vicious, you should be punished!" The person who presided over the formation of the Hanging Heaven Mountain immediately retorted eloquently.

At the same time, he also used a secret method to isolate Han Feng's voice from being heard by the people on the mountain.

The reason is very simple, that is, he doesn't want everyone to know the true situation of his ancestor, although he doesn't know whether what Han Feng said is true or false, but judging from the two natal psychic treasures, most of them are true.

At this time, he can only insist, otherwise Mu Tianzong will really be destroyed, even if their group of people will not die, but the sect is damaged, what is the difference between living and dying, instead of surviving like a walking corpse, it is better to fight the last bit of strength and fight with Tianlongmen to the end.

Han Feng didn't know what he was thinking, and when he saw that he cast a spell to block his voice, he immediately stopped saying more, and while controlling the two sharp knives to attack the Hanging Heaven Mountain, he took out the broken sword and injected three kinds of power, immediately bursting out with a hundred zhang of white light, and a sword slashed out, instantly causing a huge crack to appear in the void, rushing towards the Hanging Heaven Mountain like a prehistoric giant beast.

"Bang ......"

All kinds of strange noises spread, shaking the four fields, and the Hanging Heaven Mountain shook non-stop under the joint efforts of Han Feng and Murong Xue, all kinds of strange lights flickered, colorful, and colorful.

The Ten Thousand Blood Dafa cast by the people on the Hanging Heaven Mountain finally couldn't resist the onslaught of the two of them, and they collapsed one after another, and a large group of monks died one after another, which could be described as an endless stream, screaming again and again.

"Half Ancestor, let's surrender, if we continue to consume like this, our sect will really be wiped out!" someone in the Hanging Sky Mountain shouted, obviously not wanting to die.

"Shut up, our elite people are still in that spiritual land, as long as they are still there, my Mutian Sect will not die!" The person in charge of the formation roared angrily, and as he spoke, he suddenly turned around and pointed and shot out a bright red beam of light, spanning thousands of zhang distance, directly killing this shouting False Dan man, shocking everyone.

At this time, there were still more than 100 Jiedan monks left on the mountain, and some of them frowned involuntarily when they saw this situation, but they also dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and no one spoke out to stop them.

"Hmph, let me continue to cast spells to stabilize this formation, I tell you, as long as we hold on for a while, we can win!" The man in charge of the formation had red eyes, snorted heavily, and looked around at them.

But at this moment, another False Dan man shouted: "Half Ancestor, haven't you seen or heard? Our Ancestor can't come back! Without the Psychic Venerable, how long can we resist!"

"What are you talking about, it seems that you are getting impatient, give me death!" the man was furious, and pointed out again, shooting out a beam of light, blasting the fake pill man into powder.

"Half Ancestor, you ......" Several Fake Dan people stood up in unison and glared at this person.

"If you want to rebel and fail, give me all death!" The person in charge of the formation sneered, and struck again, killing all four fake pill warriors.

"Half Ancestor, he's crazy, he's crazy, let's escape!" I don't know who shouted, withdrew from the position of the formation, and fled in a panic.

It is like a pebble thrown into a lake with an undercurrent surging, and it immediately sets off layers of waves and ripples. ()

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