Their group of high-level officials secretly talked about it, some wanted to surrender, some wanted to fight, and some people were worried that this was the other party's fraudulent method, trying to surrender the troops without a fight, and completely disintegrate the fighting morale of the Eastern Seven Branches.

After arguing for a while, the group of high-level leaders of their eastern seven branches couldn't come to a conclusion, until Mu Xia Gong and Mu Tianzong lost their patience and directly issued an ultimatum, stating that they would only give a stick of incense, and they would not wait for it to become outdated, and immediately launch a general attack and step on the three-leaf gate.

The many monks of the Eastern Seven Branches were helpless, and in the end, they could only vote on whether to fight or surrender by the nine Great Monks who had attained the perfection of the Dan!

Soon, the results came in.

War!

And it was agreed by the seven great cultivators, the reason is very simple, they had killed too many disciples of these two middle sects before the Eastern Seven Branches, and their grudges were already deep, if they became prisoners of Muxia Palace and Mutian Sect, they would inevitably end up very miserable, even worse than death, in war, the enemy's words were not worth believing at all!

"Since you don't know what to do, you don't eat and drink, then don't blame us for being polite, everyone in Muxia Palace listened to the order, attacked with all their might, broke this Laoshizi defense array for me, stepped on the three-leaf gate, and wiped out all the seven branches of the east!" The crane-haired and childish monk in Muxia Palace had a face like three cold days, and made a cold voice, and suddenly issued such an order.

The great monk wearing a gorgeous crown from the Mutian Sect also gritted his teeth and said: "All the disciples of the Mutian Sect listen to the order, don't hide it, use all the means for me, and after the success, I will give you many times the compensation, kill!"

After receiving the order, the thousands of monks of these two medium-sized sects immediately took action, all kinds of talismans, secret treasures, and even condensed into a formation, playing all kinds of extremely powerful tricks, and the three-color light curtain of the three-leaf gate slammed loudly, endlessly, and there were all kinds of ripples, as if they were about to crack completely at any time.

"What a big breath, just because you three or two cats and dogs want to step on the three-leaf door, it's really wishful thinking!" At this moment of crisis, two lights and shadows suddenly appeared in the distance, and a huge voice rumbled, resounding throughout the world.

It was Han Feng's voice!

He and Murong Xue were like two sharp knives, cutting in, extremely fast, rolling up the sky and clouds, countless spatial cracks, spreading in the violent sound, easily killing a large number of monks, so that the disciples of Mu Xia Palace and Mu Tianzong had to retreat.

Han Feng and Murong Xue's purpose was not to eliminate these low-level Guiyuan monks, but after directly rushing into the enemy formation, they immediately dispersed, picking and killing characters above the fake pill.

For the two of them, not to mention the fake Dan people, even the characters of the Yu Dan Realm couldn't block any of their blows, and they fell one after another, exploding into a cloud of blood mist, with a violent sound that shook the sky and shook all directions.

The Great Cultivators of Mu Xia Palace and Mu Tianzong were extremely shocked, and they all spread their soul power to explore backwards, and when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but be shocked.

"Damn, where did the Psychic Venerable come from!" The old man in Muxia Palace was terrified, shook his sleeves, scolded secretly, and immediately ordered all the monks to stop attacking the Trimrock Gate, all gathered together, and continuously launched onslaught attacks on Han Feng and Murong Xue one after another, and the violent energy rushed towards the two of them like a tide.

Without waiting for Han Feng to make a move, Murong Xue's eyes were like lightning, and with a handful of his hand, a huge lightsaber condensed out, three thousand zhang in size, like a mountain range, sweeping in all directions, easily smoothing out the opponent's large area of attacks, and defeating a large number of enemy monks in a row.

The old man in Muxia Palace and the man wearing a gorgeous crown from Mu Tianzong hurriedly resisted, each took out a half-step spirit treasure, and also shot out two three-thousand-zhang long weapon phantoms, one for a halberd and the other for a gun, and struck Murong Xue left and right.

With a flick of Murong Xue's wrist, the sword light became more vigorous, easily blocking the opponent's two attacks, and shattering the weapon phantom they condensed in an instant.

Moreover, the sword light expanded, slamming into their bodies like a prehistoric giant beast, even if they had the protection of a half-step spirit treasure, they had no power to resist, and they were immediately shocked and flew out.

The two of them were like being struck by lightning, spurting a mouthful of blood, their faces were pale, and they were so angry that they couldn't even resist Murong Xue's blow.

"Elder Luo!" Several people from the Muxia Palace flew over, picked up the old man, and took him out of the battlefield as soon as possible.

"Great Elder Du!" several of the Mu Tian Sect's Consummation Figures did the same, protecting the man with the crown on his head and quickly leaving.

Murong Xue ignored the fate of the two of them, with the big sword in hand, he struck at the enemies in all directions, and no one could resist them.

Han Feng also made a move, and he didn't take out the broken sword, raised his hand and clenched his fist, and bombarded repeatedly, and after a few punches, he killed seven or eight of the Jiedan monks who were besieged by the enemy, and countless were seriously injured.

"Bang ......"

The rest of the Guiyuan-level monks were also killed by the aftermath of his fist, and one by one they fell to the ground below like dumplings, bleeding like a river, and their anger soared to the sky.

"Run...... Mu Xia Gong shouted and evacuated one step in advance.

In an instant, the monks around this person scattered one after another, and there was no longer any desire to fight.

Han Feng's face was expressionless, he stepped out, and in an instant, he caught up with these monks, three in and three out, as if entering a no-man's land, in less than ten breaths, he killed more than two hundred monks, including three people at the level of Jiedan.

"Brothers, we are all dead anyway, we can't run anymore, otherwise we will be wiped out!" a Jiedan monk shouted loudly, immediately stopping the collapse of their team, and reorganizing a group of hundreds of monks, facing Han Feng is a crackling onslaught.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute power, their union didn't work at all, Han Feng blocked their attack with a single punch, and then entered the flock like a tiger, but they were scattered, and it was difficult to destroy them with one blow.

Therefore, he took out a large stack of ninth-grade talismans, urged them like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, and beat those Guiyuan monks to the point of holding their heads and screaming.

The power of the Nine-Rank Talisman is very strong, even if the Fake Dan is right, they will feel a lot of pressure, and in just a few breaths, those Guiyuan monks will suffer heavy casualties.

As for the leading monks, they were taken care of by Han Feng, chased after them one by one, and slapped their hands and killed them.

"Runaway......"

Among the monks who had not yet been reached, there was a loud shout, which once again broke their morale, and a large number of monks began to flee.

Han Feng knew that he couldn't kill them all, and in fact, he didn't think about it that way, as long as he defeated them.

He wandered around the battlefield, selected those monks to kill, slapped one to death, and in less than a quarter of an hour, he killed thirty-one monks one after another, including a great monk who had completed the festival.