"You wicked, dare to offend my Immortal Pavilion Residence, are you going to die?!"

In front of the Sifang Palace, Yan Qiu shouted at the approaching black mist.

Now we can only continue to drag it out until we can see the dawn of hope.

Yan Qiu's voice poured into the cultivation and entered the black mist.

I thought that this sentence could have a deterrent effect, after all, the name of the Immortal Pavilion, but the result was... The black fog, which was not so turbulent, suddenly increased with the appearance of this sound, instantly enveloping most of the courtyard.

Suddenly, more than a dozen disciples were shrouded in black fog and fell into a miserable scream.

The rest of the people also retreated one after another, and the more than 200 disciples who originally stayed in the land were now only a little over a hundred left, almost half of them.

From the black mist, there was a cacophony of disdainful laughter.

"Brothers, take the souls of these Immortal Pavilion disciples and take them back to refine them, but I want to see what special the souls of these guys are compared to those scattered cultivators!"

A haughty and shrill voice came from the black mist.

"You have to understand what you're doing!"

At this time, Lei Qiong also walked out of the square hall with his chest covered, with a look of anger on his face, and scolded sharply.

"Once this matter is known to the upper echelons of my Immortal Pavilion, your Ghost Banner Gate will definitely be completely destroyed! Is this something that you can afford as a small helmsman?!"

"Do you think that the upper echelons of your current Immortal Pavilion will take care of your little accommodation? It's ridiculous, even if I believe it, I'm afraid you won't believe it yourself. ”

In the black mist, Ge Tong's laughing voice came out.

"Without further ado, you guys have a good journey. ”

"Kill!"

As soon as the voice came out, the black mist suddenly surged!

Everyone's faces changed, even the big black dog in the Sifang Hall looked at the fierce appearance outside the hall, ready to transform!

But at this time!

Suddenly...

Behind the originally calm black fog, there was chaos!

There was a scream, but the sound... It's not the disciples of the land, but the disciples of this ghost flag!

Behind the black fog.

Qin Feng rushed to the Sifang Palace, and when he saw the black fog that shrouded the Sifang Hall for thousands of kilometers, he rushed in without saying a word.

These disciples of the Ghost Banner Sect were all a little stunned at first when they saw Qin Feng rushing in.

I thought that others couldn't run and win, and this thing even took the initiative to run in and send it to death, could it be that the brain showed off?! But since you came to send it to death, you're welcome!

They all rushed forward, after all, it was said in advance before leaving, the more you kill, the richer the reward you will get afterwards!

What's more, it's just a mid-level qi cultivation in front of him, that is, the meat sent in, and if you don't eat it, you won't eat it for nothing.

But when they rushed up, they realized what it means to regret coming out of the mother's belly!

An iron rod is like beating a balloon, one stick at a time, and it will burst directly!

If you touch it next to each other, you will die, and there is no such thing as serious injury at all.

Qin Feng's eyes were full of flames, and under the fiery eyes, these black mist couldn't confuse his vision at all!

"Formation, formation!"

I don't know where a voice suddenly came out, and then in this black mist, hundreds of banners appeared around Qin Feng, followed by a great yin wind.

One by one, evil spirits rushed out of the black mist, their expressions hideous and terrifying.

"Get out!"

Qin Feng coldly spit out a word, and as soon as he raised his hand, the ice flames surged out, spreading instantly!

"Open!"

Drink in a low voice!

With Qin Feng as the center, the ice flames quickly dispersed, but wherever the black fog was, the ice flames burned over!

In an instant, dozens of disciples of the Oni Banner Sect were burned to ashes in this ice flame!

The black mist quickly dispersed under this flame, and the original dark scene was also greatly changed, returning to the original blue sky and white clouds!

And the people in front of the Sifang Hall also saw what was going on clearly!

Qin Feng!

Lei Qiong was also extremely surprised in his eyes, looking at Qin Feng who was surrounded by ice flames at this moment, and opposite him, there were two hundred people from the Ghost Banner Gate, looking at Qin Feng one by one, but they didn't dare to approach.

A fierce thump in the black fog just now had already scared these people.

"Brother!"

Qin Chuxue ran out of the hall at this time, and when she saw Qin Feng's back, she immediately smiled.

"Xiaoxue, don't bother your brother yet. ”

Lin Yuechan hurriedly grabbed Qin Chuxue, Qin Chuxue was also obedient, just stood in place and looked at Qin Feng happily.

Qi Ling'er, Liu Man, Niu Dazhuang, Zhang Dawei, Yan Qiu, Lei Qiong, and those disciples who stayed in the land all looked at Qin Feng one by one.

Surprise and joy!

Because Qin Feng had extinguished that annoying black mist just now!

The reason why he lost so badly was that a big factor was in these black fogs, once the disciples of the Su Di were shrouded in the black fog, they basically became blind and slaughtered by others.

But in the same way, they were also angry, because as the black fog dissipated, they saw their brothers, who were lying on the ground one by one, covered in blood, with distorted facial features, and their faces were pale, and their souls were drained alive!

"Qin Feng, that person is Zhuji, you..."

As soon as Lei Qiong wanted to remind, an old man in a black robe floated out of the ghost banner gate opposite, his long white hair was tied in knots, like an African refuge returning, with a black banner on his feet, looking at Qin Feng with anger on his face.

"Xiao Xiaojuni, dare to hurt my ghost banner people, today this rudder will take your sacrificial flag to comfort..."

Before Ge Tong finished speaking!

A huge ancient gold iron rod, more than twenty meters apart, smashed directly towards him!

Rumble!

Ge Tong was caught off guard, so he could only subconsciously raise his hands and block the iron rod with his elbow, but the person fell to the ground, and the flag he stepped on was instantly shattered.

"You... You!"

Ge Tong looked at Qin Feng in astonishment, looked up at this huge stick, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

"You're fucking BB. ”

Qin Feng's eyes were cold, the anger in his heart was still burning, where was he in the mood to listen to this Ge Tong in this BB.

"Lao Tzu told you BB!"

Qin Feng held the Dinghai Divine Needle with one hand, this end was thin, and the other end was thick, and he lifted it up and smashed it down!

Rumble!

When the stick went down, the ground under Ge Tong's feet cracked, and his feet sank directly into the ground.

"Let you BB, BB again! BB is not over, Lao Tzu will beat you to death!"

Qin Feng stick after stick, constantly venting the anger in his heart.

When he stopped, a funny scene appeared in front of him.

That Ge Tong, at this time, only one head was left outside, and the whole person was pounded into the ground.

Of course, this is Qin Feng's deliberate control of the strength, otherwise, one stick is enough to blow him up, where do you need so many blows.

The other disciples of the Onibanmen were all stunned, and they stood in place, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Why are you stunned, don't you want to avenge your dead brother?"

Qin Feng tilted his head slightly, and the cold words reached the ears of every Immortal Pavilion disciple.

These people were stunned, and I don't know who shouted first: "Kill!"

The others shouted desperately, pulling their necks red, and roared angrily at the disciples of the Onibana Gate.

The disciples of the Ghost Banner Sect had long been shocked by Qin Feng, and the boss was buried alive, where was there still fighting spirit, and they all ran away with oil!

But as the saying goes, a defeated army is like a mountain falling!

Even Zhang Dawei roared and rushed forward at this time, after all, the corpses of the disciples of the Immortal Pavilion all over the ground, they were all hatred, they were all hatred!