“How is that possible?

There is a quasi-saint standing behind Mu Feng?"

Yang Xingyuan's pupils shrank into needles, staring at the purple giant tightly, his tone filled with disbelief.

Inside and outside the Holy City, countless people saw two figures in the deep pit outside the North City after the smoke and dust disappeared.

They were shocked to find that Mu Feng was not at all hurt, and a strange-looking purple giant appeared in front of him.

What's strange is that the right hand of the giant formed by Yang Xingyuan's quasi-sanctuary actually collapsed and is slowly growing again.

What does this mean?

This shows that Yang Xingyuan's move just now was blocked, and the person blocking it was undoubtedly the Zilin giant who suddenly appeared.

"What's that?"

In the distance, Zhao Lu on the chariot stared at the purple giant in the deep pit, his voice full of strangeness.

"It's a demon clan, and his aura is not weaker than Yang Xingyuan. He is a quasi-demon saint!"

Zhao Qi's pupils shrank slightly, his voice no longer dull, but full of shock.

And his words completely caused a stir in the chariots and the surrounding troops.

No one expected that in this siege battle, there would be a second quasi-saint level existence, and it would be a quasi-demon saint.

What's even more incredible is that this quasi-demon saint seemed to be standing on Mu Feng's side.

Zhao Qi finally understood why Mu Feng was so confident. It turned out that this guy's trump card was this.

"It's a quasi-demon saint, haha, it turns out that Mu Feng has hidden this trick!"

In the ruins of the Holy City, Cang Hongshen burst into laughter. He now understood Mu Feng's good intentions. It turned out that he had such a powerful helper.

"We were wrongly blamed Mu Feng. He was not reckless at all, but had carefully planned it!"

Yu Luan felt a little ashamed.

Xiang Rui was also surprised and happy, and a little blaming himself: "If we had chosen to believe Mu Feng at the beginning, he would not have made such a bad decision!"

Cang Hongshen sighed lightly: "Although we blamed Mu Feng for mistakes, Mu Feng was just a quasi-demon saint. Don't forget that the other party also has a master of the peak of the ninth-level martial emperor like Zhao Qi!"

"Even if Yang Xingyuan can be restrained, who can restrain such a great master like Zhao Qi?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xiang Rui, Yu Luan and others felt a slump in their hearts.

Yes! This time, not only Yang Xingyuan, but also a master like Zhao Qi. In addition, there are more than a dozen eighth-level martial emperor masters.

These are the real elites of the seven major forces, and they were sent out to completely destroy the Holy Dynasty.

Even if Mu Feng has three heads and six arms, he cannot be an opponent of a group of masters such as Zhao Qi.

"We still have to plan the worst!"

Cang Hong said with a deep smile.

Yu Luan and Xiang Rui stopped talking.

"Quarantor Saint?"

Yang Xingyuan looked at the purple dragon protecting Mu Feng with a serious look, and said in a deep voice: "Mu Feng, it seems that I underestimated you. I really didn't expect that you could find such a helper!"

Mu Feng ignored Yang Xingyuan, but looked at Zilong and said, "Zilong, I'll leave this person to you. Don't you know if you fight to the Holy City?"

Zilong curled his lips and was very unhappy with Mu Feng's fingers at him, but he didn't say anything when he thought that Jiuyuan asked him to come out for help.

"Hmph! I get it!"

After saying that, Zilong bounced his feet and his huge body jumped up, rushing towards Yang Xingyuan in the sky.

The moment he rushed out, the quasi-sanctuary of the purple dragon expanded directly, forming a purple dragon, and rushed towards the quasi-sanctuary of Yang Xingyuan's giant-shaped quasi-sanctuary.

Bang! The purple dragon collided with the giant, which made Yang Xingyuan shocked that his quasi-sanctuary was directly grabbed by the purple dragon and then flew backwards towards the distant sky.

He wanted to control the quasi-sanctuary and break free, but found that the purple dragon grabbed his quasi-sanctuary tightly, and his quasi-sanctuary could only passively keep flying backwards.

Zilong had already pounced on him, and his huge fist hit Yang Xingyuan's face.

Yang Xingyuan raised his hand to resist, and a terrifying crack exploded in the air. Both he and Zilong retreated, but he took dozens of steps back, while Zilong only took more than ten steps back.

From this we can see that the two are judged immediately.

Yang Xingyuan's eyes were full of fear and shouted to Zhao Qi in the distance: "Elder Zhao! Capture the king first by capturing the thief. You can quickly capture Mu Feng, don't watch the show anymore!"

Zhao Qi on the chariot did not comment. He looked at the more than ten people in the chariot and said, "You can follow me, I will take this son, and you will be responsible for siege! Since this son can fight against the seventh and eighth-level martial emperors alone, he may have great strength and many methods. Don't let him escape!"

"yes!"

Zhao Lu, Mo Hu, Zang Dao and more than a dozen people all focused on the key points, and then rushed out of their chariots and rushed around Mu Feng, forming a dense and airtight encirclement.

Rumble! Zhao Qi held the reins with both hands and swung them violently. Suddenly, the huge chariot began to rush towards Mu Feng like thunder in the world.

The four tall horses changed their appearance as they rush in the air. Their bodies sparked endless thunder and instantly spread throughout the chariot.

At this moment, the chariot instantly turned into a thunder car, bathed in the terrifying and violent thunder. When I looked over, the momentum was terrifying.

"Mu Feng, die for me!"

Zhao Qi drove the thunder-like chariot and rushed towards Mu Feng. His shouts were like thunder, as if the God of Thunder came to the world, with extraordinary power.

More than a dozen eighth-level martial emperor masters, including Zhao Lu, Mo Hu, Zang Dao, etc., were classified in all directions, blocking all Mu Feng's retreat in order to prevent Mu Feng from escaping.

Mu Feng stepped out, jumped up from the deep pit, stood in the air, and looked coldly at the thunder-rolling chariots and Zhao Qi on the chariots.

At this moment, Zhao Qi was as powerful as a rainbow, like the coming Thunder God.

Mu Feng stood in the air, indifferent, as if he had fallen into a stupid state.

The speed of the chariot was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, the thunderous chariot rushed to the front and hit Mu Feng straight.

I saw endless thunder burst out in the void, and the terrifying sound of thunder echoed in the world, which continued to make countless people in the Holy City cover their eyes and ears.

Immediately afterwards, everyone was shocked to find that the terrifying thunder explosion had just lasted for a moment before it was extinguished.

Then, everyone saw Mu Feng still standing in the air, and another figure appeared in front of Mu Feng.

This figure is also more than ten feet tall, with long brown hair all over. The long hair on its body stands up, emitting a dazzling golden light.

At this moment, the brown-haired monster poked out his right hand and pressed the four horses in front of the chariot, making it unable to move forward for half a step.

"Die for me!"

The brown-haired monster shouted coldly, and his left hand fisted and smashed it hard. The terrifying fist intention exploded, and the four horses suddenly burst into four blood mists.

The huge chariot was completely broken, and Zhao Qi, who was standing on the chariot, vomited blood and fell from mid-air in a mess.
Chapter completed!