Chapter 237: Kill one person in ten steps (Third update!)
There are sixteen golden elixir monks, only three of whom are in the late golden elixir stage. Each formation has one late golden elixir cultivator to hold the line, while the rest are in the early golden elixir stage. Although they are not strong, their numbers are large, even with Feng Jing.
With Hong's strength, he couldn't say that he would definitely be able to withstand the full blows of more than a dozen golden elixir masters, so Feng Jinghong decided to fight quickly!
Feeling the golden elixir monk approaching slowly, Feng Jinghong showed no expression on his face. Even the sword in his hand was extremely calm. There was no excitement or trembling caused by fear. The Demon Sword was held firmly in his hand.
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"Very good, I can kill someone instantly with the Thunder Sword Intent and the Quick Sword Intent. Then they will definitely find out that it is me and there is a high possibility of escaping, so no matter if they escape or not, after one sword strike,
I will use the clone shadow technique to gather them in the middle from all sides, and then it will be a game of catching turtles in a jar!"
Feng Jinghong was making plans in her mind while secretly waiting for the opportunity.
It was close, and a hundred miles away was not that far away for the Jindan monks. Although they tried their best to keep their speed down, they still came within thirty feet of Feng Jinghong after a letter of incense.
"Okay, let's go forward and get closer!"
Feng Jinghong was looking forward to it. Now he could kill some people, but he would definitely miss a few. In this way, his mission of twenty people would not be safe, so he chose to bet that these people would definitely not be killed.
If you take action against yourself thirty feet away, even if you take action, you will suddenly accelerate when you are twenty feet away, and then strike with all your strength!
Feng Jinghong's rich experience made his prediction successful again. Sure enough, after approaching a distance of twenty feet, the sixteen people moved together, their bodies surged, and quickly rushed towards Feng Jinghong. For a moment, the dark night sky was filled with swords and swords.
Illuminating, all kinds of lights flashed continuously.
But they were disappointed, because their attack completely failed, and Feng Jinghong, who was originally twenty feet away, disappeared.
"Not good! Pay attention to defense!"
Just when the late Jindan cultivator in the lineup to the west was screaming, Feng Jinghong's Demon Sword had already cut his throat!
Wow!
Lights of various colors illuminated the thirty-foot-wide night sky as if it were daytime. Everyone saw the unbelievable eyes of the late-stage Jindan monk!
"Feng Jinghong, it's Feng Jinghong, no good, run away!"
Someone among the dozen or so people quickly recognized Feng Jinghong, but it was too late. The scattered monks saw something that made them despair. In front of them stood quietly a young man with long fiery red hair, holding a hand on his hand.
He held his Demon Sword flat and looked at them with a smile on his face.
"Those who kill will always be killed. If you want to kill me, be prepared to be killed by me!"
Feng Jinghong raised his left hand, and all the Jindan cultivators rushed in the opposite direction. Feng Jinghong had already thought of all this.
Clang!
The Demon Sword made a loud sound, and another human head fell from the sky to the ground.
The crowd in an uproar was even more frightened. At this moment, they forgot that they were Golden elixir monks. They forgot that they were the most powerful existence in the Immortal Realm. They forgot their purpose of coming here. All because of that man with fiery red hair.
The man who is number one on the Hidden Dragon List!
Feng Jinghong's clone shadow technique never stopped, he was using it non-stop. His shadows were everywhere in all directions. The dozen or so golden elixir monks didn't even have a decent counterattack. They only knew how to defend and look at each other.
They looked around in horror, or just kept attacking randomly, and some even injured their allies.
The lightning in the dark night was extremely eye-catching, one after another. Every time the lightning flashed, a golden elixir monk died under Feng Jinghong's sword, and the green marks on Feng Jinghong's head also changed from five to six, seven, or ten.
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At this moment, Feng Jinghong was like a god of murder, with no expression, no joy or anger. He kept drawing out and sheathing his sword in the panic of the crowd, and each sword light would take away a human head.
Kill one person in ten steps!
This is the true portrayal of Feng Jinghong at this moment. As soon as his figure flashed, his sword light lit up, and a human head fell to the ground. In less than half a cup of tea, most of the sixteen golden elixir monks had been killed by Feng Jinghong, and
It was only now that their desire to survive forced them to slowly let go of the fear in their hearts, tightly grasp the weapons in their hands, and launch a counterattack.
"Listen to me now!"
The last monk in the late Jindan stage also calmed down and shouted loudly.
"The seven of us formed a circle. As soon as we saw him appear, we would all attack together. When he retreated, we would maintain this formation again. No matter which direction he appeared from, he would at least face the attack of the four of us, even if he could not
Kill him, but there’s no problem in protecting yourself!”
I have to say that this is a good idea. If they had used such a formation from the beginning, Feng Jinghong could only watch them retreat. But now, with only seven people, it is impossible to cause trouble to Feng Jinghong!
"It's too late. I had this idea a long time ago and you have retreated a long time ago, but now...die!"
Feng Jinghong had never been merciful to those who wanted to kill him. This time, his figure appeared directly east of the seven golden elixir monks. In an instant, four people attacked him at the same time!
"Although you appear calm on the surface, your hearts are confused. It's of no use at all!"
Feng Jinghong shook his head, and at the moment when they were about to face each other, he used the art of shadow transformation. Four Feng Jinghong stabbed the seven people from different directions!
At this time, the fear that they had suppressed in their hearts resurfaced again, and even more so than before. Everyone scrambled to resist the "Feng Jinghong" in front of them, but some people still died.
In an instant, seven turned into six, and Feng Jinghong's figure disappeared again. When they saw Feng Jinghong again, there was one less ally around them.
Five, four, three.
Ten steps and one sword, one sword at a time. This time, the defeat was faster. In the blink of an eye, only two of the seven people were left.
"Brother Feng, Senior Feng, please let me go. I am willing to make something for you. Please let me go!"
One of them finally couldn't bear it anymore. At this moment, he gave up the inherent dignity of the Golden Elixir monk, gave up his backbone, and cried bitterly. He just wanted to survive.
"Okay, as long as you can catch my sword, I will let you go!"
After all, Feng Jinghong is not a heartless person. He is a human being, not a machine. Since someone speaks, he doesn't mind giving them a chance of survival!
"Thank you, thank you Senior Feng!"
The Jindan monk who begged for mercy looked grateful, then took out his weapon and looked at Feng Jinghong nervously.
"Get ready, I'm going to start!"
Feng Jinghong did not break his promise, one of the three golden elixirs stopped instantly, leaving only the two golden elixirs of Buddha and Demon in circulation, and his Thunder Sword Intent was also put away, only stimulating only 10% of Kuai Zhi.
The only thing that has not changed about the sword's will is the "Randeng Sutra". Feng Jinghong didn't want to bring crisis to himself because of his kindness. He had heard the story of being bitten by a snake countless times when he was a child.
The Demon Sword was raised high, and the ten-foot giant sword still brought tremendous pressure to the two monks opposite. The Jindan monk who begged for mercy had eyes flashing, while the other man looked at him firmly even though he was sweating profusely.