When he approached the cyclone spacecraft, Wen Feng frowned, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. He actually felt a palpitation at this moment. Yes, it was palpitations and panic, and the reason for his palpitations... It was from the cabin. He felt a breath in the cabin, a breath that made him palpitations...
Wuxiang's other people looked very arrogant. He pointed at Li Tianqi and cursed...
Li Tianqi's expression was very calm, and he could not see any anger. He stood on the deck, quietly looking at Wuxiangling, turning a deaf ear to Wuxiangling's insults.
Gu Xiang's face looked a little ugly, but she didn't say anything.
"Shut up!" Wen Feng suddenly shouted softly.
Wuxiang and others were stunned and looked at Wen Feng in confusion: "Master...you..."
"Shut up!" Wen Feng's face darkened.
Wuxiang and others suddenly lost their voices...
Wen Feng took a deep breath, then said to the cabin of the whirlwind spacecraft: "Can this fellow Taoist who is hidden, come and see you?"
"Uh?" Wuxiang and others suddenly showed a hint of surprise on their faces. Why? There was still someone in the cabin? Why didn't they sense it? Wuxiang and others scanned the cabin with their spiritual sense, but did not find anyone... Just when Wuxiang and others were puzzled, a sharp and unparalleled spiritual sense suddenly popped out of the cabin, and directly hit Wuxiang and others' spiritual sense back.
"ah!"
Wuxiang and others all fell to the ground from the air, and then they all hugged their heads and screamed in terrible voices. The sound was so terrifying.
Wenfeng's face changed suddenly and he hurriedly flew back.
"Want to run? It's too late!" A figure flew out of the cabin. His body was so fast that it was incredible. He came to Wen Feng's body in an instant. The figure stretched out a hand and quickly slapped Wen Feng's chest. The palm wind slashed through the air and made an extremely sharp sound. From the sound, you can know how powerful the palm of the figure is.
Wen Feng roared and threw out a shield.
"Bang!"
The figure slapped his palm on the shield, making a deafening sound.
"Huh?" The figure exclaimed in surprise: "This shield is good, it can actually catch my attack!" Hearing the voice, the figure was clearly a woman. When he looked closely, it was Tianfeng. She had been staying in the cabin. Tianfeng didn't care about the monks who kept coming out to intercept along the way. She disdained her. The highest cultivation level of the monks who came to intercept was only in the God Transformation Stage, and most of them were in the Nascent Soul Stage. These monks were like ants in Tianfeng's eyes and could not attract Tianfeng's attention at all. Until just now...
...Tianfeng suddenly felt a familiar aura, the unique aura of the scattered immortal...Tianfeng finally got interested and flew out of the cabin to deal with Wen Feng. Tianfeng wanted to destroy Wen Feng within a few moves, but in the end he was blocked by a shield. Tianfeng looked carefully and found that the shield was immediately a spiritual treasure. There were very few spiritual treasures for defense, and even fewer spiritual treasures for defense. Even Tianfeng himself did not have any spiritual treasures for defense... Since he discovered the difference between the shield, Tianfeng certainly could not let it go.
With the shield resisted, Wen Feng quickly flew back and retreated dozens of feet away in the blink of an eye.
"This shield is good, I want it." Tian Feng smiled slightly, reached out and grabbed it gently, and grabbed the shield in his hand.
“Buzz buzz…”
The shield trembled violently, trying to break free from Tianfeng's control, but how could Tianfeng let the treasure he got escape?
"You still dare to struggle!" Tian Feng snorted coldly, and suddenly increased the strength of his fingers.
“Buzz…”
The tremor of the shield tremble immediately became weaker... In a moment, the shield completely stopped moving.
"Little!" Tianfeng slapped the shield hard.
"Swish!"
The shield immediately began to shrink and finally became the size of a finger.
Tianfeng waved his sleeves and put away the smaller shield.
"My Ziyun Shield!" Wen Feng's face suddenly turned pale, and a sharp anger ejaculated in his eyes. The Ziyun Shield was obtained by Wen Feng at a great cost. It has been cultivated for thousands of years. It is the treasure that Wen Feng relied most heavily on. Unexpectedly, it was taken away by someone at this moment, and it was taken away in front of him. Wen Feng was so angry that he was just angry that he didn't dare to rush forward to snatch it, because he knew that he was not Tian Feng's opponent. From Tian Feng's appearance, Wen Feng could see Tian Feng's true cultivation. The eighth turn of the scattered immortal, yes, it was the eighth turn of the scattered immortal. Wen Feng never dreamed that he would meet the eighth turn of the scattered immortal... And this eighth turn of the scattered immortal was Li Tianqi's helper... Wen Feng knew that this time the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect was in trouble.
"Ziyun Shield? The shield just now was called Ziyun Shield?" Tianfeng nodded: "No, this name is good! I like it! Ziyun Shield, haha... Not bad, it's really good!"
At this time, Wuxiang and others had already recovered and stood up and flew to Wen Feng: "Master...we..."
"You retreat to the side, the enemy is very powerful, you are not your opponent!" Wen Feng said in a deep voice: "Even I am not your opponent!"
"Ah?" Wuxiang and others suddenly changed their faces: "Master...you...you...you weren't kidding us, are you? You...you are not the opponent of the other party either?"
"Do you think I'm still in the mood to joke with you now?" Wen Feng thrust his face: "The other party is the eighth turn of immortals, and I'm not an opponent at all!"
"What? The eighth turn of the immortal?" Wuxiang and others were stunned.
Wen Feng no longer paid attention to Wuxiang and others. He looked up at Tianfeng: "This fellow Taoist... I don't know what to call him?"
"You are not worthy of knowing my name." Tianfeng said lightly.
A hint of anger flashed across Wen Feng's face, but he was soon suppressed.
Li Tianqi, standing on the deck of the spaceship, shouted secretly, he is worthy of being the eighth turn of the immortal, and his words are domineering! If he has to work hard in the future, he must be as domineering as Tianfeng, and the oppressed enemy can't breathe.
At this moment, Li Tianqi could not imitate Tianfeng to show his domineering spirit, but he could pretend to be a tiger. He thrust, pointed at Wenfeng and cursed: "Bald donkey, aren't you very proud? Why are you so weak now? Keep showing off?"
Wen Feng could still bear it because he was looked down upon by Tian Feng. Who said that his strength was not as strong as Tian Feng? But Li Tianqi mocked him, which made Wen Feng unable to bear it. What? A small cultivator in the God Transformation Stage dared to challenge me? He was even more unlucky! Wen Feng's eyes turned cold: "Boy, I think you are tired of living!" After that, Wen Feng slapped Li Tianqi.
“Huhhhh…”
The mighty palm wind immediately whistled towards Li Tianqi.
"You dare to act in front of me!" Tian Feng snorted coldly, waved his big hand suddenly, and a gust of wind emerged out of thin air, directly hitting the mighty palm wind.
In the blink of an eye.
The wind and palm wind collided hard together...
"boom……"
With a shocking sound, the palm wind was directly shattered, but the Biaofeng was safe and sound. With one move, his literary style was far inferior to Tianfeng.
"Swoosh!" After the Blast Wind defeated the Palm Wind, he kept attacking Wen Feng at speed.
Wen Feng raised his eyebrows, flipped his wrist, and an emerald green fan appeared in his palm. Wen Feng blew a breath at the fan, and the fan immediately rotated. In the blink of an eye, the fan expanded by more than ten times, turning into a huge fan. "Hi!" Wen Feng held the handle of the fan with both hands and slapped hard.
“Huhhhh…”
A strong wind immediately blew around, and the strong wind directly wrapped the oncoming wind...
"Crack..."
A violent explosion came from the strong wind...
"Huh?" Tianfeng narrowed his eyes: "You kid has a bad cultivation level, but you have a lot of treasures."
Wen Feng held the fan and kept fanning it, and the radius of dozens of miles was covered by strong wind. The scene was very spectacular...
Although the rushing wind blowing by Tianfeng was very powerful, it could not withstand the continuous attack of the strong wind. After persisting for a stick of incense, the rushing wind was torn apart by the strong wind and disappeared...
After tearing the wind apart, the strong winds around gathered together, and then roared towards the sky phoenix and attacked.
"Hmph! Overestimate one's own abilities!" A trace of contempt flashed in Tianfeng's eyes. With a wave of his right hand, a crystal clear sword appeared in front of him. The sword was about seven feet long, with a clear blade, emitting a glittery light. The hilt of the sword was red, and it was covered with mysterious patterns... As soon as the sword appeared, the spiritual energy around him became crazy and rushed towards the sword. In a moment, a small vortex appeared above the sword. Strong spiritual energy was sucked into the vortex, and then white light was shot in the vortex, all of which were absorbed by the sword. As the spiritual energy gathered, the aura emitted from the sword became thicker and thicker... Finally, it was terrifying...
From the beginning of Tianfeng's sacrifice of the sword, Wenfeng felt a sense of uneasiness, and the feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger... Wenfeng turned his head to look at Wuxiang and others: "I'm here to hold on, you can quickly put it back to Wanfo Sect!"
"Master...we can't leave you..." Wuxiang and others said anxiously.
"You are left with no use, it will only drag me down! Go quickly! Tell Wensha what happened here and prepare him to face the enemy! Go quickly! I won't last long!" Wenfeng shouted angrily.
"Master..." Wuxiang and others' eyes were a little red: "You must come back safely!" After saying that, Wuxiang and others turned around and left the scene.
"I want to run? It's not that easy!" Li Tianqi soon discovered that Wuxiang and others wanted to run away. He suddenly felt anxious. He turned to look at Tianfeng: "Senior, I'll chase those escaped monks, and I'll leave it to you here." After that, Li Tianqi rushed to chase Wuxiang and others in the whirlwind spaceship.
Wen Feng was about to stop Li Tianqi, but Tianfeng was suppressed.
"Your opponent is me, don't worry about others!" Tianfeng's voice was extremely cold: "Today I will let you see my true strength of Tianfeng!" As he said that, Tianfeng reached out and held the hilt of the sword, slowly raised it, and then gently slashed out a sword. (To be continued.)