Lin Feng felt the momentum whistling behind him, and he did not dodge or avoid it, allowing the other party to stab him in the back with a spear.
With a crisp sound, Met felt his mouth numb, and his spear almost came out of his hand, and he was shocked.
This man's defense is so strong! His cultivation is strong, his defense is strong, his attack is fierce, and he is full of murderous aura! How can he fight?
The birders of the Angels Legion saw General Met's sneak attack and did not kill Lin Feng, and they did not even have any minor injuries, and their morale was greatly reduced.
Lin Feng took his busy schedule and threw a look of contempt to Met. The twelve wings attacked just like this, and the full goal was to be the peak cultivation level of the Immortal Emperor in the late stage.
The bird people in the Western Immortal Realm cannot compare with the Eastern Immortal Realm by their strength alone, but one characteristic of bird people is that they are many people.
Jehovah produced angels in large quantities. The number of people in the entire Western fairy world is about the sum of the number of people in the fairy world. The single body has weak strength and the overall strength is still very strong.
Lin Feng waved his sword, and dozens of angels ahead screamed, proclaiming his own fall.
Then Lin Feng began to pour the power of heaven into the sword, and then every time he swung a sword, a thousand-foot sword light would form, and the number of fallen angels suddenly increased.
Met was shocked and raised his spear and attacked Lin Feng. Lin Feng grabbed the spear with his left hand, shook his wrist again, and the spear turned into a short stick and flew out with one foot. Met flew back a few miles, and a little blood could be seen at the corner of his mouth.
Stand firmly, open your arms, embrace the void, and sing to the sky: "Omnipotent Lord, please respond to the call of your humble servant, give me divine power, and end the terrible demon in front of you! The Judgment of God!"
Suddenly, a white lightning as thick as a foot fell from the sky and attacked Lin Feng's head.
Lin Feng saw the lightning falling from the air and said disdainfully: "Playing with lightning? I am your ancestor! Haha."
He absorbed the power of the original lightning, which was equivalent to mastering all the lightning in the world. Therefore, no matter how strong the lightning is, it can only hurt him, but cannot kill him. Although this lightning is huge, its attack power cannot hurt Lin Feng now.
Lin Feng grabbed the white electric snake with one hand, and the whole lightning penetrated into Lin Feng's body. As soon as he entered the Dantian universe, he was completely absorbed by the power of the origin of thunder, without any reaction.
Met's forehead was filled with cold sweat and murmured, as if he was summoning something.
After Lin Feng's massacre for nearly half an hour, hundreds of thousands of angel legions were slaughtered by Lin Feng. Lin Feng, covered in angel blood, stood in the air, like a demon god in the world.
"Where is my disciple? If you don't say it, you will never have a chance to speak!" Lin Feng's patience gradually disappeared. After such a long battle, Lin Feng's bloodiness gradually emerged. The bloodthirsty light flashed on Lin Feng's face, making Met feel scared.
"I don't... don't know, but my subordinates should know!" Met said intermittently without any momentum.
Lin Feng smiled bloodthirstyly: "Give you an hour. If you can't see your disciple again after an hour, you will kill all the Western immortal world!"
After saying that, he sat cross-legged in the air, closed his eyes and waited.
Met shouted to an eight-winged angel beside him: "Hurry up and let Commander Wan Lei bring the Eastern Immortal!"
When the Eight-Winged Angel received Met's order, he immediately threw away the weapon in his hand and ran back frantically. He was obviously scared and afraid of death here.
About half an hour later, a dense angel came from afar. Lin Feng opened his starry eyes and swept it casually, and about tens of millions of people were about to be seen.
I sighed in my heart that this bird is infertile, but the number is so scary.
Although the combat power of millions of birds is weaker than that of themselves, their apprentices are still in their hands. Now they have not found their apprentices themselves. If the extra delay is more, Lin Xiaobei will be more dangerous.
His face turned cold and he was about to take action. But Mett suddenly discovered that among the millions of angels, a familiar face, wasn't Lin Xiaobei?
Seeing that his disciple was fine, he was just banned, he smiled slightly, and finally calmed down, waiting for the angel army to come.
"Master! The disciple finally found you!" Lin Xiaobei, who was set up by the bird man, shouted excitedly when he saw Lin Feng covered in blood in the air.
"I won't let go of my disciple!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, and his momentum swept away. The body of the angel in front shook and almost stood unsteadily.
Wan Lei finally knew why Met lost. Just yelling made him and others almost unstable. It was useless to make fun of Met when he came just now.
But when he thought of the army of tens of millions of angels behind him, he felt confident and shouted to Lin Feng: "Hmph! He actually killed my nearly one million angel legion for a little immortal. It's really damn!"
Lin Feng looked disdainful and disappeared immediately. The two eight-winged angels who were holding Lin Xiaobei out of their bodies. Lin Xiaobei disappeared from the Angel Legion and appeared thousands of miles away with Lin Feng.
Unlocking the restriction in Lin Xiaobei's body, touched Xiaobei's head with love, and said, "I'm suffering, I think I'm venting my anger for you!"
Without waiting for the disciple to say anything, he then set up a barrier around him, sacrificed the Qingfeng Divine Sword and rushed into the Angel Legion.
‘Ah...ah...’ The disciple was safe and sound, Lin Feng had no worries anymore, and started a massacre among the army of millions of angels! With one sword, thousands of angels fell.
When Lin Xiaobei saw his master coming to the Western Immortal World alone for himself, fighting against the Angel Legion. Xingmu looked at the master's tall back with tears in his eyes, and felt even more moved. In Lin Xiaobei's heart, Lin Feng was his master and his father.
"Kill me! Protect the sect leader!" Hundreds of thousands of people flew from afar. Lin Feng looked closely and saw that this was a wandering cultivator whom he had just recovered?
"Husband!" The women shouted in a coquettish voice and rushed towards Lin Feng.
The fifteen great guardians in front waved their hands, and the cultivators sacrificed their magic weapons to kill the angel legion.
"I am waiting for the rescue to come late, so please forgive me!" Several guardians knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully.
Lin Feng raised his hand slightly and smiled, "It's okay, so many birds have killed me so much that my hands are sore, hahaha."
When everyone heard Lin Feng's words, they knew that Lin Feng was not angry because he was late for the arrival of others. They calmed down and looked at the angels fighting in the distance. A cold light flashed in their eyes and led the other guardians to kill them.
"Why are you here?" Lin Feng looked stern and felt a little angry.
When the girls saw Lin Feng's face unhappy, they were worried that Lin Feng would be angry. Dugu Yan said timidly: "We... are worried about you, so we came with our disciples."
"Forget it this time, don't do this in the future. With my strength, who can hurt me in the fairy world? You will only distract me from this." Lin Feng said with a stern face.