The moment he opened his eyes, Chen Feng did not hesitate at all, and rose up and rushed towards Murong Xue quickly.
At this moment, Murong Xue is still fighting with the old monk Longqi!
On the other side, the old monk from Huanxiling was still in a state of confrontation with the Golden Silkworm Gu.
In fact, with the power of the two, the battle could have ended long ago.
The same thing is true, these Tantric people have deeper scheming than the other.
The two knew that the battle of thought was dangerous and far from the stability of the fight in reality, so they deliberately delayed it from the start of taking action.
Later, I saw my companions bleeding from seven holes and were in trouble. I knew that a special change had occurred, so I was even more reluctant to get involved.
What is the saint of the Dragon and the Eight Great Sages are just superficial names.
In terms of actual situation, these are competitors and roadblockers.
If they have an accident, with the strength of the two, will the huge Tantra fall into their hands?
As for Chen Feng, how could a mere junior make a big wave?
No matter how powerful it is, with the power of the entire Tantra, it is enough to make it difficult for it to leave this half step!
Due to selfish thoughts, the two of them did not go to help, but this happened to prevent them from meeting Han Xuan Bingyan, otherwise they would end up like others at this moment.
While taking action casually, the two of them were paying close attention to Chen Feng's situation. The moment Chen Feng opened his eyes, they looked at each other, looked fierce, and jumped forward.
"All the Tantrics follow the orders. Chen Feng's little thief used a trick to harm the saints and six other sages. Come quickly and encircle this!"
At the same time, the old monk Longqi yelled an angry shout, which suddenly spread throughout the Tantric Buddhism.
Compared with the gentle and charitable tone before, the voice at this moment is filled with endless coldness and strong murderous intent.
With the strength of the two, after they noticed the abnormality before, it was easy for one to restrain Murong Xue and Jin Silkworm Gu and the other to take Chen Feng's life, and there was no need to delay until now.
However, there are some things that they need a reason, and a person who takes the blame, and even more so someone needs to witness.
Only by killing Chen Feng in front of everyone can everything become legitimate.
"Old dog, I knew you were not a good person for a long time, and now I finally revealed my true colors!"
Looking at the old monk Longqi who was rushing towards him, Chen Feng smiled coldly, and his murderous intent was also extremely fierce.
He looks like a compassionate person outside, but he is actually ambition. Such a person is the most despicable and hateful.
He is not a fool, he can tell what the old guy is thinking about at a glance.
After all, there is no safe place for the position of the sect leader whom others give alms to take the initiative to seize it.
From the first meeting to the present, everything has been under the other party's calculations, and now it's time to calculate the account!
Whoosh!
As his mind moved, a blue light flashed in his hand, and a short spear appeared leisurely.
Speaking of which, although Chen Feng has been keeping a guard against the cold Xuanbingyan and is extremely afraid of it, he is still inseparable from it when facing a powerful enemy.
After the short spear appeared, he suddenly waved his hand and slashed at the old monk Longqi.
At the same time, he grabbed the void with his other hand, and a thick arc appeared out of thin air and quickly landed towards the demon monk of Huanxiling on the other side.
Through yesterday's battle with Hualong, he has clearly known the disadvantages of Huanxiling.
Although the methods of this Tantric branch are strange and unpredictable, they are firmly restrained by the power of lightning and are not worth worrying about.
"By one against two? Chen Feng’s little donor, you are too arrogant!"
Looking at Chen Feng's movements, the old monk Long Qi snorted coldly, and the Buddhist beads hanging between his neck automatically soared up, and then quickly greeted the blue short spear.