The old monk glanced at Murong Xue indifferently, waved his dry arms, and an invisible imprisonment force immediately enveloped the two of them.
"Old thing, the previous battle of consciousness can defeat you. Now the battle of the body, what are I afraid of you? I have devoured those people's consciousness and didn't find a place to refine it well. This flaw will become your fatal
Disease!"
Seeing the Fulong Saint Take action, Chen Feng snorted coldly, and the blue short spear in his hand suddenly swung out.
Murong Xue also shouted sweetly, and a golden light flashed in her hand. A sharp blade appeared and slashed forward with Chen Feng's movements.
The golden silkworm Gu was not idle either. He turned into a sharp arrow and came to the old monk in an instant and shot straight to the back of his head.
With three-pronged approach, the offensive is extremely fierce!
Seeing this, the old monk's face turned gloomy, and the blue veins on his dry arms suddenly rose, and the invisible imprisonment increased a little more.
At the same time, his free palm walked around his shoulder and quickly patted him back.
Chen Feng was right. He devoured the remaining power of thoughts from several other people. Although he temporarily replenished his damaged consciousness, it was just a superficial phenomenon.
Everyone's thoughts have their own imprints. If they are not refined, it will be difficult to completely integrate and drive them.
And it is also possible that due to conflicting attributes and mutual restraint, it becomes the source of chaos.
Therefore, we must fight and decide quickly before the hidden dangers break out.
This time, Chen Feng's plan to seize the house was seriously damaged. Half of his consciousness was damaged, and it was absolutely impossible to make up for it.
From his body, which has aged for a short period of time, it can be seen that it is difficult to go back to the past.
As Murong Xue said, he can only exert half of his previous strength now and immediately respond to attacks from three aspects, and he is obviously stressed.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to deal with a little guy of Chen Feng's level.
"Swish...swish..."
One blue and one gold, two dazzling horses flashed in the void with the movements of Chen Feng and the others.
Just as the imprisonment force emitted by the Saint Fulong was shrouded in, the forces of both sides collided without any surprise.
However, Chen Feng's blue short spear has the ability to cut through nothingness, but Murong Xue's golden blade cannot.
After the blue short spear and the confinement force collided, a loud clash of gold and iron made the transparent space in front of him tremble slightly, and several ripples suddenly appeared.
The golden blade shone directly by, without any contact with the power of imprisonment, and went straight to the forehead of the Saint Fulong.
"Even if your master is in front of me, he is a backward person. How dare you, a little girl, show off?"
Seeing the golden pianist shooting in front of the golden pian, the Fulong Saint flashed, opened his mouth and spit out an arrow of air, which broke the golden light directly, and both disappeared intovisible.
This is the case with the so-called death camel is bigger than a horse.
The old monk didn't care about Murong Xue's appearance attack, but paid special attention to Chen Feng's blue edge that could even cut open the void.
From the blue short spear, you can clearly feel the breath of Han Xuan Bingyan.
After suffering such a huge loss before, he was extremely frightened by this kind of doubt in the world. How dare he not take it seriously?