Seeing the familiar figure whom he had not seen for a long time, Shen Chenfeng walked over quickly.
There was also a hint of joy on his tense face.
But when he saw Lu Wushuang's pale face and Tang Minghuang covered in blood, his face immediately darkened, and he shouted with suppressed anger in his voice: "Who did it?"
"It's me!"
A holy son in golden robes strode out. He looked cold and arrogant, and his whole body was filled with a sharp aura. He said: "I am the Holy Son of Jinhou of the Tiansheng Sect."
"If you even dare to touch my people, I don't care what your holy son is."
"kill."
The murderous intent in Shen Chenfeng's eyes surged, a terrifying sound came from his mouth, and the red flame sword was slashed out quickly.
"The art of sword control."
Holy Son Jinhou was a little surprised, but did not show any special expression. He still looked arrogant and said: "I didn't expect that you are actually a sword immortal. No wonder you can kill Holy Son Green Bat with a sneak attack. But you are in front of me. Exercising swordsmanship is simply a matter of skill."
"defeat!"
Holy Son Jinhou stretched out a finger, flashing with a faint golden light, and pointed towards the Red Flame Sword.
Shen Chenfeng sneered, and the red flame sword suddenly accelerated, like a bolt of lightning, striking the finger of Holy Son Jinhou fiercely.
Bang!
A sound of gold and iron clashing sounded in the space.
"ah!"
Holy Son Jinhou suddenly screamed, and his finger that shone with golden light was cut off abruptly.
"Holy crap, how is this possible?"
"Holy Son Jinhou, his whole body is as strong as black iron, and can easily withstand attacks from high-grade treasures. But how did this kid hurt Saint Son Jinhou?"
"The sharp sword energy is actually able to break through the defense of Holy Son Jinhou."
Seeing this scene, several saints and saints from the Tiansheng Sect were surprised.
Holy Son Jinhou was even more furious. His whole body was shining with terrifying golden light, and he shouted loudly: "Humble ant, how dare you hurt me, let's see how I kill you."
boom!
As the golden light faded away, a lion more than ten feet tall, with long golden hair all over his body and a single horn on his head, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The ancient god of wilderness, Golden Hair Roar.
It also has another name, which is called the gold-swallowing beast.
This creature does not eat meat, but instead swallows various metals to increase its strength. And as it swallows more and more metals, its body becomes extra powerful, like a magic weapon.
Not only does it have extremely powerful attacks, it also has an almost abnormal defense.
That is to say, Shen Chenfeng's swordsmanship is so great that he can hurt the Holy Son Jinhou. If it were anyone else, he wouldn't be able to hurt him at all.
Even Lu Wushuang and Tang Minghuang were unable to break through the opponent's defense.
"Ant, suffer death."
As soon as Golden Retriever appeared, he roared and rushed over.
Golden light bloomed all over his body, and his aura was fierce and sharp, as if what was coming was not a giant beast, but a sharp flying sword.
"Brother, this guy's body is as strong as a treasure, so be careful."
Lu Wushuang coughed up a mouthful of blood and reminded urgently.
Shen Chenfeng ignored it. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised the red flame sword high.
The infinite sword power suddenly rose.
When the Golden Retriever roared towards him, the Red Flame Sword slashed down crazily.
The terrifying sword light tore the space apart, leaving behind extremely dark cracks.
Wusheng Kendo, Dimensional Killing.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this that can tear apart space?"
Jin Maohou was horrified. No matter how powerful his body was, it could not compare with the space.
He stopped suddenly and suddenly opened his bloody mouth.
Seeing this action, the faces of several saints from the Tiansheng Shen Sect changed slightly and they quickly covered their ears.
The disciples of Immortal Dao looked confused and didn't understand what was going on.
roar!
A terrifying roar, like rolling thunder, exploded in the hall.
The violent sound waves, like ripples, spread crazily in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those disciples of the Shen Sect were a little better off because they had been prepared.
They just frowned slightly, and then their expressions returned to normal, without any damage.
But those disciples of the Immortal Way suddenly suffered.
They only felt as if their souls had been hit hard by an invisible giant hammer. Their faces were in pain, their bodies were curled up, and screams came from their mouths.
There were also those disciples with lower strength who were shocked to the point of bleeding from their orifices and died suddenly on the spot.
The lion roars all over the world.
This is the innate magical power of Jin Guanghou. It relies on a huge sound to ignore the body's defense and directly attack the enemy's soul. It is somewhat similar to Dongfang Xian's Divine Thunder of Disillusionment.
However, the power of this magical power is dozens of times more powerful than the Divine Thunder of Disillusionment.
Moreover, it is a range attack.
With his roar, he not only seriously injured countless immortal disciples, but also killed more than a dozen immortal disciples on the spot.
The power can be seen as average.
However.
Amidst this violent roar, Shen Chenfeng was not affected in any way. Instead, he was upset by the loud sound and could not help but frown deeply.
"Noisy!"
A clear voice, piercing the violent roar, clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Those immortal disciples immediately felt relaxed when they heard this voice.
But those cultivators of the Tiansheng Shen Sect felt as if they had seen a ghost, with extremely frightened expressions on their faces.
Pass the sound directly into your mind.
This ability...
"Soul!"
"Impossible, how can he, a cultivator of the Celestial Realm, possess a divine soul?"
"Is there any mistake?"
The cultivators of the Tiansheng Shen Sect looked horrified and immediately fell into chaos.
Holy Son Jinhou stopped roaring, his huge body trembled slightly, his expression full of fear.
"Tell me, who is the ant?"
Click!
The terrifying sword light slashed down crazily.
"I'm not willing to give in!"
Golden Retriever let out a deep roar, his body glowed dimly, and he immediately fell to the ground.
For an instant, the space fell silent.
Several cultivators from the Tiansheng Shen Sect looked at Jin Maohou's body with nervous expressions.
If Shen Chenfeng killed the Blue Bat Saint Son, it happened too suddenly, and they didn't even see clearly what was going on.
But now, they can see it clearly.
Under one sword.
The golden roar, which was as solid as a treasure, was directly split into two halves.
"Great Sword Immortal!"
Following the whisper of a holy girl, these practitioners of the Tiansheng Shen Sect finally realized the terror of Shen Chenfeng.
"Who else among you has hurt my people?"
Shen Chenfeng killed the Holy Son Jinhou with one sword, but did not stop there. Instead, his arrogance became even stronger.
He looked sharply at the remaining saints and saints, with surging murderous intent filling the entire space, and said: "Get out and die."
"Brothers, a battle today is inevitable."
A saintly girl in white suddenly moved her eyes and said with a cold expression: "Let's go together and kill this person first."