The long snake-shaped flying sword is extremely fast, and its power is even more frightening. The spiritual pressure brought by its wind-breaking force is enough to penetrate the defensive shield of ordinary monks, and the flying sword is about to slash towards Yan.
The head of the ancestor, as well as the spiritual power in the body of the ancestor of the Yan family, had just been shaken by the single-sided golden gong and were in disarray. It was difficult to condense into shape in an instant. Facing Wei Zhao's flying sword, it seemed that he could only sit back and wait for death.
At the critical moment, the ancestor of the Yan family bit the tip of his tongue, and a searing sting surged instantly. He suddenly brought up the only spiritual power he had, and then silently recited a magic formula. In an instant, his figure suddenly swayed with a bang, and a ball of light appeared.
A strange white light enveloped him, and his body shrank sharply at that moment, turning into the body of a child less than three feet tall, only 30% of its original size!
Wei Zhao's long snake-shaped flying sword passed through with a whoosh, but its original target was to chop the head of the ancestor of the Yan family. Now the body of the ancestor of the Yan family suddenly shrunk, the flying sword naturally lost its accuracy, and Cong Yan
After his ancestor shrunk, his head flew past him without causing any harm to him.
Wei Zhao missed with one blow, and after retracting the flying sword, his eyes suddenly darkened, and then he shouted in a low voice: "Is it the miniature technique? You actually know such a superb left-field technique?"
The ancestor of the Yan family has also recovered from the shrinkage, but his face is a little pale, and his body is bloated. A large number of wrinkles appear on his hands and face, as if he has aged hundreds of years in an instant. He coughed and said:
"You can recognize this kind of treacherous trick. You are indeed worthy of being the deacon elder of the Demon Suppression Sect! But unfortunately, all my magic power has been restored. You can't compete with the five of us with these two top-quality magic weapons!"
Wei Zhao Jiejie smiled: "Really? Haha, I think the sound of the gong just now has spread hundreds of miles away. All the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect are familiar with my single-sided golden gong. I can't think of it for a moment.
There will be a large number of disciples coming here, and you will not be able to escape today!"
Ancestor Yan's face darkened, and he said to the other four elders: "We must fight quickly, otherwise we will really destroy this place!"
The five people then took action again. This time they did not attack at the same time, but at different times, flanking Wei Zhao from different directions. It was difficult for Wei Zhao's single-sided golden gong to withstand five magic weapons at the same time, and even if he was in the late stage of pill formation.
Even though he was in a state where he could not activate two top-quality magic weapons at the same time, he quickly suffered a decline under the joint attack of the five ancestors of the Yan family.
"Kill all those remnants!" Wei Zhao retreated while fighting, shouting to the sixteen foundation-building disciples behind him.
Those sixteen people are the elites of the Demon Suppression Sect carefully selected by Wei Zhao. Their cultivation is naturally in the late stage of foundation building. They have abundant mana and their combat power is at its peak. They have long been eyeing the Thirteen Alliance. Now, under Wei Zhao's instructions,
He killed them regardless of risk.
The foundation-building disciples of the Thirteen Alliance rose up to resist, and the Qi-training disciples who had just been meditating for a short time also surrounded them. With the advantage of numbers, the army pressed forward. Countless magic weapons whizzed past, beating the sixteen disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect.
Got to be in a hurry.
The disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect formed a defensive shield with their powerful magic power. Even though thousands of Qi-training disciples from the Thirteen Alliance bombarded them indiscriminately, they were still unable to break through the shield. This was the weakness of the low-level monks. Their
The strength of the magic power is far from enough. No matter how many people there are, they cannot compete with the high-level monks.
The Thirteen Alliance relies on dozens of foundation-building disciples. Unfortunately, these people are mixed. More than 90% are early-stage foundation-building monks, and all of them are seriously injured. Their mana has been excessively consumed, and their combat strength is extremely low.
Therefore, despite having an absolute advantage in numbers, they were still losing ground in front of the Demon Suppressing Sect disciples who were at their peak.
The side with the most advantage was still the elders in the Danjie stage. Wei Zhao was unable to defeat four people. He frequently used single-sided golden gongs and long snake-shaped flying swords alternately, constantly changing his offensive and defensive strategies. After a short while, he actually
He was beaten and bruised all over by the five ancestors of the Yan family.
Wei Zhao gritted his teeth and held on. The current injury was not enough to pose a threat to him. He believed that the longer the time went on, the less effective the five people in the Thirteen Alliance would be. As long as he defended their attack, he would be able to rely on his profound knowledge.
of mana to wear them down.
The ancestor of the Yan family knew that time was running out, so he spared no effort. The fierce offensive made it increasingly difficult for Wei Zhao to hold on. Just when he was secretly thinking of retreating, a ray of light finally appeared from the distant sky. The fight here
It caused strong fluctuations in spiritual energy, and a group of monks were flying towards this side, numbering nearly a thousand!
Wei Zhao's face was happy at first, but he was immediately shocked because the direction that Dunguang flew to was not within the area where the Demon Suppressing Sect monks were stationed. On the contrary, that was where the Demon Suppressing Sect had been trying to attack, but failed.
A demon sect force that has made no progress!
Wei Zhao's face darkened, and he used his one-sided golden gong to block the attack of Yan's ancestor and others. Then he retreated dozens of feet, put away his magic weapon, and shouted to the sixteen disciples: "Retreat!"
Sixteen people were about to kill. Although the monks of the Thirteen Alliance were outnumbered, they were like a herd of sheep fighting wolves in front of these sixteen elite disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect. At this time, there were already many casualties, and Wei Zhao's
The shout made them confused, but the order must be obeyed, so they all fought and retreated, trying to rush out of the dense crowd.
Unfortunately, the disciples of the Thirteen Alliance didn't think so. They didn't know what was going on, thinking that the Demon Suppression Sect disciples had been defeated and were about to retreat with Wei Zhao, so they fought even more fiercely and trapped them for a while!
Wei Zhao was in a panic and had no choice but to rush over to help them rescue the siege. The ancestor of the Yan family and the other five elders of the Danjie stage were also confused at first, but they did not know Wei Zhao's true intention. They only thought that he saw reinforcements from the Demon Suppression Sect.
, so they want to hold back the Thirteenth Alliance. Now that the opponent's army is approaching, the Thirteenth Alliance must eradicate Wei Zhao's tail as soon as possible, and then escape from the opponent's pursuit.
As a result, the two sides had no choice but to continue fighting fiercely, and it was even more fierce than before. In the end, it turned into a life-and-death fight. Lin Feng originally treated it calmly in the crowd, and his attack methods were tepid, but when he heard what Wei Zhao had just shouted,
When he said "withdraw", he saw a clue from the other party's expression, and already guessed that the escaping light in the distance was most likely the force of the Demon Sect.
At this moment, the disciples of the Demon-Suppressing Sect and the Thirteen Alliance must evacuate quickly, otherwise, the upcoming group of nearly a thousand people will kill all the monks on both sides on the spot.
However, the Demon-Suppressing Sect and the Thirteen Alliance were already in a complete melee, and it was impossible to get them to stop. Lin Feng was about to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but there was a spiritual consciousness staring at him all the time. The ancestor of the Yan family seemed to
He paid a lot of attention to Lin Feng, and his every move was under his surveillance.
Lin Feng had no intention of fighting, but he could not escape blatantly. When he was in a dilemma, a gleaming ice-attributed attack weapon suddenly shot at him. It turned out that it was a disciple of the Demon Suppression Sect who killed a group of nearby Qi Practitioners.
The monk started to attack him at this time. Lin Feng's eyes flashed, he waved his finger, and the first flying sword hidden in his hand shot out with a whoosh.
The cold attribute attack weapon was hit by Lin Feng's flying sword in the air, and its power was suddenly reduced by the powerful collision. However, Lin Feng's flying sword was unable to withstand its forward trend, and was knocked back quickly by it.
This Demon Suppressing Sect disciple intended to exterminate Lin Feng. However, Lin Feng saw his flying sword retreating step by step, but he did not add more mana to it. Instead, he quickly used the sword hidden in his sleeve while it was still three feet away from him.
The other two top-quality flying swords were sacrificed!
The power of the flying sword was frightening, and its speed was as fast as the stream of light across the night sky. The disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect were shocked and quickly pulled out the defensive shield. They also abandoned the ice attribute attack weapon and turned to storage.
He quickly pulled out another defensive weapon from his bag and hurriedly blocked it in front of him.
There were two soft sounds of "Puff." Lin Feng's first flying sword first shattered his defensive shield, but was also knocked back by the defensive shield. The second flying sword collided with the opponent's defensive weapon.
Together, a stalemate formed after an instant,
However, before the opponent could withdraw or take further defensive measures, the flying sword that Lin Feng sent out before, after getting rid of the opponent's ice attribute attack weapon, penetrated the chest of the Demon Suppressing Sect disciple with a whoosh, causing
He fell instantly in fear!
Controlling three top-quality magic weapons at the same time is extremely difficult for ordinary foundation-building-stage disciples to do except those at the pill-formation stage and above! It not only requires the monk's soul to have a huge mana storage, but also requires incredible spiritual strength. Secondly,
Both are indispensable, otherwise it would be impossible to sacrifice the best magic weapon that consumes a lot of mana and spiritual consciousness!
Lin Feng had to show this level of strength out of desperation. This was the best way for him to kill the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect. Other methods would be more effective, but they would be more likely to be remembered.
When he met Yan Kong and the others before, he only controlled two flying swords at the same time when killing the flaming dolphins. Now he controls three at the same time and makes them all achieve such a momentum. This ability is indeed shocking.
The three flying swords are a killing move that is difficult for any monk to withstand. Without extremely special magical weapons or spells, most of the foundation-building disciples would be killed by the swords, and Lin Feng's body's magic power at this time
, instantly dropped to less than 30% of the original value, so he stopped as soon as he felt good, and no longer dared to repeat his old tricks. Instead, he quickly retracted the three flying swords, and then hurried away into the distance without hesitation,
He didn't even pick up the storage bag of the fallen Demon Suppressing Sect disciple.
As soon as Lin Feng escaped, the other foundation-building disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect surrounded him, and more than a dozen magical weapons attacked his back at the same time. If he had not escaped in time, he would have become the target of the Demon Suppression Sect disciples.
, those magic weapons are enough to make him disappear into ashes!