Fengwu Qinshang

Chapter 137 Curiosity Kills

Just at this moment, the nearly one hundred cultivators suddenly stopped their attacks, because they believed that even though Qin Feng was a monster, it would be difficult for him to withstand these two huge fireballs. After all, the cultivation of these nearly one hundred cultivators was at the peak of the spiritual level, while Qin Feng was only at level five!

Although the others were still fighting fiercely, their attention was drawn to him!

The red light faded away, and the scene before their eyes shocked everyone!

Then a circle of khaki light shield trembled a few times like jelly, and then disappeared with a "bo!" sound.

In the fading light, a dark golden figure appeared. This figure, wearing a dark golden helmet and dark golden armor, and a bright red cloak, stood with his head held high like a god of war!

He is Qin Feng. At this most critical moment, he finally succeeded in breaking through. His blood and qi flowed smoothly and he felt more energetic!

The battlefield was brutal, these people had risked their lives for him, and he knew that he could no longer hide his weakness. Since he was going to fight, he would have to fight to his heart's content!

He was wearing a golden armor, holding a farewell hook that had not been used for a long time in his left hand, and a red crystal fire vine staff in his right hand. Behind his back were two huge wings made up of 144 densely packed dark gold feathers.

Everyone who saw this image was dumbfounded!

Qin Feng looked around with his only two exposed eyes, and said in a cold voice:

"You all want to take my life so badly, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He didn't have time to say hello to the old man and the others, but Qin Feng has already remembered this kindness firmly in his heart!

With a long roar, his mind moved slightly, and he stomped his flying feet on the ground suddenly. His body shot out from the small cave like an arrow from a bow, shooting towards the group of fire-attributed practitioners who were besieging him.

Qin Feng, who was already quite fast to begin with, became even more ruthless at this moment. His Flying Feet had already reached its maximum speed, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of the group of magic practitioners who were still staring at him stupidly.

"Qianji Ling, Lingyu Xiaoxiang! The parting hook, the two forget each other, the parting sorrow!"

The words were not spoken quickly, but as they were spoken, the wings on its back instantly disintegrated into 144 feathers, like bees leaving a nest, and instantly flew out to cover an area of ​​30 meters around it.

With a wave of his left hand, eighteen two-foot-long double-hooked crescent moons flew out from the body of the Farewell Hook Sword, floating unsteadily within fifty meters and slashing towards the necks of these people.

His right hand was not idle either. Green fireballs the size of bowls condensed from the top of the red crystal fire vine staff and sprinkled towards everyone like meteors chasing the moon.

At this moment, the sea of ​​qi and blood in his body was already surging and firing at full power.

At the same time, he controlled 144 feathers and 18 double hooked crescent moons. This was almost the maximum performance of Qin Feng's mental power. And the fire secret technique could only use flame impact. But this flame impact consumed little and had no accuracy at all. He no longer had the energy to control this! However, the other side had many people, and they smashed it randomly, causing chaos.

"Ding Dong..."

"what!"

All this happened in a flash. The nearly one hundred cultivators standing outside Chu Huanshan's attack range were not threatened at all. They attacked with all their strength and did not defend. The sudden change in the blink of an eye made some of the slower reacting guys dumbfounded. Before they could release their defense, Qin Feng had already arrived in front of them!

The Divine Forging Organization contained almost 90% of the fire-attributed monks on the continent. Most of these monks specialized in forging, and a few practiced fire spells, and very few of them were good at close combat. This time, Zhao Tianding summoned these monks for no particular purpose. He called all the ninth-level spiritual practitioners who practiced here, and used the Molten Fire Potion to get these people to the foot of the mountain.

In Zhao Dingtian's opinion, there is strength in numbers. Although the effect was good at the beginning, he never expected that Qin Feng would succeed in breaking through, and what happened next surprised him even more!

Seeing that Qin Feng was powerful, the monks rushed to meet him. Finally, the first person who reacted slowly was hit in the head by a feather and fell to the ground and died.

In fact, this series of attacks took less than two breaths.

When the scream was heard, Zhao Dingtian reacted and shouted:

"Surround him, don't let him get away! Let's fight, just tie these people up!"

As he spoke, the big golden hammer in his hand tightened and wrapped around the black tiger!

When the others saw this, they all began to forcefully squeeze their Qi and blood, and the pairs became entangled again.

At this time, Ying Meizu finally broke away. He shouted and the follower Qin Feng floated over. His purpose was to escort Qin Feng out of the siege.

Zhao Dingtian's eyes turned red when he saw this, and he shouted to the two people behind him:

"Go two, entangle him!"

The two men understood each other, squeezed out all their energy and blood to escape from the fire zone of Chu Huanshan, and flew forward to resist Ying Meizu.

When it comes to a real fight, Ying Meizu and Chu Huanshan are not afraid of their opponents, but the other party will not fight you head-on, they will just drag it out, like a sticky candy, and they can't get rid of it for a while.

They knew that Zhao Dingtian was going to use those spiritual practitioners to beat up Qin Feng. No matter how capable Qin Feng was, he couldn't stand the siege of hundreds of people!

Chu Huanshan was anxious, Ying Meizu was anxious, Xu Gun was anxious, and even Lao Heixiu and the other two were anxious.

"Hey, hey! Hey, old hunchback, hit me! Hey, hey!"

“Hahahaha! Four, two, four, two, let’s fight!”

The two men each drew their weapons, but were immediately surrounded by Zhao Dingtian's four direct disciples.

As long as he has a dozen or so breaths of time, Chu Huanshan will be able to kill the remaining two and escape. But can Qin Feng hold on for these dozen or so breaths of time?

Can you handle it? Remove the word "ma"!

Qin Feng was not interested in fighting at the moment. It was almost impossible to get rid of these hundreds of spiritual practitioners. The only way now was to kill one to warn the rest and make them afraid to act rashly!

With an idea in mind, Qin Feng opened fire with his Flying Foot at full power, fired a shot and moved to another place, shuttling between these hundreds of people. Gradually, these hundreds of people gathered together and surrounded Qin Feng, dealing damage with close combat and long-range attacks.

There are certainly advantages to having more people, but when they are crowded together, in order not to hurt their own family members, they are hesitant when attacking, and are inevitably timid. However, Qin Feng is alone and doesn't care. As a result, he receives fewer attacks. Many monks stood in place and began to aim, otherwise who knows whose head will be hit by a fireball!

There were too many people, and Qin Feng was surrounded and fired at full force. More than a hundred feathers were as dense as a rain of petals, and eighteen double-hooked crescent moons were floating outside, and screams were heard from time to time.

However, Qin Feng was still hit by countless fireballs. If he hadn't squeezed his blood and energy to support himself, the Seven-Star Primordial Wuji Cloak and the Meteorite Gold Armor would have been overwhelmed long ago!

Even so, there were still scratches, dents and black marks on his body from being hit by the flames.

Qin Feng clenched his teeth, but looked around:

"More, more!"

Seeing more and more cultivators surrounding Qin Feng, Chu Huanshan attacked with all his might, wanting to kill the two and escape from here. However, his anxiety affected his attack power. And it was unlikely for Mei Yingzu to escape instantly when facing two sticky people!

Several people felt scared when they saw Qin Feng being surrounded.

The two old men kept saying in their hearts at the same time, "Hold on a little longer! Hold on a little longer!"

Seeing that the other four Saint Cultivators could no longer resist, Chu Huanshan was anxious, Mei Yingzu was anxious, Zhao Dingtian was anxious, and even Xu Gun was anxious and screaming! They needed time, even a few breaths would do!

But Qin Feng's figure was surrounded more and more tightly!

Zhao Dingtian laughed out loud when he saw this:

"Old Master, please forgive me today. Once Qin Feng dies, I will kneel down and apologize to you! Hahahaha!"

But at this moment, Qin Feng, who was already surrounded tightly in the crowd, let out a long roar, and then he exerted force on his feet and jumped high to avoid the numerous attacks.

When Chu Huanshan saw Qin Feng leaping up in the air, his heart sank and he sighed:

"Oh! Never mind! How are you going to cope with this up in the air, little guy?"

The old man felt cold in his heart, Ying Meizu felt cold in his heart, Xu Gun felt cold in his heart, and even Lao Heixiu felt cold in his heart when he saw this!

But Qin Feng jumped up and raised his hand, and a total of eighty-one spirit bone array plates flew out and instantly sank into the ground!

"The Chaos Formation of the Dance of Ghosts! The Great Five Elements Sword Formation"

Next, everyone saw a scene that they had never seen in their dreams. This scene could be said to be earth-shattering and absolutely shocking!

A rumbling sound was heard, and the hot ground beneath their feet shook slightly. A large red light circle of a hundred meters surrounded the group of monks. The light circle rose rapidly, and as it rose, hundreds of ghosts and monsters in the formation emerged from under their feet and condensed. At the moment of condensation, they entangled the monks one by one, making them unable to move.

At the same time, a red five-cornered five-colored light rose up, and twenty-five five-colored long swords sprang out from the five corners.

The five-colored sword shot out, and the light circle had closed. A big red dome covered an area of ​​100 meters. The movement inside began to blur and gradually turned into deep red, isolating everything.

It took less than three breaths from the formation to complete closure.

This sudden scene made the dozen or so people outside stop what they were doing.

After stopping, Ying Meizu, Chu Huanshan and Xu Gun took some time to break away and were about to break into the formation, but they were blocked by Zhao Dingtian and his group!

There was no need to continue fighting, because the scene before their eyes had already made everyone's jaw drop!

They were completely confused and could not understand the scene before them. They were even unwilling to rush forward because they did not want to destroy it. They prided themselves on their extraordinary knowledge and were really curious about what this thing was and what the outcome would be.

Curiosity is curiosity!

But this curiosity killed nearly a hundred monks!