Big Brother is great again

When the Holy Wood God Envoy fled, he believed that with his own speed, he could definitely catch up if he chased him dead, but the purpose of the war was never to kill a certain general or a certain high-level person. Chen Feng didn't think the value of a Holy Wood God Envoy He was taller than the disciples of the Wushen Temple in this large area, so he chose to ignore the holy wood envoy who had run away, and then stayed and followed Yinglong to clean up the disciples of the Wushen Temple here.

Don't forget, the Witch King is only one level higher than the God's Envoy. If Yinglong is only here alone, there is no guarantee that the Witch Kings of the Witch Temple will not unite to hold him back, and then the other dominant disciples can give the monks Caused considerable damage.

In the final analysis, it is still because of the lack of high-end combat power in the monk camp.

A monk cultivates himself. If he wants to display a level of combat power, he must reach this level, while the Wushen Temple cultivates Gu worms. If he wants to achieve a level of combat power, he only needs to be able to control the Gu worms of this level. His strength can even be lowered by one level!

This is like a step-up battle among monks, it is the capital of a peerless genius!

Over the years, if the monks hadn't relied on various magic weapons with different functions and endless formations, it is estimated that the land of the four continents would have been occupied by the Temple of the Witch God.

After being aggrieved for nearly ten thousand years, this is the first time a monk launched a reverse charge against the army of the Witch Temple!

At this moment, no one in the entire battlefield was more excited than Ying Long.

As a veteran strongman who survived in ancient times, Ying Long has witnessed the strong suppression of the Witch Temple in their era. Under the pressure of the Witch Temple, the monks can only hold on to the danger, except for one or two small-scale counter-kills occasionally. , almost all ended in failure.

During those years, how many brothers from the same sect died in the hands of the Wushen Temple, how many geniuses and evildoers died in the cradle, even after being injured and defeated, Ying Long's heart was still suppressed by the shadow of the Wushen Temple. After Feng helped him recover from his injuries, Ying Long had a glimmer of hope in his heart, and Chen Feng let him see the hope of rushing out.

It's just that Ying Long didn't expect that the hope of rushing out came so fast, so fast that he felt like a dream.

"Shh!"

After sweeping across the two master witches with one sword, Ying Long looked around.

All around were battles between monks and disciples of the Witch Temple.

He saw the disciple of physical training, rushing to the front line with a ferocious face, he could kill a Gu worm or a disciple of the Witch God Temple with one punch and one kick, even if his body was injured, he still fought hard with red eyes , not a single retreat!

He saw the sword cultivators, in groups of three or five, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, with sharp and precise sword formulas, precisely sniping the Gu worms and disciples of the Witch God Temple who tried to attack the disciples of the body cultivator, and every flash of sword light could bring Take a life!

He saw Taoism disciples, although they cannot effectively kill Gu worms, they are more effective than sword and body cultivation in dealing with the disciples of the Wushen Temple gathered in groups, and often a large-scale Taoism bombing can kill them Injured a disciple of the witch temple.

He saw Kui Xin, a female general at any time, but she was extremely crazy when she fought, and she just pressed down the two witch kings and chased them frantically.

He saw Ying Xuerong, but the girl still rushed out disobediently

He saw Liu Mengrui and the others, who were restless masters, and wondered what would happen if Chen Feng found out

Seeing Lin Yong, the commander also brandished his flying sword and charged into battle

I saw the fallen disciples turning their backs to the fort one by one

No one was running back, everyone rushed out!

rushed out!

Ying Long's eye sockets suddenly became moist, and the backlog of thousands of years seemed to be released at this moment.

"Come out! We're out!"

Ying Long's eyes became more blurred, but his heart became more and more relaxed.

"Master, we rushed out! We rushed out against the main force of the Wu Temple!"

"This world is so vast, and the land of four continents is so narrow! The vast world that has been occupied by the Temple of the Witch God for thousands of years is finally our turn!"

Ying Long's gaze retracted, and finally fell on Chen Feng.

"Thanks to Xiaofeng, his growth has exceeded my expectations, and the result has subverted my cognition even more. I really look forward to what kind of surprises he will bring me again. Maybe the monk will dominate the entire Tianyun Continent. The day is not far!"

Ying Long's body and mind had never been more relaxed, and gradually his mind entered a state of emptiness.

For thousands of years, Yinglong has been trapped in a palm-sized basement, which is painful and fatal for any swordsman. This is also Yinglong's way of swordsmanship for thousands of years. The main reason for little increase in rules.

Otherwise, after thousands of years, even a sword cultivator with the worst qualifications will be able to comprehend a hundred or so rules of the sword.

Of course, Yinglong has not lived in vain for thousands of years. Although he did not understand too many rules of swordsmanship, his accumulation is beyond the reach of ordinary swordsmen. The sublimation came instantly.

In the outside world, after seeing Ying Long's eyes closed, some witch masters and witch kings took the opportunity to rush over. Together with them, there were their own trump card Gu worms, each of which was comparable in strength to another master witch and witch king. Witch King.

Chen Feng and the others also noticed the situation here. Just as they were about to rush over to support, Chen Feng suddenly turned around and stopped Ying Xuerong, Kui Xin and the others who wanted to approach.

"Don't go there yet, Elder Long will be fine." Chen Feng stopped Ying Xuerong and Kui Xin and said.

There was a lot of blood on Kui Xin's body, and she looked aggressive. After being stopped by Chen Feng, she immediately said angrily: "Chen Feng! Get out of the way, the ancestor of Yinglong is about to be attacked by someone, stop me!" do what?!"

Although Ying Xuerong didn't speak, her eyes were full of anxiety. If it wasn't for Chen Feng who stopped her, she would have made a move a long time ago.

Chen Feng was not dissatisfied with Kui Xin's tone, but patiently explained: "Feel Long Lao's aura yourself, do you have a particularly sharp feeling?"

"Huh?" Kui Xin was taken aback.

After she felt the aura of Ying Long, she was stunned.

She has always thought that aura can only be divided into strength and weakness, and there is no other mode other than that. Now it seems that aura is not only strong or weak, but also has more hidden information that can be expressed, such as the sense of sharpness on Yinglong's body now.

"This is the old ancestor?" Kui Xin calmed down.

"If my guess is correct, Mr. Long should have had a chance and is in the state of epiphany." Chen Feng said.

Epiphany, this is a state that every monk can enter in any stage of cultivation. In this state, the monk's perception and improvement of his own cultivation have reached the peak, and often it can be worth dozens or hundreds of years in a day. Cultivation, some people with good talents can add more in this year.

It's just that there are tens of thousands of monks in the four continents, but very few of them can enter the state of epiphany.

At this time, Ying Long's state seemed to be extremely enlightened, and his epiphany this time was obviously comprehending the rules of the sword, which could be felt from the sharp aura on his body.

If Chen Feng's guess is correct, Yinglong is surrounded by sword rules, large and small. The first thing those witch kings and master witches have to face after rushing over is these sword rules surrounding Yinglong!

Sure enough, when Chen Feng's idea just came into being, those witch kings and master witches approached Ying Long, and the stranger who rushed to the front even showed a ferocious smile.

At the critical moment, Kui Xin and Ying Xuerong instinctively wanted to rush forward, but found that Chen Feng was still blocking them.

At this moment, the face of the Witch King rushing to the front was suddenly split in two, and even the ferocious smile on his face was split into two broken parts in an instant. The body of the famous Witch King fell apart as if cut by a sharp sword.

The Witch King, who was fine one second, turned into a pile of indistinguishable pieces of meat the next second, and the few people behind him didn't even have time to react, and they followed in his footsteps in an instant.

Looking at the pile of scattered meat beside Ying Long, Ying Xuerong and Kui Xin turned pale with fright.

"Now, do you know why I stopped you?" Chen Feng shrugged and said.

The two women nodded unconsciously.

Fortunately, Chen Feng stopped him.

Looking at Yinglong in the epiphany, it seems that he doesn't feel anything

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