Chapter 83 Who still has questions?

Author: Tai Sheng Shui

Chapter 83 Who still has questions?

Luo Furong ordered: "Kill the enemy and fight!"

The foundation-building coercion on her body spread instantly, and everyone felt the power of this aura. Their hearts trembled, and they felt more at ease. They roared and rushed towards the sea beasts: "Kill!"

But the next second, Luo Furong shouted again: "Back off, extend the front line, stay away from the seaside, so that the advantages of these sea beasts cannot be used, and the enemy can be lured deeper, but you cannot escape before the battle, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"

Xie Huan's secret message told her to make adjustments immediately.

More than seventy monks immediately ran back, moving the defense line back.

Some of those sea beasts stayed on the beach and rolled up the waves, and some of them controlled the sea water, forming a momentum of flying into the air, and pounced on everyone, and some went directly to the shore and killed them on the island.

More than twenty spirit boats arrived in an instant and swooped down from the sky.

"Yan Feng!"

Suddenly a monk shouted loudly. It was Zhang Jun, the captain of the 35th team. He made a seal with his left hand in front of him. He held his right hand in the void and released his fingers. A large amount of spiritual soil spilled out of his palm and floated to the earth.

The ground trembled with a "rumbling" and cracked instantly. Countless huge stone peaks broke out of the ground like giant bamboo shoots, stabbing into the sky and crushing the spirit boats that swooped down.

The ground collapsed, as if hundreds of cubic meters of underground rock and soil were directly removed.

The expressions of the spirit boat monks all changed, and they jumped up one after another, turned into streaks of light, and killed them.

Those spirit boats collided with the stone peaks and exploded. Only one hovered motionless, shrouded in a hazy golden light, making it impossible to detect the scene inside.

Xie Huan took a moment to sense and estimated the number of the opponents. They were in the early 100s and none of them had built a foundation. He took out the Ice Cliff Sword and followed Zhao Shuifan and others to kill them.

He did not exert all his strength, and most of his consciousness was paying attention to the entire battlefield to avoid changes.

After all, the power shown by the five factions alliance is too weak, and it is unlikely to be all.

But even so, the monks on the opposite side, who were his opponents, all received their lunch boxes upon meeting him, and then received their inheritance.

"Brother, how do you return to your original nature and keep your sword skills as simple as possible?"

Xu Wei stayed close to him, harvesting heads and asked with a smile.

In her eyes, these Qi Refining cultivators are no different from trash.

"Secret, I want to know how to exchange it with five keys."

Xie Huan was too lazy to pay attention to her and continued to strike one sword at a time. Even if he was at the same level in the late stage of Qi refining, he still couldn't get out a sword in his hands.

"Huh, if you don't say it, don't say it. You're stingy. When I wield a hundred million swords, I don't need any secrets, and I can return to my original nature and achieve simplicity."

Xu Wei held a short blade in one hand and a golden round shield in the other. She quickly shuttled around Xie Huan, almost every move.

"You are quite smart."

Xie Huan smiled and glanced at the spirit boat hovering in the void. Most of the leaders of the five faction alliances were inside.

Luo Furong took out her fighting weapon and stood on the battlefield, motionless.

As the commander-in-chief, she will not let things go easily.

Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the spirit boat. It flickered and reached the sky above the battlefield. Inside was a man in Taoist robes, carrying red and white swords on his back. As soon as his figure turned, he shot out two sword auras, pointing directly at Xie Huan.

It was Zhao Qingfeng, the strong foundation builder of the Five Factions Alliance and the person in charge of the northern war zone. He was watching the battle on the spirit boat and saw that there was only one foundation builder on the other side, and from the appearance, it should be Luo Qingfeng, who had just built the foundation not long ago.

Furong, immediately felt at ease.

There are more than a hundred of them and more than seventy of the opponent. They are absolutely overwhelming in terms of numbers. With the help of sea beasts, even if the victory is not guaranteed, at least the upper hand is assured.

Unexpectedly, the situation was a little different from what he thought. It didn't take long for more than twenty people to lie down on his side, half of them were caused by the man with the ice sword and the woman with the veil.

Zhao Qingfeng was shocked and immediately noticed Xie Huan's extraordinary ability. He made a prompt decision and used his teleportation technique to come directly to the battlefield and launch a sneak attack with the Foundation Establishment Lord in order to kill Xie Huan.

But the moment the teleporting golden light appeared, Luo Furong also moved. With a dance of his sword, he struck at Zhao Qingfeng with the force of sweeping thousands of troops.

Zhao Qingfeng's expression changed drastically. Why did this woman react so quickly?

Little did he know that half of Luo Furong's attention was staring at him on the spirit boat, and half at Xie Huan and Xu Wei on the battlefield. Seeing the two of them fighting side by side, she couldn't tell whether she was envious or jealous, so the difference was less than an instant, and they were almost on the same page.

Zhao Qingfeng took action at the same time.

Half of Xie Huan's attention was also on the spirit boat. When the golden light flashed, he sensed the danger. The sword intent rushed out crazily, the cold air flashed in the void, and with a "bang", he blocked the two sword lights.

He was so shocked that he stepped back continuously, his arms felt numb for a while, but the power of this sword also revealed the opponent's reality. In the early stage of foundation building, he was at the same level as Luo Furong.

Zhao Qingfeng was horrified when he saw that the sneak attack failed.

The sword energy of his two swords, let alone a sneak attack, even if it was a frontal attack, could not be caught by the refining energy. Before he could think about it carefully, Zhan Ge's fierce power came down on his head and face.

He was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away. At the same time, he unsheathed his swords and slashed at Na Ge Guang.

"Boom!"

As soon as the two foundation builders fought, a terrifying afterglow shook, and the surrounding monks hurriedly ran away to avoid being affected.

As soon as Zhao Qingfeng stabilized his figure, a burst of black energy suddenly hit his face, and he hurriedly slashed away with his sword.

"Zheng!"

The sword cut into the black air and split it open. It seemed to be empty inside.

Suddenly, there was a "quacking" sound in the upper half of the black air, and a head rushed out, biting his shoulder with a "quacking" sound, and blood spurted out.

"ah!"

Zhao Qingfeng screamed, and hurriedly struck the head with a sword with his other hand, making several "bang bang" sounds, leaving only a little mark on the head.

"Quack." The head was bitten deeper and more vigorously, with a weird smile on his face.

What was even more frightening was that Luo Furong's second blow came right in front of him. He ignored his head and hurriedly swung his sword to meet the attack. He cut several triangular sword marks in front of him, connected them with each other, and slashed forward.

And just when he swung the sword with all his strength, the head suddenly jumped up and bit his neck, its "chi" teeth embedded in his blood vessels.

"ah!--"

Zhao Qingfeng went crazy with pain and hurriedly ran away.

As soon as he took off into the air, a streak of frost flashed in front of his eyes. Xie Huan affixed a flying talisman, with light wings on his back. He was finishing a sword strike, and then looked at him indifferently.

Zhao Qingfeng rolled his eyes in disbelief and looked down. He did not dare to lower his head for fear that his head would roll off.

"Are you really in the late stage of Qi refining?"

Zhao Qingfeng said with difficulty. Every time he said a word, blood overflowed from his neck, and a circle of blood slowly appeared.

"Human beings are small after all, and there are too many helplessness in life, so there is nothing to worry about and nothing to rest in peace."

Xie Huan reached out and grabbed all the storage bags and swords on his body.

Zhao Qingfeng's head finally collapsed with a "bang" and flew away into the distance. Blood poured out of his neck like a fountain, and he fell to the ground.

"king……"

Zhao Qingfeng gritted his teeth and spat out the last word, looked into the air angrily, and stopped completely.

When the monks from the Five Factions Alliance saw their leader appear on the stage, his handsome head separated within three seconds. They were all frightened to the point of gasping for air. They were all so frightened that they couldn't even think of fighting, and they all ran away as if they collapsed.

The light wings behind Xie Huan dispersed and fell back to the ground. He stared in the direction that Zhao Qingfeng was staring at before he died. Strong energy ripples came from the void, and at the same time there was laughter: "Don't even run away! Kill anyone who escapes.

die!"

"Boom!"

A huge brown warship rushed out of the void, and the powerful spiritual pressure shocked several monks who fled in front to death, spurting out blood and broken internal organs, and flew out like pieces of paper.

"Zhao Qingfeng is dead. I am the supreme commander of you guys. Come on, the lucky ones of the Five Factions Alliance, I will quickly approve you to join the Black Wind Pirate Group. Kill, kill these Tian Lei Sect's garbage!"

There was a ripple in the air, and a man in black robes appeared above the battlefield, with long hair flowing and a sinister smile on his lips. His coercion enveloped the entire place, and everyone in the five alliances was frightened, and no one dared to escape.

"Wang Han, we agreed to attack together, but we were hiding it and you were hiding it. Why did you wait until my uncle died before you came out? Aren't you betraying your trust and betraying your comrades?"

A monk held his sword and shouted angrily, unable to hold back tears.

He is a son of the Zhao family, and the entire Zhao family is protected by Zhao Qingfeng. Now that Zhao Qingfeng is dead, it is like a tree falling down and a wall collapsing. Although he is afraid, he is still filled with grief and anger and speaks angrily.

"Good question."

Wang Han glanced at him and suddenly reached out to grab him. The monk screamed and his head flew up. Wang Han caught him and held it in his palm. Looking at the frightened, angry and tearful face, he laughed and said:

"I suddenly had a stomachache and went to squat temporarily. Is this an acceptable excuse?"

"Bang!"

He grabbed it with five fingers and the head exploded into pieces.

"Next question."

Wang Han looked down with a ferocious smile.

"Hey!" Everyone was silent, with chills running down their spines, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

"It seems there is no problem."

Wang Han grinned and said, "Then charge and kill as many as you can. If you can't kill more than one person, kill yourself."
To be continued...