Emperor of Eternals

Chapter 60
"Dust to dust, dust to dust."

Leng Feng held his head up, his brows were sinister, and there was neither sadness nor joy in his pitch-black eyes, but there was an invincible look of contempt quietly emerging.

A slightly low murmuring sound instantly resounded in the surrounding air.

The shadow was in the sky, and the stench was tangy, but the iron corpse of Bai Kun's imperial envoy had already rushed in front of him. As long as it advanced a little further, it could pierce and tear Leng Feng's cheek.

It's a pity that if you have time, the end of the world is just a stone's throw away.

"Slaying the sky and drawing the sword technique: the sky-shattering kill!"

"The blue lotus blooms!"

The sword blares out of its sheath, flashing on and off in an instant, Leng Feng launched two attacks in one go.

But seeing, the infinite sharpness soaring to the sky, wrapped in extremely rich wood-attribute vitality, was four or five feet in length, cutting across Leng Feng's front, resisting the iron corpse's advance.

Then, the infinitely sharp Sword Slash changed at a very high speed, and in the invisible state of emerald green, blossoming blue lotus flowers bloomed, floating in mid-air.

Lotus flowers bloomed, surrounding the iron corpse, and in an instant, the iron corpse with strong defense was cut into tiny pieces like thin paper.

At the same time, Bai Kun, who was not far from the iron corpse, was cut off by Qinglian before he even had time to utter a scream, leaving only blood mist and corpses scattered all over the sky.

In recent days, Leng Feng has been promoted to the cultivation level of the late first stage of transformation, supplemented by the re-advanced sky-slashing swordsmanship and Qinglian swordsmanship.

The strength that erupted in an instant was extremely terrifying, how could a mere Bai Kun resist?
From the beginning to the end, he didn't pay attention to Bai Kun. If it wasn't for the fact that Bai Kun was such an annoying fly, Leng Feng wouldn't even waste his time pinching him.

After finishing Bai Kun, Leng Feng put away his sword and stood where he was, with no intention of going to help others.

Not to mention Yao Ji, as for Li Mao, as long as he tried his best, it would not be too difficult to kill Zhou Jian.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Leng Feng beheading Bai Kun in an instant, Zhao Zhijing, while secretly startled, even cursed Bai Kun as a waste.

Tangtang's spirit body aptitude is such that he can't even block Leng Feng's three moves and two moves.

But he was only thinking for a moment, because he himself was in big trouble.

When he saw a white fox on Leng Feng's shoulders flying towards him, he was still thinking that Leng Feng was at his wit's end and let mere demon pets come to stop him.

As soon as the light in the pupils turned, the imperial envoy had to completely crush the white fox with earth attribute heaven and earth vitality.

However, in his field of vision, the white fox twisted slightly, and easily avoided his attack.

Moreover, it wasn't just one time, whenever his attack came out, the white fox could always easily dodge it.

At this time, how could Zhao Zhijing not understand that the white fox demon pet in front of him was definitely not an ordinary thing, otherwise, An Neng would have such a miraculous performance.

Just when he was thinking about how to deal with it, Yao Ji was already impatient, and originally wanted to play with the ants in front of him, but the level difference was too big, it was really boring.

"It's not fun, it's fun to be like the master."

Yao Ji glanced at Leng Feng who was not far away with an indifferent expression, smiled coquettishly in her heart, and then started to fight back.

In an instant, Yao Ji's figure changed, but it turned into a white jade giant elephant like a hill in an instant.

I saw Yu Linxiang stepping on his foot, and the entire huge figure appeared in front of Zhao Zhijing in an instant, and then he stepped down hard!

"Ah, don't—"

As if the sky was falling, Zhao Zhijing screamed in panic and trembling, and fled crazily with his footwork and speed.

But everything was in vain, the elephant's hoof fell, the earth trembled, and there was no such person as Zhao Zhijing in the world.

There was only a puddle of blood, deep in the mud.

In a short period of time, Zhao Zhijing and Bai Kun died one after another. It was really like two flies being crushed to death by Leng Feng and Yao Ji.

Zhou Jian, who had witnessed this scene with his own eyes, was heartbroken at this moment. He thought he was just helping Bai Kun casually, so as to win the appreciation and gift of the elders of the Taoist lineage.

Unexpectedly, this time his little greed would step directly into the shadow of death, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment, Zhou Jian used all his strength to cast the golden wind kick, and fled towards the distance.

But how could Li Mao let him leave just like that, his master Leng Feng, and Yao Ji had finished off their opponents.

If he can't achieve something, what qualifications does he have to face his master?

With his own kung fu running, the golden blade of the middle-grade spiritual weapon in his hand was raised towards the sky, chopping and slashing down.

In an instant, the endless swarm of metallic heaven and earth vitality surged across the sky, and integrated and turned into a huge golden knife mountain four or five feet in size, pressing down hard.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!". . .

The roar was endless, and the mighty power of the golden mountain crushed the air continuously and exploded, shattering the air.

The next second, the ground trembled and blood splashed. Zhou Jian, who was only concerned with running away, had no time to resist Li Mao's all-out attack, and was killed by a blow.

. . .

In the northwest peninsula, there are many shops and pavilions, and there are also a lot of spiritual fields and medicine fields cultivated by ordinary people.

But this place, which has always been peaceful and stable, is now being slaughtered, soaked in blood, and stumps are everywhere.

Even though most of the range is protected by formations, the scene is still in a state of panic and panic.

As far as the eye can see, there are about hundreds of deacon disciples who are in the realm of transformation below the third heaven, resisting the invasion and attack of the East Sea monster.

The rest of the Houtian Realm disciples, casual cultivators, and mortals packed up the items in the shop and evacuated in a panic.

The situation at this time can only be said to be supportable, but if this mission really only has this intensity, then it is not considered dangerous.

After watching for a while, Leng Feng and Li Mao were ready to rush into the battlefield.

However, at this moment, someone stopped them.

"You two came to support from Tingtao Pavilion, right?"

A disciple of the Sword Immortal lineage with bushy eyebrows and big eyes asked Leng Feng and the others after beheading more than a dozen East Sea monsters in the Houtian Realm with one sword.

Hearing this, Leng Feng nodded: "Not bad."

"Great, where are the other supporting disciples?"

Wu Shufeng couldn't wait to speak. He had sent the message of asking for help for a long time, but now that the rescue is finally here, how can he not feel urgent and excited?
If there is support from the dispatched soldiers, they will be able to minimize the final loss of the evacuation.

"In addition to the two of us, Elder Hai Chao also sent Zhao Zhijing and other three brothers to come, but when they came, Zhao Zhijing and three brothers separated from us."

"Haven't they arrived by now?"

Leng Feng said to Wu Shufeng suspiciously.

"What, there are only five of you in support, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

Wu Shufeng was so angry that he almost jumped his feet. His request for help only got five fellow disciples, isn't this too childish?

Moreover, three of them were missing, and he didn't know what to say!

If he lost his temper with Leng Feng, there was no good reason, after all, it was Elder Hai Chao who gave the order and had nothing to do with Leng Feng.

"Senior brother, stop talking, we are going to join the battle."

As he spoke, Leng Feng and Li Mao rushed into the battlefield one after another.

Only Wu Shufeng was left standing there alone, stomping his feet and yelling bitterly: "Go to the fuck for support, sending two people here is just for the sake of sending two elders here!"

"Senior Brother Wu, has the Zongmen's support arrived? The attacks of these monsters are getting more and more fierce."

"Yes, Senior Brother Wu!"

"...!"

"Hehe, Zongmen support, here we come, aren't those two the ones!"

Wu Shufeng said angrily, and continued to fight.

But the other sect disciples who heard the words, caught sight of Leng Feng and the two, immediately began to shout and curse.

"Fuck it, is this called support?"

"Supported by two first-tier disciples who have transformed into a mortal state, do you have the nerve to send them here?"

"Two supporters, get out of here, we don't need any trash here to make trouble!"

"...!"

(End of this chapter)