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"Hiss -"

Once again, the friars with a radius of 100 meters were emptied, and Chen Feng's side became a vacuum again.

At the time of a cup of tea just now, there were not 10000 or 8000 monks killed by Chen Feng's Liuhe sword array. The domineering of the Six Harmonies sword array finally appeared at the moment.

"Whew -"

Just this time, a whistling sound sounded, and Chen Feng suddenly felt a palpitation.

That's a crisis of death!

"Chen Feng, be careful!" With a roar, Jin Guang killed the friar of Tiandi sect in front of him and rushed towards Chen Feng. Although Jin Guang knows that Chen Feng is powerful, after all, the cultivation in the early stage of the robbery is there. I'm afraid he can't resist the attack of the strong in the Mahayana period.

However, the distant water can't save the near fire. The scream is very close to Chen Feng.

This is a sword light, a powerful sword light!

Chen Feng knows that the other party's Mahayana masters can't see it anymore. If Chen Feng is allowed to kill like this, 500000 Tiandi monks will be killed soon!

Chen Feng and Yu Guang have seen the figure behind the sword light. It is a young, middle-aged man with the peak strength in the early stage of Mahayana.

"Boy, you've killed enough. Now, how about dying?" The green faced middle-aged man smiled coldly, with a strong sense of killing on his face.

"Whew -" the sword light has been pasted on Chen Feng's clothes. The next moment, it is time to pierce Chen Feng.

"Crackle -"

At the critical moment, Chen Feng's footsteps moved violently, and thunder appeared under his feet.

At the same time, the green faced middle-aged flying sword also pierced Chen Feng.

"No!" At the next moment, the face of the middle-aged man suddenly changed and his body retreated wildly. Because the Chen Feng he pierced soon blurred and turned out to be just a remnant.

"It's too late to react now!" Chen Feng's voice sounded coldly. Together with it, there was an earth shaking sound of sword roaring.

At the next moment, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed, his face stiffened, and his body suddenly stopped.

On his chest, a long dark sword just showed a sword tip, and blood dripped down the sword tip.

"How is that possible?" When things came to an end, Qingmian middle-aged still couldn't believe he would die.

"You should not despise me when you die!" Chen Feng's wrist moved, and the broken sky sword twisted immediately. The green faced middle-aged body was immediately torn apart and killed together with Yuan Ying.

Monk Mahayana, die! The green faced monk began to fall in the wa