Tang Xiaofeng took Lin Wanru to those slaughtered villages. Those guys were indeed cruel enough. Every time they slaughtered a village, they would write "The Murderer Tang Xiaofeng". Although such blood words may not make people believe that he is the murderer, he does not want to make himself a topic in Lingnan.

He erased the blood words from those villages and buried the villagers. Although these people were not killed by him, to some extent, they died because of him. One of the village girls died in great tragic death. He guessed that she was the woman with the same name and surname as him. Although she only had the same name and surname, the rabbit died and the fox was sad, and the things hurt their kind. He was still a little sad.

When he arrived at the last village, an ominous feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

He hugged Lin Wanru and flew away, but it was too late.

Four men in white robes fell from the sky and divided into four corners to trap him. The four men were extremely tall, twenty or thirty feet long. They had to look up to see their faces, but they were not strong enough to look like bamboo poles and felt extremely strange. The white clothes on their bodies were spotless, and the four of them looked down at Tang Xiaofeng, giving him an inexplicable strong pressure.

Tang Xiaofeng said coldly: "The four saints of the Zunsheng Gate, the forest, the wind and the fire?" He only heard these four people from Jiang Qinghai's mouth not long ago, but he did not expect to meet them so soon.

Zunsheng Gate is located in Linwu Mountain, which ranks ninth among the ten cave heavens. Linwu Mountain is also called "Youshen Youxu Cave Heaven". Zunsheng Gate has always been mysterious. No one in the outside world knows which "saint" they are esteemed. The only thing they know is that people who come out of Zunsheng Gate have incredible magical powers, and ordinary swordsmen and immortal cultivators dare not provoke them.

Dongfang Yiren said lightly: "I am the mountain saint!"

A person from the West said: "Sage Lin!"

A man from the south said, "Sage of Wind!"

A man from the north said, "Sage of Fire!"

The four of them said one sentence, and then stopped talking, as if speaking a word again was a waste.

But Tang Xiaofeng knew that any of these four people was far from being Boss Wu, and Jiang Qinghai's group of people could compare. The murderous intent and momentum they exuded was enough to make many people frightened and unable to move.

There were even phantoms everywhere. I don’t know how many disciples of the Holy Sect set up formations, and a translucent barrier covered the entire village. Tang Xiaofeng felt like a bird trapped in a cage and could no longer escape.

He squatted down with his back to Lin Wanru, and slowly said, "Cousin, come up."

Lin Wanru leaned on him, and he took out a rope, which wrapped around it like a snake a few times, wrapped Lin Wanru's waist around his back and hooked his calves in front of his waist. He asked, "Cousin, are you afraid?"

Lin Wanru hugged his neck from behind, and her soft breasts pressed her cousin's back gently. She whispered: "I was afraid, but now I'm not afraid."

She has always been very courageous.

But she knew that no matter what happened, Tang Xiaofeng would protect her, so she had no need to be afraid.

Tang Xiaofeng came out a scimitar...a long, black scimitar.

In the translucent barrier formed by the formation are those disciples of the Holy Sect who are waiting for the formation.

Among the countless disciples of the Holy Sect, there are the four Holy Sects who exuded a murderous intent.

The person trapped by the Four Saints was his cousin carrying his cousin and holding a black scimitar... He was obviously a swordsman, but he was holding a curved and long scimitar.

Can he really escape?

Shan Sheng said coldly: "Sold the five-color pen."

Tang Xiaofeng smiled and said, "So what if I don't work with you?"

The Shan Sheng stopped talking, and when he whipped his sleeve, a mountain peak fell down. Tang Xiaofeng's sword flashed, split the mountain peak, and raised his body with his cousin on his back, trying to escape from the surrounding of the Four Saints.

Feng Sheng’s left hand slapped, and the strong wind was shot.

Lin Sheng recited the mantra and the boundless chaotic trees flew out.

Fire Sheng sneered, and two fire dragons appeared on his body, not stalking towards Tang Xiaofeng, but instead circling towards Lin Shengzhao with a strong strong wind.

The Four Saints retreated, and Tang Xiaofeng thought to himself, "It's not good."

The three elements of gang wind, cold wood and mysterious fire interacted with each other, and there was only a loud bang, the earth was shaking, and the sky was dim and the earth was dark.

The explosive flame energy gathered into a round fireball, with lightning and thunder roaring inside, and strong light surging. Tang Xiaofeng and Lin Wanru were both swallowed by this amazing fireball, and they could not even see a corner of their clothes.

The four saints' faces were all cold.

No one can survive from being compressed into such a hot air, just like no water droplets can be avoided from evaporating in the desert.

But the indifference on their faces soon turned into surprise, because they actually saw the light of swords flashing in the fireball.

This is the flame energy of the sky that can even burn black iron into ashes.

That boy should have been destroyed even with his sword... But why is there a sword light?

Tang Xiaofeng was carrying Lin Wanru on his back, and the black scimitar kept flying, slight black air slashing around. The black air surged quickly with the trajectory of the scimitar flying. It was the dark and evil aura from the underworld. The dark and evil aura was originally the underworld, and the dark and evil aura came from the extremely yin place in the underworld. It was protected by the yin and coldness, and even the flame aura could not invade.

The fireball exploded, and the earth and rocks under his feet were blown out of a semicircular pit.

Tang Xiaofeng flew into the pit with his sword energy.

The four saints took action again, the five elements intertwined, and the Taoist Dharma was endless.

Tang Xiaofeng repeatedly chopped out the five essences and heavenly fire, the dark and evil aura, and the purple sword aura, and took down all their mysterious auras.

The Four Saints were shocked... The most flames and fierce heavenly fire, the most yin and cold hostility, and the most pure sword energy. They could never imagine that someone could combine these three together. This was something that could not be done.

The four saints snorted and flew around Tang Xiaofeng. They floated faster and faster, like ghosts. Tang Xiaofeng squinted his eyes and found that he could not see them in real life. This feeling was very bad. When you could not grasp the enemy's position, it would be difficult for you to respond promptly to any of the enemy's next moves.

So he drew his sword, dozens of flying swords ejected out, and shot towards the four saints' flying figures.

However, the four saints had already taken action at the same time. Four rays of light and shadow broke through the void and turned into blue dragons, white tigers, vermilion birds, and four beasts rushed towards Tang Xiaofeng angrily.

Heaven and earth divide the spirit, break the spirit and seize the emptiness.

As the four beasts appeared, the wind and rain came, and ghosts and gods were shocked.

The disciples of the Holy Sect around him felt a sense of panic and fear all day long just looking at the four saint beasts born to seize the essence of heaven and earth.

When the four beasts rushed over, Tang Xiaofeng could not resist. He pulled up and flew to the sky with his sword. However, there was a barrier on his head and four beasts broke under his feet. He fled in a panic, rushed to the middle of the disciples of the Holy Sect, killed three people in a row, and rushed forward. The four saint beasts chased him quickly, and no one could survive if the disciples they were pounced on would turn into ashes or turn into blood.

The disciples of the Zunsheng Sect dispersed one after another, but Tang Xiaofeng fled to a crowded place.

The four saints of Shan, Fire, Wind, and Lin all had expressionless expressions, and they did not take the life and death of their disciples seriously.

The four beasts chased each other too quickly, and the sword energy in Tang Xiaofeng's body was quickly consumed. He knew that this was not a solution at all, so he suddenly turned around while sweeping forward and slashed the scimitar.

The Four Saints sneered again... No matter how good the magic weapon was, it would not be able to withstand the Four Symbols and Powerful Spiritual Beast they summoned.

The divine beast Qinglong pounced in front of Tang Xiaofeng, and Tang Xiaofeng cut his sword around, and the green dragon suddenly disappeared.

The divine beast White Tiger pounced in front of Tang Xiaofeng, and Tang Xiaofeng continued to paddle randomly, but the white tiger disappeared.

The Vermilion Bird and the Teng Snake rushed to the scene at the same time, with one sharp claw blasting down, the other swallowing bloody mouth, and the claws were opened, which was extremely ferocious.

He still scratched the scimitar, and the two beasts disappeared at the same time, as if there was an invisible ghost that had swallowed them all.

The Mountain Saint, the Lin Saint, the Wind Saint, and the Fire Saint were all stunned.

They only saw the young man holding a scimitar and slashing at the air like a ghost painting talisman. A mysterious power was inexplicably generated, breaking the heavenly spirit beast they summoned. They could not figure out what was going on, so they could only be stunned.

Tang Xiaofeng also knew that the sword energy and dark evil spirit in his body had been exhausted by resisting the aura of heaven and fleeing just now. However, because he had no time to take out the five-color pen, in order to use the immortal seal to crack the four divine beasts summoned by the other party, he could only force the immortal seal to draw the immortal seal with the tip of the knife. Although he barely sent away the four beasts, his energy and mind were exhausted at this moment. At this time, he was so tired that he was suppressed by Mount Tai and could not even stand firm.

He took out a small Huandan and wanted to take it quietly.

But what kind of person are the Four Saints? I immediately saw what he was going to do, and a thought flashed through my mind at the same time... This kid couldn't hold on anymore.

The four saints took action together, and the thorns produced by the cold wood, the huge rocks transformed from the Houtu, the blade condensed by the strong wind, and the explosive flame extracted from the mysterious fire all rushed towards the young man with a golden face.

Tang Xiaofeng quickly threw Xiao Huandan into his mouth. Before it could produce effects, thorns, huge rocks, blades, and explosive flames were all bombarded.

His body suddenly twisted.

With no control, yin and yang are dislocation.

Various magical methods collided with each other, but he escaped almost incredibly and flew towards the translucent barrier covering the sky.

The four saints rose up in anger and wanted to stop him.

Although they knew that what covered the village was the secret formation of the Zunsheng Sect, the "Ten Directions Barrier" was not possible for the young man to simply escape, but at this moment, they had a strange idea that no matter what it was, they could not stump the young man.

Tang Xiaofeng took out the five-color pen like lightning and drew a picture.

The translucent barrier shattered and turned into pieces of glass scattered on the ground.

But he turned into a purple sword light on his back, broke through the air, and disappeared in an instant.
Chapter completed!