During the flight, the entire string of Buddhist beads automatically became a round shape. The beads emitted a brilliant golden light, and the energy was entangled with each other, like a large golden net, blocking in front of the blue short gun.

In this way, the sharp edge of the blue short spear was trained without any surprises, and it slashed hard on the golden net.

Sharp!

A sharp and harsh sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded like a sharp sword, directly piercing into people's mind.

Chen Feng felt uncomfortable and was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

The blue short spear in his hand trembled and collapsed immediately.

The golden net formed by the Buddhist beads also trembled, but it immediately returned to its original state, and there seemed to be no damage.

This made Chen Feng frown and he suddenly felt much more stressed.

He had never seen the other party's background clearly before, so he guessed that this old guy's strength was unfathomable.

Now it seems that this is true!

Even though the attack just now did not use all its strength, it used eight points of its strength, and its impact on the opponent was so slim.

Next, I'm afraid I'll have to go through a hard battle!

On the other hand, when the thick arc hit the old monk Huanxiling, the other party waved his palm and slapped a greasy air.

Compared with the flower dragon, the strange aura emitted by this demon monk is so condensing that it is so great.

Even if lightning is its nemesis, it will be difficult to eliminate it for a while.

Finally, after mutual consumption, they both dissipated invisible.

It means that Chen Feng's attack did not cause any damage to the opponent.

All the first fights were defeated.

"Little donor, if you want to deal with me at the same time with your strength, I'm afraid it's impossible, so I'd better surrender!"

The old monk Long Qi controlled the Buddhist bead net and continued to float in the air, staring at Chen Feng with his eyes narrowed and shook his head slightly.

"Not bad! Boy, I advise you not to make unnecessary resistance anymore! I bow my head and confess my sins, and think of my Buddha's mercy, and maybe I can spare your life!"

The demon monk from Huanxiling glanced at Chen Feng with disdain, walked up, his eyes full of cold murderous intent.

"Who said that Brother Feng is the only one? With me, your chances of winning may not be much higher!"

At this time, Murong Xue came to Chen Feng and stared at the two of them angrily, with her face turning ashen.

Then, she turned her eyes to Chen Feng again, and guilt appeared on her face.

"Brother Feng, are you okay? What happened before... I'm all blamed for my lack of strength..."

"It's okay! As long as you're fine!"

Chen Feng smiled, then squinted his eyes and stared at the old monk Longqi, and sighed slightly.

"Master Longqi, don't bluff. Your so-called saint has already revealed everything before. With your current physical condition, I'm afraid I can't withstand several major tricks, right?"

"I bet on you that after three strikes, your strength will definitely fall! At that time, will everything be used as a wedding dress for the master beside you? Tsk tsk, the title of the sect leader of the Tantric Sect and the name of the saint, it's a pity!"

"Boy, don't talk nonsense!"

When the old monk Long Qi heard this, his face suddenly changed.

Although he denied it, he subconsciously glanced at the old monk Huanxiling beside him, and there was obviously a little more alert in his eyes.

"What? Don't admit it? After living for a long time, your body is decayed, and birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, and there is nothing to be ashamed of! The reason why you hide is that you are afraid that the one around you will pick peaches?"
Chapter completed!