Before Chen Feng could breathe a sigh of relief, a man with a round texture kicked his head and swept his head to the side. If he hadn't been able to barely raise his arm to block it, he would have exploded on the spot when he was kicked.

Despite the blockage of his arms, Chen Feng's body was kicked away and still hit the pillar of the supporting hall.

It is obviously different from the previous battle with four late-stage powerful men in the ancient palace. In the ancient ruins of the Holy Cliff, the strong men from the Outer Saint Forest almost attacked Chen Feng one after another, and in an instant they all had killing moves.

"Bang!"

Before Chen Feng could hit the pillar of the hall and fell to the ground, he had already released the King of Zhou and helped to resist the small stone shot from an ancient slingshot.

"Master~~~"

Before Aman, who was severely injured, rescued Jia, was hit on the back by the stone hammer from the sprocket, and a bunch of blood burst out in an instant.

Relatively speaking, the defense power of beast armor on Aman's skin is already very strong. If it weren't for the support of the blood armor in the star diamond silk, Chen Feng would be unable to match.

"Boom! Boom! Boom~~~"

Just as stone hammers were wheeled out and hit Aman's strong body, the space where he was soon distorted and gradually disappeared his injured body.

"Swoosh!swoosh!swoosh~~~"

The powerful men from the Outer Saint Forest Tribe did not give Chen Feng a chance to hide behind the King of the Zhou Dynasty. Soon, several girls held swords and stabbed him in agile manner.

"Bang~~~"

As soon as Chen Feng grabbed the edge of the tripod, he avoided the sword stab and flipped it up. A small stone shot out by an ancient slingshot hit his heart accurately, completely shattering a blood armor inside a star diamond.

"roar……"

Chen Feng, who was repeatedly injured, had a blood-red murderous intent in his eyes, and he brought the enlarged King of Zhou into the air with one hand.

"Sharp~~~"

Before the power of the Zhouwang Ding exploded, a Pingtian sword energy cut off the connection between Chen Feng and Zhouwang Ding.

If it weren't for the Crown King Ding's crazy magnification, I'm afraid that this obstacle would have caused the Crown King Ding to be taken away.

"Clang~~~"

Chen Feng's big sword was fighting with a sleeve sword, but he could not withstand the rush to the wound and became broken. However, he still ruthlessly inserted the demon-subduing pestle into a woman's mouth.

"Swish~~~"

Chen Feng, who pulled out the demon-subduing pestle and flashed through a sword energy, had already seen a young man holding a long sword with white light, waiting for an opportunity to move at him in the distance.

"Boom~~~"

Chen Feng, who had an ugly dodging posture, was hit by a girl's show fist and cracked on his face in an instant.

"Everyone wants me to die, right?"

Although Chen Feng was already furious, there were too many strong men and women attacking him, and he seemed exhausted to avoid killing moves.

"Buzz~~~"

It was not until Chen Feng took out the Wood King hand ball and activated the layers of Wood King hand patterns to bloom to form protection that he could barely have a chance to breathe.

"Boom! Boom! Boom~~~"

The young man holding a long sword with white light shining on Chen Feng repeatedly, causing the Wood King tree patterns to collapse layer by layer.

"The sword weapon held by the young man is not simple, maybe it's still an ancestral weapon!" Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a vicious murderous intent.

In Chen Feng's view, the young man holding a long sword with white light was not a tribal powerhouse in the Outer Saint Forest, but a heroic cultivator in the Netherworld Plane.

“Long~~~”

As for the defense of the Wood King Hand Group, the young man holding a long sword was on the ground, and he thrust his sword at the foot and rushed towards Chen Feng, even driving the ancient pressure between heaven and earth.

The powerful sword energy surging, scattering a group of powerful men from the ancient tribe of the Outer Saint Forest, just like a fierce wind and clouds in the world, constantly colliding with the hand patterns of the Wood King.

“Woo~~~”

Just as the young man killed Chen Feng, Daocang Mountain in the depths of the ancient ruins of the Holy Cliff also shook, and it slowly transformed. It took the initiative to compete with the ancient wood monuments of Daoyun, competing for the brightness of Daoyun in the world.

"You are not the only one who owns a treasure."

The young man who rushed forward with his sword and put pressure on the Muwang hand group, said to Chen Feng with a grim smile on his face.

"It was really a mistake for me not to go to Haotian Sword Tomb."

Chen Feng, who had no time to sit cross-legged on the Muwang hand group, hugged the hand group tightly with both hands, and while retreating step by step, he completely used it as a round shield.

"Buzz~~~"
Chapter completed!