A crystal-clear arm, like a newborn baby, grew directly from the old monk's arm. The new arm was incompatible with the old monk's thin and wrinkled body, making the picture look very strange.

"Let's go together!" A strong-willed monk shouted in the crowd.

"Yes, let's take action together and see how he resisted it!" The people from Qingyang League said one after another, and the blood and energy of hundreds of monks were superimposed together, making them so powerful!

"Damn it, peel him off and throw him into the alchemy furnace to refine him to death!" Many people gritted their teeth and all sacrificed weapons, including ordinary magic weapons, high-quality magic weapons, and some high-quality magic weapons and spiritual magic weapons. Hundreds of weapons shine brightly, and the momentum alone makes people afraid.

In the hall of the Demon Temple, dazzling lights were blooming. All magic weapons of various colors were hanging up in the air and floating above the monk's heads, including immortal swords, feather fans, whisks, gourds, and all kinds of strange things. Every monk's weapons condensed with his soul were different, which made people dazzled.

The old monk who had just grown a right arm said in a deep voice: "Be careful, the hammer in that kid's hand is very strange. As long as the soul weapon is smashed by it, it will not only seriously damage the soul, but may even die directly."

"They carry one head with two shoulders. Who is afraid of whom? Let's go together and see how he resists it?" Many young monks from Qingyang League are full of energy, and they are numerous and powerful. A monk from the third level of Xuan position is not worth fearing.

"Miscellaneous, die!"

A monk wielded a long flame whip. This person was one of the five psychic strongmen in Qingyang League present. However, if Lie Tian was removed, he should be one of the four psychic cultivators. His cultivation level was in the first level of psychic realm, but he was on the front line of strength than Lie Tian.

"Bang!"

The long whip burned with raging flames and rushed towards him quickly, even the void was shattered, causing a sound of wind and a hot wave of heat!

Faced with the long whip that could be infinitely extended from afar, Han Feng's response was simple and rough. With his left hand, he grabbed the whip with flames tightly into his palm. He was the ancient Xuanbing Divine Body, and his body was covered in cold air. How could he be afraid of such a flame?

"I can't burn him?" The monk who was driving the long whip of flames felt distressed in his heart. He finally realized that this kid was not only powerful but also had a strong and perverted body.

The old monk from Qingyang League couldn't help but twitch his face slightly and said in a deep voice: "It seems that we have met a strong enemy. I will definitely be a young leader in the Middle Ages in the future!"

Han Feng sneered, "Hmph, I didn't freeze you to death, you just want to burn me?"

Suddenly, a stream of air that made people cold to their bones emanated from Han Feng's body. The flame on the long whip he grabbed in his left hand was instantly blown by the cold current, and the long whip condensed into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading rapidly to the other end of the long whip.

"This..." The monk who was driving the long whip only felt a biting cold from his right arm that grabbed the whip. He couldn't help but shivering in his heart. Looking around, the whip that stretched for dozens of meters long had all formed thick ice strips, and his arms began to coagulate into ice. The blood in the blood vessels stagnated and became cold.

Seeing this, the old monk's eyelids twitched and he shouted: "Hurry up, put down the long whip!"

"No, I can't move..." The middle-aged monk who was driving the long whip looked panicked and couldn't help but curse in his heart. Who is this guy? Not only is his body strong, but his body can also emit a cold wave.

"Oh, it seems that you can only cut off your right arm." The old monk sighed, and his turbid eyes immediately became extremely sharp. He took out a sharp long sword from the storage ring, and waved his right hand and cut off one of the middle-aged monk's arms.

"No...no..." The middle-aged man screamed repeatedly. If his right arm was cut off, he would not be able to live like an old monk. If he wanted to re-cultivate the broken arm, he could only rely on the spiritual treasures of the heaven and earth. However, no immortal medicine at the seventh level or above level does not have the effect of re-casting the physical body. The seventh level of immortal medicine is also a peerless immortal treasure in Zhongzhou. How can he be qualified to take it like a monk?

"puff!"

Unfortunately, there was no time to stop it. A bloody light shot out, more than one meter high. The man's entire arm fell to the ground and gradually became colder. The middle-aged monk's face became very pale and bloodless. One of his right arm was cut off, which directly made him lose his combat power.

"If you don't cut off your right arm, you will be frozen." The old monk shook his head, his expression very cold. Unexpectedly, hundreds of people in the Qingyang League were bullied so by a young monk from the third level of Xuan position!

"Kill!" His eyes were filled with blood, and he shouted, old and distant, echoing in the vast temple of the demon clan.

"Kill!" Hundreds of monks from Qingyang League's eyes were red, their shouts shook the mountains and rivers, and their power was scary.

“Clusters of clusters…”

Hundreds of magic weapons rushed towards Han Feng at a very fast speed, and there was an uninterrupted sound of breaking through the air.

Above the hall, there was a bright light, and the magic weapons in the sky bloomed with colorful brilliance, dazzling and even Han Feng couldn't help but frown.

"Now Han Feng is in trouble. Hundreds of magic weapons are used to move them together. Even if his flesh is strong, he will probably be smashed into meat paste." Ouyang Xi sighed or was happy, but it was a pity that such a shocking genius died. What was happy was that Qingyang Alliance solved a powerful enemy in the future for him.

"Hmph, it depends on how capable you are to block the attacks of hundreds of monks from my Qingyang League!" The older monk shouted coldly.

Hundreds of weapons attacked, like a wave, with a magnificent momentum. The pressure alone was not something that ordinary monks could withstand. Han Feng jumped and jumped into the sky. He drove the ancient sky-turning hammer in his hand, and knocked the first purple gold spear into pieces with one hammer.

"boom!"

He hit another backhand and smashed a jade bowl.

Among the hundreds of people in Qingyang League, the owners of the two weapons all spit out a mouthful of soul and blood. These magic weapons are their soul weapons. Once the weapons are broken, the soul will be seriously injured. Moreover, Han Feng's ancient sky-flipping hammer has a demonic energy that is very strange. It can destroy the weapons and devour the power of the soul of his master.

"puff."

The expressions on the faces of the two monks became ferocious, and they spit out their essence and blood, and finally their bodies were dry and dead.

"Damn, the hammer in that kid's hand is too evil. The weapon hit and the master's soul seem to be sucked dry." The idle monk who was watching the battle was trembling in his heart, and he couldn't help but retreat.

"But even if the weapons in his hand are evil, they cannot smash hundreds of weapons at the same time?" One person asked.

The old monk from Qingyang League looked at hundreds of weapons smashing them away, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, shouting: "Hmph, even if you are strong in body, you cannot withstand the bombardment of so many spiritual weapons at the same time!"

"It's not your final word for whether you can withstand it!" Han Feng counterattacked vigorously. His right hand condensed essence and carved a series of runes in the void. The runes were radiant and radiant, and they changed in all kinds of changes. They were so mysterious.

Suddenly he shouted, "The Great Dao Array Pattern, the sealing array is opened!"

An extremely huge "卡" appeared in the corner of the formation pattern in the void, full of mysterious aura.

Han Feng waved the vibration pattern with his big hand, and a word "风" appeared in his right hand, and he grabbed hundreds of weapons in the void like a tide. He grabbed them one by one by one by one by one by him with his palm, and used the power of the "风" formation to reduce the weapon hundreds of times and become like a grain of dust and sand.

"This is impossible. He can actually capture so many weapons from the air?" The monks of Qingyang League looked frightened. Once they lose their weapons, they will be like tigers who have lost their teeth, losing at least half of their combat power.

Han Feng felt that he couldn't grab it all with his right hand, so he grabbed it with his left hand. Hundreds of attacking soul weapons were quickly taken into his bag and stored in the space jade perch. He smiled and said, "There is nothing impossible!"

"Hurry back the weapons to us!" The Qingyang League people were even more anxious when they saw Han Feng put his weapons into the storage jade pendant, and shouted out directly.

"Hahahaha." Han Feng suddenly felt funny and said, "Have you ever seen someone give a knife to the enemy and then ask the enemy to stab him?"

Many young people who had just gotten angry and were confused about their brains challenged: "What kind of guys are you going to take away all our weapons? You have a kind of head-on fight!"

"What nonsense to him? Without weapons, you can still smash the mouth of this bastard!" A monk from the first level of psychic cultivator shouted.

"Battleman? Who are you talking about?" Han Feng asked indifferently.

The monk who scolded said, "Who are you, a bastard, if you have the ability, come and smoke me?"

Behind him were hundreds of Qingyang League cultivators. Han Feng came over and faced the physical attacks of hundreds of people. Even if he had the formation patterns that sealed the weapons, he should not have the formation patterns that sealed the people? This person's intention to provoke Han Feng so much was obvious.

Does Han Feng dare to rush into the position of hundreds of monks alone?

"Bang!"

Before everyone could think about this question, a slap mark appeared on the face of the psychic monk. The formation was unparalleled in the world and was extremely fast. Moreover, he was an ancient divine body, and he was a single-handed person. What could he do when facing hundreds of people?

"Is there a kind of saying it?" Han Feng's right hand was like a pliers, grabbing the monk's throat tightly. The man's feet were already hanging in the air, and Han Feng was grabbed like a chicken.

The voice is very cold, making people feel like they have fallen into an ice hole.

"Uh... let go of me... I dare to go against Qingyang Alliance, you will die very...uh... miserable." As soon as the monk finished speaking, Han Feng pointed out his soul and destroyed it, his eyes widened and he died.

"Who else wants me to go over and suck his mouth?" Han Feng looked at the Qingyang League cultivators around him. The light in his eyes seemed to penetrate everything, which made many people feel scared.

The oldest monk in Qingyang League had a terrifying look. He said with a decisive word and word: "Boy, you are involved in a big deal. When I go and tell you about this, my Qingyang League will not let you go!"

Han Feng smiled cruelly and took a step forward with his right foot, "No one of you wants to go out alive, let alone informing you of this."
Chapter completed!