God of Nine Realms

Chapter 257
Just when Mian Qingchan jumped up and rushed to Hu Feng to launch a fierce attack, a big hand suddenly appeared from the picture, blocking Mian Qingchan's attack!
Blocking the attack with one palm, the other palm suddenly lashed out, caught Mian Qingchan by surprise, and knocked him back ten feet away!

"What the hell is this!" Mian Qingchan was taken aback.

Only at this time did he realize that there was another tall black shadow jumping out from the picture, and this figure was much stronger than other figures!
Mian Qingchan took a deep look at Hu Feng and said, "There are so many treasures at such a young age, either from a prominent family background or amazing luck. No matter which one, I can't keep you!"

"Let's talk after defeating him!" Hu Feng laughed.

Mian Qingchan let out a loud roar, pulled out the treasured sword at her waist, and attacked Yu Wuhou's ink shadow.The latter turned his fists into palms, slapped, pulled, and let go, and Mian Qingchan's full strength was completely wiped out, and there was no power at all.

"What a brilliant technique!" Mian Qingchan praised, what Mo Ying used was only the most basic basic palm technique, but he used it cleverly, with one move and three changes, and his one knife was completely useless. horrible!
Yu Wuhou's Mo Ying cultivation base is probably close to the mid-innate stage, but with his unparalleled fighting skills, he forced Mian Qingchan to retreat steadily!

On the other side, Song Zhehua became weaker and weaker, and the centurion of the rebel army kept surrounding him, forcing him to have no chance to stop.Although none of these people were his opponents, and they couldn't hurt him if they surrounded him for a while, they just kept surrounding him like bedbugs, waiting for the moment when his strength was completely exhausted.At that moment, there are too many ants to kill an elephant!
Seeing Song Zhehua's support left and right, Hu Feng prepared to put away the scroll and rush to help Song Zhehua.Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he noticed something unusual.The white picture scroll is not empty at this time, there is one more thing!
A big halberd, a single-edged Fang Tian painted halberd, is extremely conspicuous on this clean white scroll.

"This is wandering." The long-lost voice reappeared, and the virtual god in his mind spoke.

"What wandering around?" Hu Feng was a little puzzled.

"Historical records show that Marquis Yuwu's weapon is a Fangtian painted halberd, named Netherland. However, during the Martial Arts Contest, Marquis Yuwu fought against the powerhouses of the Eight Desolations. After winning a complete victory, King Haoyan personally Canonize him as 'Yu Wuhou', and invite thirty famous craftsmen to refine this painting halberd again, and give him the name 'Dang Ba Huang'!"

"In other words, 'Dang Bahuang' is actually the name of a weapon?" Hu Feng thought of something vaguely.

"Yes. Exactly."

"The treasure map is called Dangbahuang, but I have never paid attention to this painted halberd, which means that the protagonist has never appeared!" Hu Feng suddenly realized.

The Void God in his mind smiled and agreed with his thoughts.

"Then what are you afraid of!" Hu Feng suddenly burst into a burst of arrogance, with confidence in his heart, how can he act with fear!

Just when he was about to release some more incarnations of true energy to fully display the power of the treasure map's 'swinging all directions', a burst of shouting and killing suddenly rushed out of the dense forest!
"Kill! Kill!"

The long shouts spread throughout the mountains and plains, alarming the two parties who were in the decisive battle.

Hu Feng was taken aback, and hurriedly looked behind, only then did he see the figure running fast.

"How come, they are back again!" He murmured, feeling a little unbelievable in his heart.

A large number of innate warriors riding various monster mounts brandished their weapons and rushed towards this place at a very high speed. The converging soldiers along the way were hard to resist, and they were killed to death.And these people are none other than the disciples of Baiyun Sect.

puff!

Blood waves surged, and the huge head rolled to the ground.A tall man rushed to Song Zhehua's side, and hurriedly asked, "President, are you okay?"

"It's okay. Hey, why are you back again!" Song Zhehua sighed heavily, never expecting that they would return.

"First seat, you can face the rebellious army alone for us, and junior brother dares to take risks alone to save you. If we dare not come back, are we still men?"

"That's right! Junior brothers dare to come back, why don't we dare, as disciples of Baiyun, no one is worse than the other!" A middle-aged man from Baiyun sect pierced his opponent's chest with a sword and echoed.

Hu Feng finally came to his senses at this time, he rushed forward in a few steps, cut down several soldiers blocking the way, and came in front of Song Zhehua.

"First seat, do you still have strength?"

Song Zhehua laughed: "This old man can fight for another 300 years!" The return of the disciples of the Baiyun Sect is a foregone conclusion. At this moment, there is only one battle!At this moment, he was full of pride, and shouted loudly: "When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win! Today, all the disciples of the Baiyun Sect will go out together, and they will never return!"

"No win, no return!"

"No win, no return!"

"..."

Countless shouts echoed in the dense forest, and the morale of the Baiyun Sect disciples soared, as if possessed by a god, they were unstoppable.

On the other hand, Mian Qingchan was beaten so badly that she couldn't help dodging, and she didn't even have the time to give orders.The same was true for the other commanders, who were in the middle of the battle with Mo Ying and the others, not daring to be easily distracted.And a group of centurions can't mobilize the rebel army at all.As a result, the anti-rebellion army's morale was slackened and its strength was greatly reduced.

The main powerhouse is entangled, and the rebel army is no longer a threat.Hu Feng was like a tiger like a flock of sheep, using his saber intent to kill these converging martial artists was as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

After killing for a while, Hu Feng's brows gradually frowned. There were too many soldiers converging on the enemy side, and it felt like they were inexhaustible.The disciples of the Baiyun Sect are still in a state of excitement, and it's no problem to count as ten, but once a large number of casualties occur and morale is damaged, they will definitely be defeated.

"Capture the thief first, Qinqin King, Mian Qingchan, you are doomed today!"

After fighting fiercely for a long time, Hu Feng's blood was already boiling with enthusiasm, and his septic finger was ready to go!
Yu Wuhou slapped Mian Qingchan's chest with a palm, making him back again and again.Hu Feng seized the right moment, pointed out, and a blood-colored energy, like a red thunder, pierced through his body in the blink of an eye!
Mian Qingchan hadn't realized what happened, but felt a sharp energy instantly break through his body's defenses and completely penetrate his body!
One move was successful, but Hu Feng yelled in the distance that it was a pity.This blow missed a bit, and missed the heart, otherwise this blow would have killed Mian Qingchan.But even so, Mian Qingchan is definitely not having a good time!
Mian Qingchan was suddenly severely injured, and her body was in unstoppable pain.He hurriedly turned around and glanced around, wanting to see who was attacking him, but at this moment, the battlefield was full of people, so how could he know who was attacking him.He could only complain that his opponent was despicable, if he hadn't been blown away by Marquis Yuwu, he wouldn't have been attacked so easily.

The battlefield was changing rapidly, but after turning around, Marquis Yu Wu rushed in front of him again.Fist and kick out together, moving away the slant front, punching the center line, hitting Mian Qingchan until he vomited blood.

In the blink of an eye, another finger qi flew over from a distance, Mian Qingchan could feel the sneak attack from behind, but he was kicked into the air by Yu Wuhou, how could he hide!

A cloak of blood bloomed from his chest, Mian Qingchan showed unwillingness, turned around with all her strength, and finally saw the figure who was sneaking up, the boy who was pointing his finger at her.Unfortunately, it was too late, his chest was pierced, his heart was punctured, and he was doomed to die soon!
(End of this chapter)