Chapter 565: Massacre!

"The sacred object has been taken away!"

"Quick, do it! We must not let that kid take us away!"

"Hmph, if you want to take away the sacred object, you must first escape from my fist!"

Seeing Duan Feng holding the sacred dagger in his hand, loud shouts rang out. !

Apparently.

After Duan Feng touched the sacred object, he completely aroused public outrage.

Yes, who comes here not for holy objects?

It is strange that others are not angry when you successfully obtain the holy object.

After a moment.

All the monks around him suddenly moved.

Among these monk forces, they naturally include the two major forces of Leiyin Mountain and Ziyun Sect.

In a few breaths, the monks surrounded Duan Feng, Chu Qingcheng and others.

"Hand over the sacred object in your hand!"

A strong monk shouted loudly.

He had the advantage by virtue of his numbers, so there was no need to be afraid.

"Haha, if you want me to hand it over to you, wouldn't that make me lose face?"

Facing the angry roar of the strong monk, Duan Feng just shook his head lightly and sneered.

"Haha, face? Please tell me how much is face worth? At this time, you still want face, you are looking for death!"

Hearing the sneer in Duan Feng's words, how could that strong monk endure it?

He shouted angrily and immediately led a group of people to charge towards Duan Feng.

"Do it!"

Duan Feng shook his head and faintly spit out two words from his mouth.

When Chu Qingcheng, Jin Ming and other monks heard this, they did not hesitate at all. They each held their weapons and faced the attacking monks head-on.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A fierce battle was about to break out, and low rumbling sounds came one after another.

Although the Golden Eagle Mansion has a great reputation, the strength sent out at this time is only an elite force after all.

Therefore, in addition to the team that bore the brunt, the surrounding teams also joined in the chaos one after another.

"Puff puff!"

There will be casualties in battles.

Whether it's from the Golden Eagle Mansion or a hostile force.

Of course, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and Duan Feng is a bit squeezed in this fighting circle.

"Grandma is such a bear, why don't you think of me as a sick cat?"

With a cold drink, a three-color energy immediately rose from under Duan Feng's feet.

"Qingcheng, hold it!"

After bursting out his strength, Duan Feng appeared next to Chu Qingcheng in a flash and handed the sacred dagger in his hand.

"Keep it well and don't lose it."

After saying that, Duan Feng flashed and appeared in the middle of the fiercest melee.

Since he already owns the ancient lightsaber, the attraction of the sacred dagger to him can only be regarded as average.

Besides, he was not used to using a short sword, so he simply handed it over to Chu Qingcheng.

Anyway, the latter doesn't have a handy weapon yet.

"Breaking the sky and destroying it!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Holding the ancient lightsaber, Duan Feng seemed to be in a deserted land, moving frantically through the crowd.

Wherever it passes, it can bring up wisps of blood.

"Ding~ding~ding~"

"Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the five supreme beings below."

"Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the three supreme beings."

"Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Earth's Supreme Dzogchen."

"Congratulations to the host,..."

The killing was going on crazily, and the clear voice in the mind kept resounding.

In less than half a minute, less than half of the thousands of strong monks were left.

Most of them were killed by Duan Feng.

Next was Chu Qingcheng, who was holding a holy object-level dagger.

Of course.

Jin Ming and the others also actively resisted. Although there were casualties, the situation was obviously much better compared to the other party.

The fierce battle lasted for a full minute before it stopped.

Except for Duan Feng and his party, the number of surrounding monks and strong men has gone from thousands to only one or two hundred.

This situation can be described as tragic.

"Boy, who are you?"

Zi Yunqing looked at Duan Feng and shouted.

Although he and Duan Feng had not fought directly, he was really shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

Faced with the siege of thousands of strong monks, he actually resisted and even counterattacked. Is this really something that ordinary people can bear?

The surrounding monks also glared at Duan Feng and Chu Qingcheng.

After all, in the hands of the two of them, they had suffered a lot just now.

"Who am I? Haha, I am someone you can't afford to offend. You'd better get out now, otherwise, I will kill you all!"

Facing Zi Yunqing's shouting, Duan Feng spoke domineeringly and arrogantly.

"you!!"

Being scolded by Duan Feng in person, Zi Yunqing's face instantly turned green, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

but.

As for his voice, not many people here think he is arrogant.

after all.

The tragedy before my eyes is still vivid in my mind.

"Huh~"

Many strong monks let out a breath, feeling a little moved in their hearts.

It must be said that Duan Feng's strength far exceeded their imagination.

There is no benefit at all from staying.

Although the sacred dagger is good, you still have to live to endure it.

Without life, no matter how many holy objects there are, what use will they be?

Under the pressure of Duan Feng's words, dozens of strong monks withdrew from the battle circle in just a few breaths.

Although they did not use all their strength, they were equally aware that Duan Feng, Chu Qingcheng and others also maintained their strength.

"Huh, what a bunch of cowards!"

A young man walked out of the crowd and sneered.

Who else could this person be if he wasn't Ziyun Changfeng?

"Boy, aren't you very arrogant? Do you dare to come out and challenge me? If I win, the sacred object will be mine!"

Ziyun Changfeng looked directly at Duan Feng and said calmly.

He spoke with confidence and didn't seem to take Duan Feng seriously.

"Ziyun Changfeng?"

Seeing the young man who was talking, there was a commotion around him.

Apparently.

None of them expected that he would appear on such an occasion.

"who is he?"

Duan Feng asked casually.

"He is the young master of the Ziyun Sect. He is a talented demon. I heard that a long time ago, his strength has reached the level of the Quasi-Heaven Supreme."

The moment Jin Ming saw Ziyun Changfeng, his heart suddenly tightened, and then he quickly explained in Duan Feng's ear.

"The Ziyun Sect, one of the three overlords?"

Duan Feng shrugged, not too surprised.

Then, he said calmly, "It's okay to bet, but you didn't seem to say what would happen if you lose, right?"