If Zhang Xiaofan were in the same state as Nian Laoda, he might be able to suck Nian Laoda into dried meat with just a few swings of the fire stick.

The elder frowned, then turned his head slightly, another red light shot out of his eyes, and he rushed towards Jingzhou.

He has been cultivating the Red Demon Eye for more than three hundred years. The red light emitted from his eyes can easily penetrate even iron and stone. He is not boasting, even if he meets a prominent person from the three sects of the righteous path, his Red Demon

The eyes can also perform miraculous feats.

It's just that no matter how powerful the Red Demon Eye is, it still has to hit people.

The red light of the Red Demon Eye disappeared again.

This time, everyone in the Demon Sect was shocked: "What a ghost!"

"Is this kid a human or a ghost?"

"No wonder this junior dares to come to Kongsang Mountain alone. Old boss, you, the Red Devil, don't see any use in you. Just step aside and watch me take care of this junior from the Qingyun Sect." Lin Feng chuckled, and he followed Feng Yue.

The ancestor has practiced cultivation for many years and has extensive experience, but he does not believe that the boy in front of him is a ghost. He is just like him, with a strange treasure in his body that can suck away the old red demon eyes.

The old man was apprehensive, so he looked at the beautiful young woman next to him and let him go.

It would be better to let Lin Feng, a brat like Lin Feng, try the methods of junior Qingyun.

Lin Feng threw the folding fan in his hand into the air, and suddenly there was a storm, lightning and thunder.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise.

Suddenly the ground shook violently, the stone walls trembled, and the rock domes above everyone's heads rained down gravel.

The mountains and rivers fan was filled with golden light, and the mountains depicted on it seemed to have been poured with great magic power and started to move. In just a moment, they turned into giant mountains, pressing towards Jing Zhou with the power of destroying the world.

Seeing that everyone was stunned and pale, Lin Feng couldn't be prouder.

As the nephew of Patriarch Fengyue, he naturally looked down on the elder brother and came to the Blood Refining Hall to help him, so he had no other intentions.

Otherwise, with his cultivation and magical objects such as the Mountain and River Fan, even if he goes to several other halls of the Demon Sect, he can still act as an elder. Why come to the Blood Refining Hall where anyone can kick him?

.

The Blood Refining Hall changes owners today!

"It's a pity that it only has its form."

Jing Zhou pointed at a point, and purple mist suddenly rose from his fingertips. The entire Dead Soul Abyss was instantly enveloped in purple mist, and even the pitch-black abyss behind everyone was dyed purple.

"What a pity? Boy, let's wait and see if you can survive!" Lin Feng said with a sinister smile on his face.

The invisible aura of purple light spread out violently, and the sword energy rushed out like a dragon, slashing at the mountain.

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering sounded.

The whole mountain is divided into two.

One sword opens the mountain!

The treasure channeled the spirit, and the mountain and river fan struggled twice in Lin Feng's hand and then stopped moving. The golden light on it dimmed, leaving only a mournful cry, as if lamenting himself.

There was another crisp sound.

Above the picture of the Mountain and River Fan, a large crack appeared, dividing the originally majestic mountains above to both sides.

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, then cursed angrily: "You dare to destroy my magic weapon! Go..."

Before he could say the word "death", he felt a pain between his eyebrows, like a needle pricking him.

"How can this be?"

"There are mountains and river fans, how can I be defeated?"

"When did Junior Qingyun's sword fall on me?"

Suddenly his vision dimmed, and Lin Feng fell backwards full of doubts.

It turned out that after passing through the mountain and river fan, the purple light continued unabated and struck Lin Feng.

"died?"

The elders and others looked at Lin Feng's body. There was only a trace of blood on the forehead with wide eyes.

The blood stain was as thin as a hair and almost invisible, but the trace of bright red was shocking.

A chill rose from the soles of the Demon Cult members' feet.

It seemed that what the purple light struck was not the mountain, nor Lin Feng who was chatting and laughing just now, but their minds.

It was true that Lin Feng was defeated too quickly, and his life was taken away just as he was taking a breath.

The young man in front of him is not protected by any exotic treasure. He is clearly a master of swordsmanship!

"You...who are you?"
Chapter completed!