When Wu Feng thought of this, he was anxious. He stopped and told himself not to panic. The more he was messy, the worse he was, but his eyes glanced around and observed the battle situation. In this moment, half of the forty or fifty people brought by the fat monk had been killed. The two brothers of the Jinwei School Captain were also hung up. Xue Guidian had medicine powder to protect him, and no one dared to approach him. Xue Ling and Jun Yan combined the two swords to deal with more than a dozen White Lotus disciples, and he could barely deal with it. He was holding the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword. Although he was seriously injured, no White Lotus disciple dared to lean on his body. It is estimated that those White Lotus disciples also knew Wu Feng's strength. He could even kill the elders of the White Lotus Sect. Of course, the ordinary White Lotus disciples did not dare to get close.

The fat monk continued to control the Vajra Dharma Image and entangled with the yellow-haired monkey. Li Huaishui hid behind the big tree for a moment and peeped. This guy was not ordinary bad, and Wu Feng wanted to hold his sword and kill him.

In this situation, the fat monk probably wanted to adopt the delay tactic and wait for the two elders to arrive.

Time passes by little by little, and the longer it drags, the more unfavorable it will be for me. The Zuo Envoy has left for a while. It is flying with an unusual speed. It is probably time to go to Maoshan now. I wonder if I can invite the masters from Maoshan before the arrival of the two elders.

He looked at the little demon girl again. At this moment, the black mist condensed by Old Lady Li had become thinner and thinner. The ferocious and terrifying face of Old Lady Li was revealed from the black mist. This time, a pair of dry hands were condensed, and he grabbed the little demon girl's neck tightly. The little demon girl used the corpse-suffering ruler to press the old lady Li's chest, gritted her teeth and persevered. She seemed to have reached the limit. Wu Feng could obviously feel that her physical strength was no longer enough.

Can't wait any longer

Wu Feng told himself in his heart that he took a deep breath, stretched out his index finger, and gently stroked the sword edge of the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword, and suddenly a bright red blood flowed out. As soon as the blood came out, the only little spiritual power in his body was poured onto these drops of blood. Wu Feng quickly raised his hand and drew a talisman in the air. The talisman floated in the air, like a pool of transparent water, with a layer of blood. This blood was naturally pure yang blood. Wu Feng used all the few spiritual power in his body on this talisman in the air, and victory or defeat was the first to take place.

The Taoist priest used his own pure yang blood to deal with various evil things. Although Wu Feng did not inject much spiritual power, he could also block it.

When this talisman of volley was generated, Wu Feng felt a little dizzy, and his body shook twice, almost falling down. Even the talisman of volley almost disappeared. In the end, Wu Feng was still vigorously motivated and pushed the talisman towards Old Mrs. Li with a little force with both hands.
Chapter completed!