Chapter 11: The Battle Begins

Xiao Feng took the lead and rushed to the front of the team.

And behind, there were several Xiao's warriors following up step by step.

No one can imagine that this short explosion, offensive and defensive mode, instantly changed!

When he came, there were a total of 20 people from the Feng, four from the Qifu warriors, and sixteen from the late refining period.

And now?

Three of the four Qifu warriors consumed all their spiritual energy. Eight of the sixteen refining warriors have lost the ability to fight!

Of the remaining eight people, although their combat power still exists, their spiritual shock was unable to calm down for a while.

Feng Tang looked at the corpse of flesh and blood in front of him, and he was terrified.

Has grown so big, this is the first time he has seen such a tragedy!

The corpses of fellow family members, some without heads and some with missing limbs, lie in front of them in this way.

At this time, where is there any lord Feng at his disposal?

In front of death, Master Feng's family is nothing more than a tiny dust.

"Help! help me!" Feng Tang shivered, subconsciously shouting.

This call, although he failed to call the guardian, but let other soldiers wake up.

"Defend!" Feng San roared, and the shield in his hand was entangled with Xiao Yang.

"Protect the young master! Hold the formation!" The two Qifu warriors next to them were all dark and shouted loudly.

Hold the formation?

How to hold?

They are just a family of warriors!

They are not dead!

The instantaneous explosion was to blow up nearly half of them. How did they not be afraid of the reality?

At this time of panic, the Xiao warriors also killed!

Xiao Feng changed his former cowardice, and his heart was full of anger, holding a firefly, and rushed directly into the crowd!

"Hide!"

"This is a firefly knife!" The two Feng Jiawu warriors trembling violently in the back, but with the involuntary impulse, to avoid Xiao Feng's attack.

Xiao Feng used to be a master of the sword, holding the ordinary third-grade firefly, and it felt like a man with a knife!

Saw his left hand to explore the wind, right hand dancer, just instant, they flew out of the two of them!

Following Xiao Feng, five martial artists in the later period of refining were also killed!

The hands of the five Xiao warriors are all holding spiritual weapons.

Splendid glory on the spiritual implement.

"Spirit!"

"So many spiritual weapons!"

"How could the Xiao have so many magic weapons!"

At this moment, all Feng Jiawu's faces were like shit, gray in black, and twisted into a ball.

Even Feng Ying, who was coming from afar, wanted to support him, and he looked at the scene in front of him.

Every Xiao's warrior holds a magic weapon in his hand?

That Xiao Yang even has two spiritual weapons?

How could Xiao have so many magic weapons!

"Impossible!" Feng Ying was furious.

How is this possible?

At the time, the Xiao went hunting, and only the martial arts including six Qifu realms held a magic weapon. The remaining martial arts followers in the later period of the refining, there are spirit weapons, there is no one.

And now, among the seven people of the Xiao that appeared, there are eight spirit weapons!

Hunting is a dangerous thing. If the Xiao has so many spiritual weapons and the Xiao hunts this line, how could Xiao Yan not let his clan be fully armed?

At the moment, the six members of the Xiao, carrying their respective spiritual weapons, such as the wild wolf in the mountains, rushed into a sheep pen.

And the warriors of the Feng, at this moment, indeed turned into little sheep!

Same as a warriors in the later period of refining?

Feng's warriors are even more powerful?

Exactly not!

If the warrior have a Fan-level weapon, it will fight with two or any more!

Now, Feng Ying sees the situation clearly.

Originally thought that his own group came to cut leeks, but now I found out that his group of people had ran into the stomach of piranha!

"Retreat!"

The scenes were chaotic, and among the various angry howls, Feng Ying's voice seemed insignificant.

"Feng Tang, die to the Lord!" After Xiao Feng flew over the two of them, he stared at Feng Tang behind the sheep.

Xiao Feng and Feng Tang have been complaining for a long time!

First, Feng Tang's provocation against Xiao Ying made him extremely angry, and then Feng Tang's father buried Xiao Feng's father in the ice forest.

This is not just personal hatred, it has risen to the dignity of a warrior!

"You must die today!" Xiao Feng bounced sharply, and the horizontal knife waved towards Feng Tang's door.

If this blow is hit, I am afraid that even Feng Tang's head will be cut off!

And at this moment, Feng Tang's heart seemed to sink, pulling his hand behind him, pulling out a soft fracture fan and blocking it in front of the knife.

Fan-level second-grade spirit weapon bone fan!

Feng Ying is the only one with the magic weapon among the martial artists of the Feng in the later period of refining!

"What about the spirit weapon? For me, this is the third grade of Fan-level products! You are still dying today!" Xiao Feng's use of the sword to fight the wind and tigers, Feng Feng step by step.

And as Xiao Feng said, facing the ordinary grade third-grade firefly, Feng Ying can only barely parry the white bone fan, trying to get out, but it is unlikely.

The rest of the battlefield also found their enemies and fought together.

However, within this area, every battlefield is in a crushing trend.

Everyone in the Xiao who has a spirit weapon has the upper hand in spirit, which is simply unstoppable!

Xiao Yang took one enemy and three, holding a flaming sword in one hand, and entangled with Feng San. The other hand urged the Fire Yangzhu, which made the other two Feng's Qifu warriors exhausted and dared not be distracted. !

The spirit power of these two Qifu warriors was lacking in their bodies, and obviously there were spirit tools on their bodies, but they could not be urged. Only Feng San, himself a defensive weapon, can resist Xiao Yang's offensive.

Feng Ying's speed is not too slow. After two pauses in the middle, he quickly rushed back to Feng Jiawu's team.

"Go!" Feng Ying shouted, and the earth and stone gun was like a long snake, hitting the Huanglong straight!

Feng Ying is not as good as Feng San.

This is a genuine, full-fledged middle-aged warrior!

This attack directly hit Xiao Yang. In desperation, Xiao Yang could only temporarily avoid the edge and flash to the side!

"All get out!"

"Run forward!"

"Go to the ice forest and meet with the owner!"

Feng Ying succeeded in one hit, but did not continue to pursue, but instead speeded up again and rushed to the battlefield behind.

This battlefield, at this time the battle is in full swing, Xiao Feng went down with a knife, and stabbed on the fan surface of Feng Ying.

Under the violent collision, the harsh friction sounded sharply. At this moment, in the middle of the fan, a crack was actually cut!

"Hey,just go out!" Feng Ying came from the front, with a surging spiritual power, stab at Xiao Feng!

Poof!

Xiao Feng was shocked, his body was like a kite with a broken thread, and flew away!