The illusion of ice snake appears again.

Jia Yucong and Long Wumian worked together to cast spells and escort the three of them out of Tianmian Temple.

The two of them wanted to rush back to the ancient city of Taihong, so they parted ways with Feng Lan.

Feng Lan rushes to the battlefield where the good and evil factions are fighting.

Unexpectedly, on the way, they met Hu Feng and dozens of others, who were being besieged by more than a hundred people.

"Alliance leader."

Hu Feng was seriously injured but still made a loud voice.

The people who were besieging were startled, and they all came out of the battlefield to confront Feng Lan.

"Leader, the League of Good People is divided into pieces, and they are at war with each other."

Hu Feng said with regret and heartache.

"Who started the trick?"

Fenglan asked calmly.

His murderous power has already locked onto more than a hundred people.

Hu Feng's face sank, with mixed emotions.

Undoubtedly, some people he already considered to be relatively good friends.

"Pass this order from the leader of the alliance. Everyone who has voted under the banner of the League of Good People will immediately join with the leader of the alliance.

Make a list of all the troublemakers and send it to me.

Remember, don’t leave anyone behind.”

Fenglan sacrificed the Seven-Star Immortal Sword and slashed at more than a hundred people.

More than a hundred people had been prepared and suddenly joined forces to fight against the storm.

However, the wind seemed to be like a mountain descending from the sky, slowly pressing down, and the surrounding wind and snow turned into sharp blades, moving freely through it.

The light on the Seven-Star Immortal Sword gradually turned into a small sword that separated from the back of the sword, and the ten thousand swords moved with the wind.

Feng Lan saw the despair on the other person's face, and felt pity in his heart.

In fact, he was shocked at how he became so strong.

Such power is definitely beyond the ability of a middle-level cultivation level in the divine realm to cast a spell.

He immediately floated past the crowd and actually activated his intention to kill.

"This alliance leader has also walked away for a while when something happened.

This time, everyone in the alliance can avoid death."

Fenglan did not stop and continued to move forward.

He understands that there should be no Virgin plot, and he should not be soft-hearted towards these monks who are used to licking blood with the blade of a knife and can become desperadoes at any time.

However, a particularly unmatched power caused him to make a choice that was contrary to his original intention.

If you have to spare others, spare them.

You must find out what happened to the power you cast when you first burst out.

When Feng Lan was sure there was no one around, he gently pressed his left arm.

Now it is a black and red thing covered with colorful crystal stones, which is more mysterious and weird.

The two members of the League of Good People were equally shocked.

If Feng Lan were to kill him, there would only be more than two hundred corpses if all the two hundred people were put together.

Everyone escaped from death and cherished it even more.

The two sides who had just fought immediately made an appointment to act separately and pass on the orders of the leader of the alliance.

A few monks who were thinking deeply noticed very keenly that Fenglan seemed to emerge from the ground and became so powerful. It should be related to the legendary tomb of the gods.

However, isn't the God's Tomb under the struggle between good and evil factions?

There is a very mysterious problem here.

A thoughtful monk like this will develop many thoughts and influence the people around him intentionally or unintentionally.

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Feng Lan was the first to meet Li Feiyun and others.

They were fighting fiercely with the disciples of the Demon Sect, with fairy swords and magic weapons everywhere, and the sound of shouting was constant.

The addition of Feng Lan caused the disciples of the Demon Cult to quickly move from victory to defeat.

"You little bastard, why did your fortune suddenly rise so fast?"

A fat and fair boy from the Demon Sect said in shock.

He winked at the ugly young man, and the two of them attacked Feng Lan from left to right.

Righteous disciples all use swords as magic weapons.

This is not the case for demon sect disciples,

There are weird squares dotted with red or black dots,

There is a magic weapon like a cloth strip,

There are even powerful magic weapons such as wicker sticks and abacus.

The fat white boy's magic weapon is like a rough willow stick, and the top of the willow stick seems to be covered with soil.

As long as the fat white boy swung it, the snowflakes turned into flying soil, covering a space, and then hit the wind like a pile of mud.

The ugly boy was Feng Lan's defeated general, and the fang magic weapon arrived first, causing even more harm.

Feng Lan didn't dare to neglect, but he relied on the power of the fairy sword and struck the wicker with one sword.

"Hey~"

The fat and white boy took his time and recited the incantation.

I saw a towering weeping willow tree quickly appearing on the willow branches. The densely packed willow branches rolled back and were covered with wind.

The ugly boy's fang magic weapon was cleverly hidden in the willow branches, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Feng Lan's heart was clear. After the battle in Migu, the Demon Cult disciples were greatly embarrassed. They were determined to regain their place.

Therefore, today's battle is all about showing all your trump cards and not hiding anything.

Feng Lan snorted coldly, and the Seven-Star Immortal Sword changed from chopping to point, and suddenly a big red star was fixed among the willow branches that floated towards him.

"Come and accept your fate."

The ugly boy's fangs shot out and hit Fenglan's facade.

After the ugly boy was defeated last time, he thought hard about the strategy to deal with the enemy. He was sure that once Feng Lan casts the extremely powerful Twenty-eight Heaven Palm Styles, there will definitely be a flaw.

In fact, the ugly boy is extremely talented and has extraordinary understanding, and he is exactly as expected.

However, Feng Lan was wary.

He grabbed it with his left hand in the air, a large handprint appeared in the air, and he directly grabbed the fang magic weapon.

"Eh~"

The ugly boy was shocked and immediately recalled the magic weapon.

Without waiting for the wind and waves to cast the second star, he swung his sword with his right hand, and the huge red star struck at the tall weeping willow tree of the fat white boy.

Starlight flies by, and the towering weeping willows split into pieces.

The fat white boy's spell suddenly became louder, the towering weeping willow became more vibrant, and the damage he suffered quickly healed.

Fenglan wielded his sword in the air and looked at the fat young man in front of him in great surprise, thinking: The demon sect has endured for more than ten thousand years, and we can get a glimpse of it from this fat young man.

The ugly young man asked in shock and anger: "Feng Lan, you, a monster like you, can actually receive my magic weapon with your bare hands?"

His suspicions are not wrong in the slightest.

Feng Lan said coldly: "You guys need to look at each other after three days. We haven't seen each other for just a few days. You have made great progress. It's just a pity."

Feng Lan cast the spell again, and the whole person seemed to be standing in the eye of the wave and storm, and the wind and snow gathered around the Seven Star Sword gradually turned into a tidal force.

The wind merged into the tide and rushed towards the tall and weeping willow tree of the fat and white boy.

"Oh my god, the tide in the candle sky style." The fat white boy screamed strangely and said loudly, "Let's go, let's go, don't be obsessed with fighting."

The fat boy suddenly shot a ball of white light.

Without waiting for Fenglan to react, it rushed within three feet and exploded, filling the sky with white mist and no one could be seen.

The demon sect disciples immediately retreated.

Fenglan didn't dare to cross the white mist to pursue him and meet up with his fellow disciples.
To be continued...