411: C411 Gun Sage

C411 Gun Sage

Seeing the buddhist light shrouding the huge palm, Pei Feng's expression suddenly changed.

What caused his expression to suddenly change … It was not the mighty buddhist palm, but an extremely sharp, terrifying aura that seemed to be able to pierce through everything!

Just then, Nie Canghai's voice sounded in his mind: "Lance Saint! "Be careful —!"

Lance Saint?!

Pei Feng didn't even have the time to think about it. Without the slightest warning, a silver light flashed at the tip of his spear … Shockingly, it was right in front of his eyes, only a few inches away from his forehead!

In the Immortal and Devil Realm, there were very few people who used spears as divine weapons. However, there were also those who had fought with the top divine spear of the Demon Realm before, but that was something that happened after he became Great Celestial Devil.

In the weak early stage of cultivation, he had never met a master that used a spear.

The moment the tip of the spear appeared between his eyebrows, the space between his eyebrows caved in by an inch. It was as if a piece of his bones and flesh had been dug out!

Ever since his rebirth, this was the first time he had felt the threat of death!

The silver spear emitted a strong aura and spear intent … It actually couldn't even resist his golden body and went straight to his head!

This silver spear was a peerless divine weapon!

The person who used this silver spear... The power of Spear Intent was not as strong as his Blade Intent. It also seemed to have reached the state of Intent — the highest realm of Spear Intent!

This was no small matter!

One must know, before the Devil Blood clone comes out, he was not immortal.

The silver spear was not dead yet, but if it were to injure a vital part of his head … That would be fatal!

Astral Energy shot out like a rainbow, retreating explosively!

However, he was caught off guard by the opponent's attack. With the spear's suppression, he was unable to escape from the opponent's attack in a short period of time!

This person's spear art exuded a domineering momentum that was indomitable, unstoppable, decisive, exquisite, and incomparably swift and fierce!

Nie Canghai called him "Lance Saint".

The silver spear tip stayed three inches away from his forehead, as if it was stuck there. It did not move the slightest bit, and other than Pei Feng using all his strength to dodge, he did not even have the chance to pull out the Chopping Spirit.

He completely did not expect that the third opponent concealed within the Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion would actually be strong to such an extent!

Such terrifying Spear Intent … This Lance Saint was even better than "Soldier Emperor", Nie Canghai!

He retreated again and again, and in an instant he had already retreated outside the Northern Mountain Gate, and retreated towards the northern slope!

The spear's suppression and the possibility of his life hanging by a thread, but there was a way to save himself – an injured arm had to be used as a price to break out of this predicament, or the 'Shadow' could step in and break out of this predicament.

However, Pei Feng did not do so, because the price of losing an arm was a bit too high, it would be difficult to kill Hong Beiming. After all, Shaolin was indeed hiding his strength, and there were still many experts who did not make a move.

If 'Shadow' intervened, he would definitely be severely injured.

Lance Saint's Spear Intent had the word 'Sharp' in it. It emphasized on extremely penetrating power. Furthermore, it had already been cultivated to a rather high realm and was incomparably sharp.

This was similar to the "sharpness" of his blade intent cultivation and the fact that it pursued an extreme slashing force.

With Shadow's current cultivation level, normal attacks would be extremely difficult to injure, but Lance Saint's Spear Intent... But to him, it was a huge threat!

Just as Pei Feng retreated to the northern slope, something strange happened!

Wei Donglai, Xi Honglei and Liu Chaozong... The three of them had actually launched a surprise attack, simultaneously attacking Lance Saint!

The combined attack of the three Transformation Stage Masters, even Lance Saint could not ignore it. It was locked firmly on the center of Pei Feng's brows, the incomparably sharp spear potential suddenly stagnated, and after that, the sharp silver light on the tip of the spear disappeared!

The pressure suddenly disappeared and Pei Feng's face did not look relaxed at all. On the contrary, it became extremely heavy.

"Retreat!"

At the same time as he shouted, a ray of colorful light shot towards Lance Saint — — Chopping Spirit attack!

Pei Feng's reaction was extremely fast, but he was still a step too late …

A silver flash of light flashed and a splatter of blood flew out. Wei Donglai let out a miserable groan and flew out!

"Clang!" Clang! Clang! Clang! "Clank …"

Xi Honglei's face was pale, and her left arm was covered in blood as she staggered backwards. Liu Chaozong flew a few meters away, his right hand covering his chest, and the Divine Black Brush in his hand … Shockingly, there was only a short length of brushstroke left!

With a gloomy face, Pei Feng glanced at the unconscious Wei Donglai lying on the ground not far away. With a wave of his left hand, a small sandalwood box landed in front of Liu Chaozong.

"Three pills, feed them to him immediately. The two of you, help him heal."

Wei Donglai's chest... Shockingly, there appeared to be a vicious bloody hole — he had been shot through the chest by Lance Saint, causing him to faint on the spot.

Fortunately, the wound was on the right side of his chest. If it had been on the left side of his chest, he would have turned into a cold corpse.

Xi Honglei and Liu Chaozong were wounded by the Spear Intent. If it weren't for Pei Feng's Chopping Spirit blocking the silver spear's attack, the couple probably wouldn't have survived this battle!

This Lance Saint... It was an absolute existence that was on par with 'Soldier Emperor' Nie Canghai. Furthermore, its godly weapon was sharp and even more dangerous than Nie Canghai. It was not something the three of them could contend against.

Turning his head and looking over ten Zhang away, Pei Feng finally saw Lance Saint's appearance clearly.

He wore a green robe, had long, snow-white hair, was thin, and was abnormally handsome. His eyes were deep and deep, and they shone with a cold light.

In his hands … He held a long spear in his hand, a dark red and mottled handle, and a silver white spearhead.

"Of the three people in the Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion, one is Hong Beiming and the other is Young Master Lin. You … It's that Great Concealed, who swears to protect Hong Beiming, right? "

Pei Feng's voice was cold and filled with killing intent.

Young Grandmasterson stared at him quietly, saying slowly, word for word, "With me here, Andrew, Nie Canghai won't be able to take you away, much less you. Young Grandmaster, peerless talent, but... "You are still too young to be my opponent. Let's go, I don't want to kill you."

"Oh? You don't want to kill me? "

Pei Feng suddenly laughed, lowered his head and looked at the Chopping Spirit in his hand, and lightly said: "Hong Beiming killed two of my Pei Alliance, and now that you have injured three of my Pei Alliance, you don't want to kill me … But I want to kill you! "

"You and Hong Beiming must die today! "Whoever dares to obstruct me, I will kill them all!"

Right after he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and slowly raised the Chopping Spirit in his hand. The entire northern slope began to tremble.

Lance Saint's pupils suddenly contracted and his expression instantly became serious.

The long spear in his hand … Slowly, it left the ground, producing a strange metallic sound.

Saber Intent.

He felt a terrifying blade intent that was unfathomable, to the point that even he could not help but tremble in fear!

To put it bluntly, the seven forms of the "Seven Desire Devil Saber" represented seven emotions, seven extreme emotions.

The first style, Sad Town, represented extreme worry and despair.2

The second style, Luan Qing Chopping, represented the pinnacle of emotions.

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