At this time, another monk rushed to Zhang Yifeng. Zhang Yifeng did not hold back at all and punched the monk in the chest. The monk died under Zhang Yifeng's fist before he even had time to scream.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng so powerful, the remaining monks all became frightened. For a moment, no one dared to take another step forward.

"Go, let me go!" Seeing everyone's timid expression, the monk leader shouted sternly.

But he seriously underestimated the fear Zhang Yifeng had just caused to those monks. When he heard his words, the remaining monks not only did not step forward, but instead retreated backwards one by one.

Seeing this, the monk leader showed a ruthless look in his eyes. He cut off the head of a monk beside him with a knife, and said sternly: "Those who dare to fight will die!"

Seeing this, the monks all had a look of fear in their eyes. They gritted their teeth and surrounded Zhang Yifeng.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng shook his head lightly, without any intention, so there is no need to waste time.

"die!"

With a low shout, Zhang Yifeng rushed towards the enemy like a hungry wolf.

In just one breath, three more monks died under Zhang Yifeng's men.

Zhang Yifeng's attack still did not stop, and the Shenfeng footwork was at its peak, and he planned to fight and decide quickly.

These monks have the highest cultivation level but the second level of the Nascent Soul Stage. They are not Zhang Yifeng's opponents. They all died at Zhang Yifeng's hands without exception!

After killing the dozen monks, Zhang Yifeng looked at the monk leader with a cold look, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You, don't come over!" Seeing Zhang Yifeng walking towards him, a look of fear appeared in the eyes of the monk leader.

Zhang Yifeng was unmoved, and his toes were light, his spiritual power surged, and he rushed towards the monk leader.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing Zhang Yifeng rushing towards him, a look of madness appeared in the eyes of the monk leader. He roared and a long sword appeared in his hand. He waved the long sword and greeted Zhang Yifeng.

boom!

The two of them sucked their spiritual power and fought in an instant. After one move, Zhang Yifeng and the monk leader both flew backwards.

Dingdeng!

Zhang Yifeng flew backwards three steps to stabilize his body, while the monk leader just flew backwards two steps.

In the confrontation just now, it was Zhang Yifeng who was at a disadvantage.

Seeing this, the fear in his eyes completely disappeared, and he turned to look at Zhang Yifeng with a playful look and laughed.

"Haha, I thought you were so strong. It turned out that I was just a waste who was less than the sixth level of the Nascent Soul Stage. Humph, if you want to kill me, I will kill you first!"

The leader of the monk has the strength of the sixth level of the Nascent Soul Stage. In the battle just now, Zhang Yifeng was obviously at a disadvantage, which made him feel confident. He seemed to have seen Zhang Yifeng's head cut off by the big knife in his hand.

Seeing the monk leader rushing towards him on his own initiative, Zhang Yifeng had no fear in his eyes, but instead became warlike.

In the battle just now, he found that the monk leader was indeed stronger than him, but the gap between them was only one level. For him, this difference could just allow him to have a happy battle.

The reason why he pretended to retreat just now was to eliminate the fear in the hearts of the monk leader and let him use all his strength to fight with himself.

But after fighting with the monk leader for a few moves, Zhang Yifeng regretted it.

The reason why he regretted it was not because of how powerful the monk leader was. On the contrary, although the monk leader was stronger than his in terms of cultivation, he was obviously a little timid when fighting. After several moves, he was already showing timidity.

Zhang Yifeng instantly lost interest in continuing to fight. He didn't want to waste time with such a waste.

"Die!"

With one move, Zhang Yifeng shouted softly: "Nine Dragons Phantom Spirit Fist!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the seven divine dragons transformed from spiritual power making sounds of dragon roars and attacking the monk leader in an unparalleled manner.

Seeing the divine dragon transformed from seven spiritual powers, the monk leader showed fear. Most of his dozen subordinates just now died under this move. He knew the power of this move.

Although he has the advantage in cultivation, the monk leader no longer has any fighting spirit in his mind. He doesn't even have the idea of ​​confrontation. Faced with Zhang Yifeng's extremely powerful blow, he turned around and ran away!

But although he was fast, he was still caught up by seven divine dragons, and the Nine Dragon Fantasy Dragon Fist hit his back hard.

puff!

Under Zhang Yifeng's powerful blow, a mouthful of blood mist spurted out from the monk's mouth and his body fell softly to the ground.

"Don't kill me!"

The monk leader had some strength, but he struggled to get up from the ground, knelt in front of Zhang Yifeng with a plop, and began to beg for mercy.

Faced with the monk leader begging for mercy, Zhang Yifeng's eyes showed a look of contempt. The person he looked down upon most in his life was the backboneless person.

"If you kill someone, you will always kill him, die!"

Zhang Yifeng was unmoved and looked at the monk leader, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.

He understood one truth better than anyone else in his two lives, that is, his kindness to his enemies and his cruelty to himself. He would not make this low-level mistake.

A palm shattered the heart veins of the monk leader and killed his Nascent Soul. Zhang Yifeng looked indifferent and turned away.

Not long after Zhang Yifeng left, several teams came to the valley.

They looked at the monks who had died in front of them, and their faces became solemn.

In this half month, with the intervention of the three major sects, the monks from the Sunset Mountains reached a consensus among each other, that is, temporarily put aside their hatred and work together to find the middle-aged monk with small eyes.

Under the huge temptation of interests brought by the three major sects, the monks in the Sunset Mountains rarely had large-scale conflicts in the past half month, and almost no deaths occurred.

Now that there is a dead person, there is only one answer, that is, the cultivator who the three major sects are looking for appears.

"Chasing! It is likely that the person the three major sects want!"

Several teams chased towards the direction of the exit of the valley.

...

At the same time, Master Yimei and Long Shisan came out of the teleportation array, and their faces were both a little ugly.

In order to wait for the teleportation array to replenish enough energy, time has passed for a while. Although they have come out of the teleportation array, they have long lost the trace of Zhang Yifeng. The vast sunset mountain range, they want to find Zhang Yifeng is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Master Yimei, is there any other way to find the middle-aged monk!"
Chapter completed!