Under the fierce battle, Yue Feng soon became a little powerless.

It was at this time that a magic soldier found an opportunity and stabbed Yue Feng in the back with his spear like a dragon.

Yue Feng's body trembled, and blood immediately poured out.

"Fengzi!"

Seeing this situation, Wen Chou Chou and Sun Dasheng's expressions changed, and they shouted loudly. Their eyes were instantly red. They wanted to rush over, but their internal strength was suppressed and they could not explode with all their strength. They couldn't rush over at all.

At the same time, Han Bing not far away couldn't help but exclaimed. He almost cried: "Father..."

At this time, Han Bing was both angry and regretful.

I thought that rescuing Wen Chou Chou and others from Qin Tian Prison was the most successful thing I had done since I was a child. However, I never expected that all of this was secretly arranged by God King Haotian.

And he himself has become a pawn of King Haotian.

If he hadn't brought Uncle Wen and the others to Shenlong Island, his father would not have come upon hearing the news, and now he would not be besieged by the divine soldiers and generals of Qintian Prison.

In other words, if my father, Uncle Wen, and others had any problems today, I would be considered to have been indirectly killed.

"You hypocrites, devils!"

For a moment, Han Bing became more and more angry as he thought about it. He let out a sweet shout and kept waving his sword, trying to repel the magic weapon and general in front of him so that he could rush to Yue Feng to help.

However, there were too many divine soldiers and generals in front of him. Even if Han Bing was not suppressed by divine power, it would be difficult for him to break out of the encirclement.

"Yue Feng, hold on!"

At the same time, Santi's delicate face was filled with indescribable anxiety, and she couldn't help shouting: "You must hold on." Saying that, Santi used the power of the dragon to rush over.

It's just that the situation she faced was the same as Han Bing's. There were too many magical soldiers and generals in front of her. She had to fight back a few and then rush forward with a few more, making it impossible to finish them off.

Yue Feng's side.

Severe pain came from his back, and Yue Feng's anger was completely aroused. At that time, he didn't care about the injury at all, and used his divine power to fly away several magic weapons in front of him.

Thump thump thump..

After several magic soldiers landed, they all closed their eyes and fainted.

But Yue Feng endured the pain and activated his divine power. At this time, he became even weaker, his face was pale, he was shaky, and he could fall down at any time. He used the Nine Heavens Holy Mysterious Technique before. Yue Feng consumed a lot of his divine power, and he was stabbed again just now.

No one can hold on.

Ha ha...

Seeing this situation, Zhan Wuji, who was adjusting his breath and recovering on the top of the hall, had a smile on his face, feeling indescribably excited.

Yue Feng is dying. This operation will be completed successfully soon.

You must know that the Yue Feng in front of you is the master of the Emperor of Heaven, and God King Haotian is even more afraid of him. If you kill him now, it will be regarded as a great achievement.

Excited, Zhan Wuji had already imagined the scene of being praised and rewarded by God King Haotian in his mind.

However, Zhan Wuji did not get carried away. When he saw that Yue Feng was unable to support him alone, he made a quick decision and stood up. He raised his hand and hit Yue Feng from behind with a palm.

"Yue Feng, today is the day you die!"

As he approached, Zhan Wuji's excited and proud face showed a bit of ferocity.

Damn it!

Hearing Zhan Wuji's angry roar behind him, Yue Feng cursed secretly and instinctively wanted to dodge, but he was so weak that it was too late.

Bang!

This palm hit Yue Feng firmly on the back. Yue Feng groaned, blood spurted out, and he flew dozens of meters away, and finally hit the steps in front of the hall heavily.

"Fengzi!"

Seeing Yue Feng's hand again, Wen Chou Chou and Sun Dasheng roared in unison, both angry and worried.

Sun Dasheng became even more furious and cursed at Zhan Wuji: "Zhan Wuji, you are still a god general wearing golden armor, can you only attack from behind?"

"If you are capable, I will fight your grandpa for three hundred rounds. Come on."

While cursing, Sun Dasheng waved his sky-opening ax. He wanted to fight Zhan Wuji desperately, but he was surrounded by divine soldiers and generals. How could he rush over?

hehe...
Chapter completed!