The light blue murderous sword energy that originally enveloped Hai Wubian and others instantly condensed into a small blue sword, and bursts of sharp sword sounds broke out amidst the whistling sound.

Seeing this scene, the thirty or so monks who joined later looked at Xu Feng, who was at the top of the team, in shock. They immediately understood: "He is such a master. If we follow him, we may be able to fight our way out!"

"Fight their way out?" Hai Wubian was moved to the inner room to rest at some point, while outside, fifteen cultivators at the eighth or ninth level of the Infant Realm were on full alert, while the nine people from Lan Yu Sect were all allowed to enter the center of the formation.

This is the power of the basic battle formation of the human race. Not only can it be formed by ten people, but it can also be formed by twenty, thirty, even a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand people! !

As the number of people increases, the formation becomes stronger, and the power of blessing to each cultivator in the formation becomes stronger, but it becomes more and more difficult to maintain the formation.

However, the cultivators behind Xu Feng did not feel any difficulty at all, because they had no pressure at all. Even the transformed monsters were killed by the flying sword beside Xu Feng. They only needed to deal with the monster crystal monsters that were weaker than them.

And they have the blessing of the offensive battle formation such as the Killing Sword Formation, and no strong monster on the monster side can threaten them. As a result, almost everyone's combat merits are increasing rapidly.

Moreover, there are always two monks following behind Xu Feng. They don’t have to do anything, and they don’t even need to fight. They just need to put the corpses of the powerful monsters killed by Xu Feng into the storage bag immediately!

This is the rule that the monks who later joined the battle heard from the monks of Lanyu Sect!

Rules of entry!

"Twenty breaths to collect the bodies!"

After encountering another wave of hundreds of demon crystal beasts, Xu Feng's voice resounded through the forest. All the cultivators were energized and rushed out with roars.

Hai Wubian was even a little dazed for a moment. This scene was just like when they went to the spiritual fields to harvest spiritual rice every autumn. It was time to harvest the war merits again...