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These people's cultivation were not on par with Dong Wen Feng. With his unpredictable speed of Divine Thief Sect, no one could be his match.

However, Dong Wen Feng was worried that if all of them were to join hands, the eight Black Level Peak cultivators would be able to contend against one Earth-Level Primary Stage cultivator.

Dong Wen Feng hid in the darkness and waited for the chance to make his move. He had to ensure that he could succeed in one strike and not let others have the time to surround him.

They were getting closer and closer, even their breathing could be vaguely heard. Dong Wen Feng took the chance and decisively attacked the masked man who stood closest to him.

"Swish!"

A white light flashed, and the masked man angrily opened his eyes. Before he could think, he fell to the ground and became a corpse.

It turned out that Dong Wen Feng had used the Beast God's Dagger to wipe his opponent's neck, and the corpse's neck was still bleeding profusely.

"Kill him!"

The moment Dong Wen Feng landed on the ground, the leader of the masked men said to the others. His voice was gloomy, as though he was a ghost from hell.

The other masked men quickly approached Dong Wen Feng, their hands holding onto broken blades that flickered with a cold light and a threatening aura.

Swish, swish, swish!

With a burst of blade light and sword images, Dong Wen Feng relied on the Flash Technique to freely weave around like a Spirit Fox, no one could even touch the corner of his clothes.

Clink, clink, clink

Facing Dong Wen Feng's attack, the masked men did not dodge, but used their bodies to resist his attack, and there was the sound of metal clashing.

"F * ck, what the hell is this!"

Dong Wen Feng saw that his attack was ineffective against the masked men, and retorted powerlessly.

One had to know that the Beast God Dagger in his hand was an existence that could cut hair off hair in one slash, even if it was metal. He did not expect such an attack to land on these people, but it only left a few blade marks on their bodies.

Dong Wen Feng was not sure if the other party was wearing a special treasure or if they had used some special technique to increase their defensive power.

As he responded to the attacks of the masked men, Dong Wen Feng also continued to wander and attacked every single one of the masked men.

The result wasn't good. All the attacks landed on the masked men with the same effect.

If they could not break the defense, then how could they fight? The masked men were like madmen, they did not defend at all and only attacked Dong Wen Feng's important areas.

If not for Dong Wen Feng's incomparably fast speed, he would have turned into minced meat under the encirclement of the masked men.

"Eh?"

At the same time that Dong Wen Feng was dodging, he was also observing them, hoping to find a flaw in their defense.

Since their defensive power was astonishing, Dong Wen Feng could only choose to attack weak spots such as their temples, nose, eyes, ears and mouths.

These areas were all exposed, and it was usually impossible to defend these areas. The masked man who was the first to have his throat smeared was the best example.

With that in mind, Dong Wen Feng dodged three consecutive attacks, and went around to the nearest masked man's back.

"Pu ci!"

Dong Wen Feng's dagger pierced right through the masked man's temple, straight into his brain. With a twist of the dagger, it broke all his nerves, and in that instant, he lost all signs of life.

Seeing that the first attack was a success, Dong Wen Feng's eyes lit up, he knew that his guess was right, and picked the person to the right.

The man also saw Dong Wen Feng's gaze, and his eyes revealed a sense of fear.

When Dong Wen Feng rushed over, the masked man had already prepared his defense.

"Ding!"

Dong Wen Feng's dagger pierced the enemy's arm, causing sparks to fly.

Before the masked man could be happy, he saw Dong Wen Feng's strange smile, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"Chi!"

Dong Wen Feng's other hand appeared in front of the masked man, a thin silver needle that was like sunlight directly pierced into his eyeball.

Ah!

The silver needle instantly pierced into the man's brain. The intense pain made the man cry out in pain while covering his head with his hands.

Two masked men attacked Dong Wen Feng at the same time, wanting to stop him from killing them, but their speed was slow.

Before the two masked men could approach, Dong Wen Feng had already used the Beast God's Dagger to slit the throats of the blind man.

Three of his teammates had died, and he did not even manage to grab a corner of Dong Wen Feng's clothes. This made the leader very angry.

"Set up the formation!"

Hearing the order of the masked leader, the other four people formed an array around Dong Wen Feng.

Dong Wen Feng wanted to make use of the speed of the Flash Technique to break through, but he discovered that he was unable to do so. There was an energy wall beside him to block him.

The Qi of the masked men congealed into a single entity along with the formation formation. No matter which direction Dong Wen Feng wanted to break through, he would have to resist the power of five people.

Under the effects of the formation, the strength of the five masked men almost matched up to a cultivator at the peak of the Earth-Level Primary Stage.

And no matter who Dong Wen Feng attacked, he would suffer the joint attack of the other four masked men.

Dong Wen Feng supported himself with the Flash Technique, and continued to jump about in the circle. He was unable to rush out, and the masked men were unable to do anything to him.

"Use a secret technique to quickly kill him!"

Under the orders of the masked leader, the aura of all the remaining people started to rise, and in a short while, they broke through the Earth-Level Primary Stage.

With the increase of the formation, the strength of these people were almost comparable to a cultivator with Earth-Rank Late Stage.

"F * ck, who said that the formation is falling?"

Dong Wen Feng had previously heard that arrays had declined during the Ancient Era and had never looked down on them. He never expected that they would be so troublesome to face an array.

Seeing that the strength of the masked men had increased so much, Dong Wen Feng started to become anxious.

The reason why Dong Wen Feng was unable to rush out was because the array had locked down the surrounding space, if he wanted to exit, he had to break out of this space.

Hmph, I'd like to see if you're really not afraid of death! Dong Wen Feng thought and took out an item from his storage ring.

A palm-sized wooden box appeared in Dong Wen Feng's hands, and after he pressed a button on the wooden box, the masked man exclaimed:

"Flowers in the Storm"

That's right, Dong Wen Feng used the Pear Blossom Rain Needles, which was a proud work of the Chuan Shu Tang Sect. Every Pear Rain Flower was equivalent to a one-time use treasure.

It had a total of three hundred and sixty thin needles, and every single needle was made from black iron crystals.

Dong Wen Feng was extremely glad that he bought such a luxury item at the Shanghai Gathering.

Swish, swish, swish!

Three hundred and sixty silver needles began to rain down like a storm, shining with a strange light like the blossoming of pear blossoms.