Han Feng was surprised, but as soon as he rolled his eyes, he understood. Apparently someone outside was beginning to break through the invisible barrier.
After this period of speculation, Han Feng also roughly knew that this barrier was probably the restriction left by Jianyun Villa in ancient times. It was used to protect these elixirs and prevent his disciples from stealing them. Secondly, it could also gather spiritual energy to provide these spiritual materials. Provides ample nourishment.
Just as Han Feng was thinking about it, another explosion rippled in the distance, and then it completely subsided, as if the invisible barrier had been broken again.
Han Feng was slightly startled, and without thinking too much, he hurried deep into the area. He had to search for spiritual materials as quickly as possible and then run away.
In the following time, Han Feng's soul power was greatly expanded, and he managed to open up an area of three and a half sheets. Although a lot of elixirs had been harvested here, he still harvested three Tianlan Fragrant Fruits within one stick of incense. .
He was nearly half a mile deep when his eyes suddenly lit up. A blue lake appeared in front of him. It was as big as an acre. He released his soul power and swept it away. He took a breath and realized that the lake was not water. , but a liquid formed by the condensation of spiritual energy.
Spiritual liquid!
This is a priceless treasure, and more importantly, there are fourteen or five willow trees growing around the small lake. Each one is golden, and the willow leaves are like golden leaves. They sway slightly, the spiritual light shines, and the spiritual pressure spreads out. , formed an invisible barrier, pushing away the fog in the sky.
Han Feng was shocked in his heart, and without thinking about anything, he spread his legs and rushed towards the lake. But when he reached the shore, the willow branches were flying, clattering like whips, bringing with them sharp golden lights and shadows, like lightsabers. .
Han Feng quickly dodged and managed to avoid the attacks of seven or eight willow sticks. They hit the ground, leaving deep dents and sending up circles of smoke.
After these wicker sticks failed to hit, they bounced up again and pierced straight like a sharp sword. The speed was extremely fast, and they arrived in the blink of an eye. Han Feng hurriedly took out the broken sword. Although he blocked their attack, he was knocked back. When I went out, I saw that they could continue to stab them, so I quickly slashed with my sword, and immediately cut off several branches. But at this moment, more willow sticks came from behind. He was so frightened that he grabbed a few pieces of willow sticks and quickly retreated into the mist, thus escaping the disaster.
Those willow branches seemed to be only long enough to reach the edge of the fog. As soon as Han Feng retreated into the fog, the other party suddenly pulled back.
Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief. After the two rough rounds of fighting just now, the strength of each blow from those wicker branches was no less than that of the middle stage of refining the sword. Seven or eight of them came at once. Even if he was physically accomplished and powerful, it would be difficult for him to resist.
Moreover, he raised his hand and looked at the willow branches carefully, but he didn't see what kind of spiritual creatures these golden willow trees were. They seemed to be extremely tough, and with the sharpness of a broken sword, he had been struck hard by the repeated cuts just now. My wrist was sore from the shock.
"What a good thing!" Han Feng put these pieces of wicker into the storage ring and was about to rush into it again, but there was a sudden fluctuation not far away. Although it was slight, he caught it keenly and immediately Press action and silently follow the fluctuation.
After a while, he touched there, and through the mist, he heard the sound of explosions coming and going inside the lake. It was obvious that a fierce battle was taking place.
After about half a stick of incense, a scream was suddenly heard inside, and then there was a loud bang, the air wave fluctuated greatly, and a wave of spiritual pressure rushed towards Han Feng's direction, and a figure rushed over in an instant. come out.
Han Feng staggered out of the way and barely managed to avoid the opponent's collision. He let go of his soul power and saw that the man's body was shrouded in colorful light, and his appearance and clothes could not be seen clearly. The next moment, the man had already gone away and separated from him. The soul power covered the area, and then a thunderous sonic boom was heard in the distance.
He was secretly surprised. The speed of the man just now clearly exceeded the speed of sound, and it did not seem to be caused by activating the talisman, because there was no fluctuation in the power of the talisman, and he did not know what kind of technique was used.
He shook his head, no longer thinking about it, walked through the thick fog again, and walked into it, but there was a look of horror on his face.
At this moment, a golden willow tree beside the spiritual liquid lake was knocked over, revealing its tangled roots. At the same time, a deep sword mark was left on the tree trunk, which was about six feet thick. It was about six or seven feet long. , slanting down, almost cutting it into two pieces. The strange thing is that this willow tree is slowly moving, slowly correcting its posture, and seems to be able to take root again and stand firm, regaining a new life.
Han Feng's mind suddenly became hot and he immediately rushed forward, hoping to take the opportunity to rush into the lake of spiritual liquid.
But when he rushed to the opponent and was still five or six feet away, the golden willow trees on both sides of it immediately stretched out their golden branches and stabbed at him, dozens of them, with infinite force. He was busy dealing with it and could not move forward for a while.
"Hmph!" Han Feng was suddenly hit in the left leg by a wicker stick, and he grunted immediately. Fortunately, he danced the broken sword in time, bursting out sword light, blocking the other wicker sticks, and then retreated to avoid the tied people. crisis. Then he took out a fourth-grade Talisman Red Flame Talisman from his arms. After activating it, a sea of fire descended, covering dozens of feet in front of him. It was so hot that the air crackled.
However, at the next moment, all the willow trees suddenly swelled in brilliance and connected with each other, forming a light shield that isolated the sea of fire, leaving everything unscathed.
Han Feng's eyes flashed, and he was about to use the fifth-grade talisman. At this moment, there was a wave of fluctuation behind him.
Suddenly, several people rushed in from outside, three men and two women, all of them looked very young, in their early twenties. The men were dressed in Yunnan red brocade clothes, but one of them was pale and had scars on his shoulders. On blood. The two girls were dressed in different clothes. One was wearing a fiery red dress, swaying, and her charm was revealed as she looked around. The other one was wearing a light green robe, with delicate features and a cold expression. He was staring at Han Feng coldly.
"Who are you!" The pale, horse-faced young man shouted at Han Feng.
Han Feng naturally ignored him and stepped aside without looking back, about to leave this place.
"Seeking death!" This time it was the woman in the fiery red dress who cursed angrily. She quickly took out a fiery red whip, flicked it casually, and a blazing flame rushed towards Han Feng without warning.
Han Feng was slightly startled, but his expression remained normal. He turned around, turned his wrist, and the broken sword in his hand emitted a blade of light, like a light curtain, intercepting the flames unleashed by the opponent. The stalemate was in mid-air, with loud bangs and bangs.
"Humph, what a trick!" The woman suddenly took a step forward, and without even noticing how she moved, she rushed to Han Feng. The whip in her hand was straightened, and it pierced the sword curtain laid down by Han Feng like a spear. , his sword screen immediately collapsed, turning into little afterglow and dissipating.
