Chapter 109: Extreme Battle

Style: Heros Author: The fragrance of the yearWords: 2013Update Time: 24/01/18 19:09:04
"The little witch Ling Fen has also rushed over, let's retreat!" Some people retreated one after another, seeming to be more afraid of her, but her strength was obviously not as strong as Long Min's, and they didn't know why.

Long Min and Ling Fen from Jiuxiao Palace rushed all the way, almost invincible. However, when they approached the center of the lake, strong men from other sects also appeared one after another. With swords blazing into the sky and thousands of sword shadows, they finally stopped the two of them. Several parties were fighting endlessly, and the lake surface was exploded with waves of water higher and higher. The aquatic plants in a radius of hundreds of feet had long been annihilated and turned into ashes. Only the colorful mist lotus in the center had a layer of mysterious seven-colored light. The membrane protected it and remained unscathed.

Long Minfeng's eyes were like lightning, and his heroic figure was full of courage. At this moment, he had already used the cyan compass, hovering above his head, forming a thick protective shield, blocking many sharp attacks. At the same time, she clenched the magic formula with both hands, and the splendid square scarf floated on her chest. Hundreds of sword shadows were continuously produced, surrounding her body, whizzing out from time to time, erupting with terrifying sword energy, filling the four directions, and interacting with everyone. The strong man on the other side continued to struggle, with explosions and waves rolling in the sky.

In the lake, inside the green ball of light, Han Feng's head was still emitting a boundless light, covering all directions, but the white light seemed to have no lethality at all and could only absorb a large amount of spiritual energy, so it did not prevent the monks outside from diving into the water and heading towards it. He's coming over here.

Fortunately, the water was densely covered with aquatic plants and algae, and was extremely tough. Even if they were not weak, they would not be able to find Han Feng's location for a while.

Suddenly, with a popping sound, the green light film outside finally broke away and turned into rich spiritual power, which was also absorbed by the remaining talisman. The lake water outside poured in, forming a large water flow, and in an instant it was It filled the entire spherical space and completely submerged Han Feng.

Han Feng's consciousness was immersed in the depths of the soul sea, and he couldn't help but feel worried as he watched the remnant talisman burst out with dazzling light uncontrollably, seemingly without stopping.

So ostentatious!

It is bound to attract the attention of outside monks, especially the two beams of light emitted from his own eyes, which can be seen even from a distance.

But he was helpless. He was conscious at the moment, but his body could not move. He was imprisoned in place by the white light of the remaining talisman. He was motionless and could only pray that people outside could not find his location so quickly.

Time passed little by little, and soon an hour passed.

At this moment, a figure rushed down from above silently. After a while, Han Feng suddenly felt a ray of soul power sweep across his body, but as soon as it passed by, he did not appear again, and the figure also followed. Far away, it seemed that his presence could not be discovered.

Then, within the time of a cup of tea, several soul powers with different fluctuations appeared one after another to spy on him, but miraculously, none of them found his whereabouts, as if he did not exist in this area.

Han Feng was happy in his heart, secretly thinking that it might be because of the residual talisman that his aura was completely blocked.

"What's going on? After searching for a long time, I still can't find the location of the treasure!" After half an hour, a voice suddenly came from below Han Feng.

"Hey, why is it empty above? There's not a single water plant!" Someone suddenly rushed up and entered the spherical area where Han Feng was in an instant.

Wisps of soul power scanned towards Han Feng. In fact, the opponent was only five or six feet away from Han Feng at this moment, but he couldn't find him.

This person passed by and flew upwards with full of doubts. Just as he was about to leave this area, the light around him suddenly became much lighter, and then disappeared completely after a few flashes, and the spiritual energy of the world returned to calm. .

This person and some people nearby were stunned for a moment, and then they immediately reacted and spread out their soul power to sweep around. However, there was still a power that hindered the soul power's detection, so everyone's soul power was restored to cover dozens of feet. It's just a range, even the person closest to Han Feng couldn't detect him.

Then the man shook his head, stopped staying, and swam in another direction. In the blink of an eye, he was submerged in the water plants again.

Han Feng moved slightly, his consciousness returned to his body again, he opened his eyes, his whole body trembled, and there was a creaking sound. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't dare to stay here anymore, so he rushed out and was soon submerged. There was no trace among the water plants.

On the lake, the group of monks were still fighting, but at this moment, there were only three sects left, namely Jiuxiao Palace, Wanjian Sect and Hehuan Valley. These three sects were all major sects in the main line of the Jianyun Mountain Range. Among them, Hehuan Valley has the most powerful people, with four people, Wanjianmen is in the middle, with three people, and Jiuxiao Palace has the least, with only two people. However, from the scene, the three parties were evenly matched. The two girls from Jiuxiao Palace swept their cold eyes, their seals flew, silk ribbons, beams of light, and sword shadows flashed in turn, trying to resist the seven strong men of the other two sects, but they did not Can capture the colorful mist lotus.

During this period, many monks from other sects emerged from the bottom of the water and tried to steal the colorful mist lotus from below. However, the light film covering the outside was so strong that their successive attacks could not damage it at all.

Seeing this scene, these three sects naturally couldn't tolerate them. They joined forces to launch fierce attacks, severely injuring or even killing those who tried to take advantage of them. They showed no mercy!

The blood of more than a dozen monks spread out, and in just a moment, a large area of ​​​​the lake surface was dyed red, making the colorful mist lotus even more vivid.

Upon seeing this, the other surrounding monks did not dare to trespass into the core area where the three powerful men were located, and hid more than a hundred feet away, waiting for an opportunity. Of course, some monks completely gave up on the colorful mist lotus, retreated in an orderly manner, and ran down the mountain.

Even if it is a rare medicine, you have to live to enjoy it!

On a certain lake surface, there was a splash, and a figure emerged from the water. Suddenly it was Han Feng. As soon as he came out, he heard the thunderous sound of fighting in the distance. He displayed his soul power and slowly peeked over. At this time, the shielding power around him dissipated with the disappearance of the bloody man, causing his soul to disappear. The force once again enveloped the area of ​​​​thousand feet, and he saw the scene of their battle at a glance. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. These guys were extremely fast, exceeding the speed of sound, but they were silent. With his strong soul power, he could only see a few lines. The afterimages were flashing and attacking each other. Each of their blows brought up the majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth. When they collided with each other, a terrifying light burst out. Large pits more than ten feet deep were blasted out on the lake surface. Vast vapors rose into the sky, which was more than ordinary. A monk with a perfect Qi reservoir is countless times more powerful, and even the so-called genius is far inferior.

"Could this be the ultimate power that the round-faced girl Xiaofen said!" Han Feng murmured, his eyes suddenly lit up for some reason, and he clenched his hands slightly.