Han Feng sneered in his heart. He kept running at full speed without stopping at all. In a few flashes, he moved forward hundreds of feet. However, at this time, he was still slightly behind in speed. He was gradually caught up by the opponent, and the distance was only a few seconds. Five or sixty feet.
While running, the handsome young man suddenly raised his hand and threw out the long sword. He put his hands together and the seals changed continuously. The long sword flew out and turned into a red light and rushed towards Han Feng. It was extremely fast, even faster than Han Feng. The running speed was half as fast, exceeding two hundred feet per breath, and in the blink of an eye he had covered the distance between the two of them, hanging upside down and grabbing Han Feng's head.
Facing this fierce blow, Han Feng did not dare to deal with it casually. He immediately condensed purple light all over his body and transformed into a light shield. With a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, he repeatedly blocked the opponent's long sword attacks. The two were evenly matched. , no one can do anything to anyone.
But at this moment, the speeds of both parties slowed down in unison, making it difficult to keep running at full speed.
The handsome young man's hand seals changed again. The long sword withdrew a few feet, and suddenly burst into scorching flames, covering an area of more than ten feet above. Like a sea of fire, it sprinted down and flooded towards Han Feng.
Han Feng was surprised. He didn't expect that the opponent's sword control skills were so powerful. Not only could he control them freely from such a distance, but he could also deliver such a powerful blow. He asked himself that he couldn't achieve this with his sword control with Qi. Waiting state.
However, he admired it, but he was not afraid at all. He turned around suddenly, looked at the sword head-on, put his hands together, condensed the purple light, and used the move again, turning the sword into light, slashing the world.
The purple-light sword, which was about ten feet wide, was clasped tightly in his hands, and he swung it out, stirring up the spiritual energy in all directions, facing the wind, and rushing towards the long sword that was filled with flames in the sky.
Boom!
The attacks collided with each other, making a loud sound. All the trees within a radius of dozens of feet were shattered, sawdust flew everywhere, sand flew and rocks flew away, as if they had experienced a storm.
A team just happened to be passing by here and was severely hit by this unexpected disaster. Many monks with perfect Qi Zang vomited blood. They evacuated safely under the protection of several talented people.
"Grandma, what a bad luck. Who can tell me what happened!" A monk in this team who had escaped in time cursed.
"Ma Dazui, what are you talking about? Retreat quickly, you are going to die!" A talented person patted him on the head, causing him to wake up suddenly. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and he hurriedly followed everyone away from this place.
The handsome young man saw this scene within the scope of his soul power, but ignored them and allowed them to leave. He continued to control the long sword with flames in the sky, fighting fiercely with Han Feng.
Han Feng's face showed some surprise, because this team was actually from Sanyemen. Among them, there were three monks whose aura was much stronger than the other ten people. They were obviously talented people like Duan Tian. And there was someone he knew among those ten people, and it was Situ Shaomei.
The handsome young man's eyes flashed, and he seemed to see the expression on Han Feng's face. He suddenly laughed and shouted loudly: "Haha, it seems a bit boring for you and me to fight like this, so I can't help but invite them to join in."
Han Feng's eyes were focused, and he was about to speak, but the other party suddenly put away his long sword, merged his sword into one, turned into a rainbow light and flew away, rushing straight towards the team at Sanye Gate.
"You dare!" Han Feng still has some feelings for Sanyemen. After all, he grew up there. Although there is a lot of filth and ugliness in it, he can't just sit back and let others massacre his fellow sects.
He shouted angrily, and immediately chased after him, the speed was also very fast, but the other party's swords were united, and they launched one step earlier. The other party rushed into the ranks of the Sanyemen in an instant, and instantly passed through the cursed monk just now. Body.
The monk known as Ma Dazui opened his mouth and moved his lips with difficulty, but he could no longer say a word. With a bang, his whole body was torn apart, and blood, internal organs and pieces of meat were scattered all over the ground. There was no complete body left. , terrible to look at.
The three geniuses from Sanyemen immediately turned around and came out of the crowd. In shock and anger, they all launched their strongest blows. Blood, sword light and wind blades instantly filled the whole place, forming a network. , and flooded towards the Changhong transformed into a handsome young man.
Bangs and bangs sounded one after another, and the red Changhong broke the attacks of the three of them, causing their mouths to bleed and their bodies to retreat. Fortunately, the dozen or so people behind did not take the opportunity to flee. They turned around and used all the attacks they could. Finally, he successfully intercepted the red rainbow.
The fire flashed, revealing the figure of a handsome young man. His face was slightly pale, and it was obvious that the blow just now consumed a lot of the energy in his body.
He took a deep breath, looked at the people in Sanyemen, and said coldly: "How dare a group of ants come here to compete with the sun and the moon! You are really looking for death!" As he said that, he was about to continue to launch more powerful moves.
"Hmph, all living beings are ants, who are you qualified to comment on them!" Han Feng's voice suddenly came from behind, followed by a purple light and an astonishing sword!
The handsome young man turned his back to the sword and did not dare to take it hard. He hurriedly turned around and dodged. The long sword in his hand flew out, and once again brought flames all over the sky and rushed over. He fought with Han Feng's purple light sword, setting off waves after waves. With the strong air waves, the area of dozens of feet in radius seemed to be a vast ocean, turbulent and restless.
Regardless of their own injuries, the three prodigies of the Sanye Sect quickly used various talismans and quickly retreated while protecting the dozen fellow disciples behind them.
"The voice of the man with purple light all over his body sounds familiar, as if he has heard it somewhere before!" The words of a fourth-level Talisman Master came from the team.
"Did you hear it wrong? That man is much more powerful than our three geniuses. How could you have heard his voice?" A monk with perfect energy said with uneasy eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense and run away for your life. We are really in the wrong place. It's too dangerous!" Someone complained, speeding up and running out.
Among the crowd, only Situ Shaomei looked back from time to time to look at the purple light behind her. Her eyes were complicated. She was not sure whether that person was Han Feng, but she felt very familiar in her heart. Unfortunately, the spiritual energy in that area was in disorder. , even if she released her soul power to spy regardless of the danger, she would get nothing.
Not long after, everyone in Sanyemen moved away from this place and completely disappeared.
During this period, the handsome young man tried several times to throw away Han Feng and pursue them, but he was intercepted by Han Feng regardless of the risk of injury. As a result, his body was slashed several times with long swords. Fortunately, his body was protected by purple light. Extremely tough and physically strong, he was able to resist.
