Chapter 131: Escape

Style: Heros Author: The fragrance of the yearWords: 2006Update Time: 24/01/18 19:09:04
The handsome young man was furious. He originally wanted to use Han Feng's attention to the team to make them focus on one thing and not the other, thus severely injuring Han Feng. However, he never expected that Han Feng's physical body was so strong. He struck several times with his long sword. The slash to Han Feng's body only left a faint scar.

"Is this guy a mutant from a monster?!" The handsome boy became more frightened as he fought. After half an hour of tossing, only half of the energy in his body was left, and the speed of automatic recovery could no longer keep up with the consumption. The speed was high, but in the midst of a fierce battle, he couldn't stop and take pills to replenish his energy.

Han Feng's face was equally pale, and there were many damaged areas in his clothes, revealing red sword marks, which were as hot and painful as if they had been pulled out by a whip.

The handsome young man took a deep breath, and suddenly used the human-sword-in-one move again, turning into a bright red rainbow and shooting out, like a dancing dragon, rushing towards Han Feng.

This was the third time he had used it. Han Feng had endured it once before. It was extremely powerful and he did not dare to underestimate it. He opened his hands and the Spirit Refining Diamond Art in his body was running wildly, squeezing out every ounce of power inside his body and condensing it. A more brilliant purple light emitted, turning into a giant light shield eight or nine feet in size on his chest, blocking his body.

boom!

There was an explosion, and the red rainbow struck between the lightning and stone fire. It seemed to be only a ray of light about a foot in size, but its power was like a huge mountain. Even though Han Feng had a weight of hundreds of thousands of kilograms, it hit him. Even though he was hit hard, he was knocked back a few steps, and the true energy in his body trembled slightly.

However, he was able to withstand it again without any injuries, and this time the giant light shield in front of him did not crack and dissipate. It was obvious that the opponent was a little weak.

This created an opportunity for Han Feng to counterattack. He made a prompt decision and the entire light shield suddenly turned into a purple light. It flooded towards the red rainbow that the handsome young man had transformed into, trapping him in one fell swoop and leaving him alone. No matter how hard you try, you can't break free.

Han Feng's eyes flashed fiercely, and he was about to launch a crushing blow. The red rainbow trapped in the purple light suddenly shot out bursts of white fireworks, burning all the purple light surrounding him, and instantly revealed a hole. , the handsome boy immediately shrank several times, flew out from it, and fled.

More than a hundred feet away, the red rainbow quickly dimmed, suddenly grew larger, and the light dissipated, revealing the body of the handsome young man again. But at this moment, he let out a whoosh, vomited a mouthful of blood, and his face was no longer pale.

Just a moment ago, he used his original fire, otherwise he would die in the purple light spread by Han Feng.

At this moment, Han Feng laughed loudly and rushed over. He would not let the tiger return to the mountain. Since this person dared to come to chase him, he had to be prepared to die in battle, not to mention that this person also killed his own Members of the same sect must be killed both emotionally and rationally.

The handsome young man gritted his teeth and took the healing elixir. He took a strong breath and fled quickly. At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that when his body recovered completely, even if he asked for help from a stronger person in his sect, he would join forces to kill this person. people.

Han Feng seemed to know this, so he chased after him, but the opponent tried his best to run away, but his speed was just a tiny bit faster than him. Especially when the opponent took out a shining green talisman and stuck it on his body, his speed increased even more. With one step, she quickly distanced herself from him, gradually drifting further and further away.

Han Feng was helpless. After all, he didn't have a talisman of the same level as the Wind Wing Talisman. Although he had extorted many monks' property before, it was unlikely that they would give them life-saving things like the Wind Wing Talisman, and he I didn’t want to cause a big fuss, so I had to give it up as soon as it was good.

They were chasing each other like this, and more than ten breaths of time had passed before they knew it. Seeing that the handsome young man was about to completely escape from the scope of his soul power, Han Feng was extremely anxious, but he had no choice but to do anything.

The handsome young man was also secretly happy. He took out a pill and drank it while running. The chaotic aura in his body was suppressed, and his complexion returned to its original state. The true energy in his body was slowly growing, returning to 60 to 70%. He didn't know that he What a magical medicine he took, so quickly.

But there was a deep sense of hatred between his brows and eyes. He clenched his hands into fists and kept feeling fierce in his heart. Today's revenge will definitely be avenged!

At this moment, a team suddenly appeared in front of them. It was the group of people from Sanyemen. At this moment, they were sitting cross-legged in the forest, resting and meditating.

The difference from before was that there was one more person among them, a woman who had emerged from the dust. She was dressed in white and was none other than Murong Xue.

She sat quietly aside, listening to what the junior sisters were saying, her expression as calm as water, her face unwavering, but she frowned from time to time.

"Haha, it turns out that you bunch of ants are hiding here. It's true that there is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell and you have to break in!" The handsome young man laughed and continued: "I'll compensate you with some interest. , let the person behind you feel sad and regret it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to attack, targeting those weak female monks, especially the three female talisman masters such as Situ Shaomei.

"Senior Sister Murong, that's him!" A little girl who was only fourteen or fifteen years old stood up suddenly, took a few steps forward, and raised her finger to point at the handsome young man.

The handsome young man snorted, and without saying a word, with a flick of his wrist, a sword light shot out, slashing at the little girl like a wolf or a tiger.

This little girl was also a Talisman Master, and she was only in the third level. How could she withstand such an attack? Before the sword light arrived, she was shocked by the sword energy emanating from it. She took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

It seemed that the next moment, this delicate and beautiful girl was going to die under the sword of the handsome young man. The three geniuses were sitting far away, unable to save her for a while.

At this moment, a streak of snow-white light emerged without any warning. With a clanging sound, it intercepted the sword light of the handsome young man as if it were real, and then completely shattered it, and then turned into a lotus, with wisps of The cold air burst out, filling more than ten feet in front of him in an instant, just covering the handsome young man.

Only then did the handsome young man wake up. He hurriedly raised his sword to protect his body, emitting bursts of fire, forming layers of defensive light curtains to block the silent cold attack.

Bang bang bang, the cold air was like the sword wire, constantly cutting the fiery red light curtain of the delicate young man, causing ripples on the surface, as if it was about to break, but it did not break in the end, and instead the cold air was consumed.

The handsome young man breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Murong Xue, who was still sitting cross-legged on the ground. However, the Qiu Shui sword lying flat on her legs had already been unsheathed, emitting bursts of cold light.