Time passed by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. Han Feng went on to win three games in a row, and one of them was a bye. His luck was so good that many of the monks who supported him felt a little incredible.
In the other two games, he met the branch geniuses at Duan Tian's level, so he won easily and advanced to the top nineteen. However, this time he did not have a bye. The battle information was also displayed on the Dao Battle Monument. The opponent was called Ye Zai is said to be one of the top ten figures in the outer sect, and he is on par with the Mang Liu he encountered before.
Han Feng arrived at the outer area of Arena No. 18 early in the morning. It was still a crater hundreds of feet wide. He was already a little numb to the enthusiasm of the audience. He did not stop, but directly took out a Fu Feng Talisman and jumped into the air. Fly down.
He thought he had arrived very early, but he didn't expect that after entering, his opponent in this battle, Ye Zai, had been waiting below for a long time.
Ye Zai was dressed in green, tall and handsome, holding a folding fan, looking like a handsome young man, but not the slightest bit arrogant. Seeing Han Feng coming over, he immediately stood up, smiled at him, clasped his fists, and said: "My dear, Ye Zai, Senior Brother Han's name has been very popular recently, and I finally have a chance to see his true face, haha!"
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. Seeing that he was being polite, Han Feng would naturally not be indifferent. He immediately returned the greeting and said with a smile: "It's just for the fun of other students, it's not worth mentioning."
Ye Zai nodded. He didn't seem to be the kind of person who was good at communication. He smiled softly and stopped talking.
Naturally, Han Feng was so happy that he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.
Not a moment later, the elder referee of this competition flew over from a distance, landed slowly, and suspended in the air. His aura was almost invisible, but the more so, the more terrifying it became.
Han Feng quickly stood up and saluted Ye Zai together.
The middle-aged elder in gray clothes glanced at the two of them, wasting no time, and said bluntly: "Let's get started!" As he said that, he waved his hand, and blue light burst out and fell to the edge of the pit. Somewhere, the surrounding light cyan protective shields were immediately activated, buckling outside like a basin, sealing them tightly.
Ye Zai looked at Han Feng, smiled, bowed his hands, and said, "Senior Brother Han, please!"
"Please!" Han Feng returned the gesture with his fists raised.
Ye Zai stretched out his hand to touch his arms, and with a flash of light, a long halberd appeared in his hand. He shook it randomly a few times and made a few swishing sounds. Several black halberd lights flew toward Han Feng like sharp blades. It seems to be able to cut through everything.
Han Feng casually threw out a few punches, hitting a few purple light fist shadows like needles against wheat. They just collided with the opponent's halberd light, but did not make the slightest sound, and they were both wiped out.
Han Feng frowned slightly, knowing that this was just a tentative strike, but it already had great power, on par with his own purple light fist.
Ye Zai's hands holding the halberd suddenly tightened, his figure swayed slightly, and his whole body disappeared in an instant.
Han Feng's soul power bloomed, and he immediately looked up and saw that the opponent had indeed jumped into the high altitude, and a dark light erupted from his body. It made people feel dizzy, and it seemed to have the effect of confusing the enemy.
Soon enough, the moment he looked up, Ye Zai had merged into a black stream of light, rushing down like Mount Tai, arriving in the blink of an eye.
Han Feng's pupils shrank, and the Soul Refining Diamond Art in his body turned wildly. The skin all over his body turned purple in an instant, and the purple light on his body surged, forming a purple shield several feet wide above him, lying between him and the black streamer that Ye Zai had transformed into. .
boom!
There was an explosion, and the place where the black stream of light collided with the purple shield burst out with brilliant fire, lightning and thunder, causing a sensation in all directions. The ground, which had never been damaged before, began to appear cracks. The gravel splashed and hissed, bringing up white air waves, which bounced onto the light cyan light shield in the distance, immediately creating circles of ripples, colorful. , magnificent.
The purple shield shattered and the black stream of light dissipated, revealing Ye Zai with a pale face. He was in mid-air, retreating violently, for fear of being counterattacked by Han Feng.
Han Feng bent his legs slightly, his face flushed, and he shouted angrily. At this moment, his hands flew out, and two purple beams shot out, stabbing Ye Zai like two spears.
Ye Zai shook his halberd, bringing up a series of black lights that emerged like a whirlpool. With a bang, he blocked Han Feng's angry counterattack.
Uh-huh!
Han Feng kicked off his legs, and his long-prepared body rushed out. He was as fast as lightning, approaching Ye Zai, and rushed to him in an instant. He raised his left hand, and the purple light condensed, transforming into a weapon several feet long. The big sword slashed straight at him.
Ye Zai's body sank and he stood firm on the ground. He stabbed upward with the halberd in his hand, bringing up a black light and blocking the slash of Han Feng's purple light sword.
But he also trembled slightly, as if he was under great pressure.
Han Feng pursued the victory, swaying the purple light to his heart's content, and continuously transformed into various weapons, including swords, guns, halberds and hammers, eighteen kinds of weapons appeared, changing their patterns to fight with Ye Zai.
Ye Zai was shocked. He didn't expect that Han Feng had cultivated the body-protecting Gang Qi to such an extent. He had already reached the level of proficiency in the art of transforming Gang Qi into shape. He could transform the body at will and have extraordinary power. Every move he made consumed a large amount of infuriating energy, and he was extremely suppressed. He was unable to launch his own offensive at all, and gradually fell into passive defense.
The more Han Feng fought, the more comfortable he became. He could do whatever he wanted without breaking the rules. Every pore in his body seemed to be open, greedily devouring the abundant spiritual energy around him. It was like some kind of restriction had been opened, and his body became more open. It has the potential to embrace all rivers, and the outer skin that has not improved for a long time is now further strengthened, the color becomes darker, and there is a faint flash of white light.
Deep purple and white!
Han Feng didn't know what this change meant, but he felt it should be beneficial and harmless.
Although he has been practicing the Soul Refining Diamond Technique for a long time, he still can't understand the details of this technique. It seems that it will evolve on its own, and things that are not recorded in the magic formula appear from time to time, such as purple skin. It is not within the description of the first level of skills, it was completely mutated by chance.
At this time, there was a trace of white light, maybe it had mutated again, of course, it was also possible that this was the background of this technique, but the classics I practiced were fragments and not comprehensive enough.
Han Feng suddenly remembered this, and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
"ah……"
Just when Han Feng was attacking and thinking wildly, Ye Zai suddenly shouted, as if he was frightened.
Han Feng came back to his senses and took a closer look. He saw that the sword he had transformed into was glowing with white light and extremely sharp. It actually broke through the opponent's black light defense in one fell swoop and slashed directly on his halberd, slashing out a gap.
