"Boom!"
The thunder and lightning here were several times more powerful than in the edge area. As soon as Han Feng approached the purple-red spirit flower, a thunder and lightning as thick as his tail finger struck down, like a blade of heavenly punishment.
In an instant, the white light that protected his body was broken through, and the thunder and lightning turbulence quickly rushed into his body, washing away his limbs and bones. Under the operation of the Soul Refining Diamond Art, it had an effect again this time, and wisps of special Spiritual power was derived from him, and the white light on his face slowly climbed upwards. Although it was slow, it was moving forward after all.
On the other hand, the thirteenth meridian deep in his body was also squirming and continued to open in an unknown direction.
The next moment, thunder flashed in the gloomy sky, and in the blink of an eye another lightning struck.
This thunder and lightning was about an inch thick and increased by more than ten times. It was not known whether the formation was clever and deliberately sent down such shocking thunder and lightning to punish Han Feng, or whether he was unlucky and encountered such an accident by chance.
Han Feng felt the coercion and did not dare to take a direct attack, but he also knew that it was too late to dodge. He immediately took out the broken sword, injected his true energy, and opened the thick curtain of sword light in an attempt to weaken the power within it.
Unfortunately, the thunder and lightning was so powerful that it penetrated the Broken Sword Light's defense in an instant, hit him hard, and broke through his protective light again. The thunder and lightning dispersed like running water, and a large number of fragments seeped into his body. in vivo.
Han Feng felt a numbness at the first moment, and then tingling pain all over his body, like being cut into pieces with a thousand knives, and the pain penetrated his heart.
"ah……"
Even though he had the strength to endure, he couldn't help shouting, and a series of cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly, the size of soybeans, dripping to the ground.
While his mind was still clear, he gritted his teeth and jumped out of this minefield.
But at this moment, a burst of thunder suddenly shone in the sky, and several thunder and lightning flashed out at the same time, chasing Han Feng in unison. They were so fast that they hit him just as he was about to escape from the fog area. body, immediately leaving a few dark marks on his chest.
With a muffled sound of "bang", he rolled out and fell heavily on the gravel ground. He remained motionless and he was not seen getting up for a long time.
After a full thirty or forty breaths, he slowly sat up, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood, leaned his upper body sideways, grinned, stretched out his hand to touch the black marks on his chest, opened his damaged clothes and took a closer look, Only four interlaced red lines were left on the surface of his fair and shiny skin. Even if four lightning bolts attacked at the same time, they could not break his body. Moreover, those red spots are slowly fading, apparently recovering on their own.
Han Feng was astonished. He felt more and more powerful that his physical body was stronger, and he couldn't help but have greater expectations for the Soul Refining Diamond Technique.
He took a deep breath and simply sat cross-legged to heal his wounds. Just as he was about to take out the healing elixir and take it, a group of people suddenly appeared in the distance within the scope of his soul power.
He raised his brows slightly, but did not dodge. He continued to take out three light yellow pills from his arms and drank them, silently recovering from the hidden wounds in his body.
"Haha, Han Feng, you are indeed here. I didn't waste my time chasing you all the way!"
After a while, with a burst of laughter, three people appeared hundreds of feet away. Judging from their costumes, they were all disciples of the Sanye Sect. One of them had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance was very handsome, but he was just like a piece of paper. Generally thin lips look a bit mean.
This person is none other than Situ Changqing!
From what he said, it seemed that he had been searching for traces of Han Feng. As for his ability to accurately find this place, he must have left a secret mark on Han Feng when he was in the outside world. After all, he is a child of a big family, and some methods are naturally beyond the reach of ordinary disciples.
Such scheming shows that Situ Changqing is not an ordinary person, and he probably had the intention to deal with Han Feng early on. This time, he did not hesitate to waste time fighting for the opportunity, but also traveled a long distance to hunt down Han Feng. How powerful was his hatred.
"I said, if you dare to enter the Grand Canyon of Death, I will not let you off lightly. Since you want to seek death, then I can help you!" Situ Changqing looked confident, looking at the damaged clothes on Han Feng's chest, the corner of his mouth He tilted his head slightly, showing a sneer, looking even more unscrupulous.
"However, for the sake of our fellow disciples, I can still give you another chance. As long as you follow me in the future and regard me as my master, I will forget all your past sins!" Situ Changqing suddenly changed the topic. , said slowly.
Han Feng's expression was as calm as water. There was no expression on his face and no one knew what he was thinking. He just glanced at Situ Changqing and then looked away without saying a word.
"Junior Brother Han, are you scared to death? Senior Brother Situ is asking you something. I advise you to agree quickly, lest you die and lose your life!" A monk on the left of Situ Changqing immediately shouted.
Han Feng glanced at this man coldly, his eyes were like lightning, and he immediately calmed him down, not daring to say another word.
"It's not a pity to die if you pretend to be a god!" Another monk on the right side of Situ Changqing immediately took over the topic and cursed. Just as he was about to continue to say something, he saw Han Feng stand up and slash with a broken sword in his hand. The sword light went straight to his neck.
He was shocked and was about to raise his sword to block, but Situ Changqing had already taken a step forward and blocked Han Feng's attack with his sword.
Situ Changqing's body moved slightly, but he was unscathed and successfully blocked the blow with a calm demeanor.
"Hmph, since you want to die, don't blame me for not caring about my feelings!" Situ Changqing held a sword in his hand and suddenly burst out with an astonishing momentum. The sword light was like a tide, rising and falling.
"Shuashuashua..."
In an instant, a large piece of sword light poured out like water from a river, rushing towards Han Feng like a wolf or a tiger.
Han Feng's pupils shrank. Situ Changqing's sword was not simple. It was as powerful as the broken sword in his hand. A casual strike was comparable to the power displayed by the strong men in the early days of Guiyuan.
No wonder this guy is so confident and keeps telling big lies!
Han Feng's mind was spinning, but the broken sword in his hand did not stop at all. With a slight movement, a wave of sword light as high as a person also spurted out. In the blink of an eye, it went dozens of feet away, colliding with the opponent's sword light, roaring. It didn't stop, it took a while before they both disappeared.
They actually fought equally well with each other!
"Hehe, there are some tricks, no wonder you are so calm!" Situ Changqing laughed out loud, paused, and then said: "But this is the best, if you are too weak, killing you is like killing a chicken, what's the fun! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the long sword in his hand again and struck forward suddenly. A wisp of sword light as thin as a needle thread flew out, as fast as lightning, and it was in front of Han Feng in an instant, less than three meters away from his body. Husband.
