The broken sword in Han Feng's hand was shining brighter and brighter, and it seemed that it would leave the sword in the next moment and become a murderous weapon!
Seeing this scene, the strong man felt the more lofty sword intent. He was finally afraid. With a low roar, he quickly took out a flying shuttle. After actuating it, it emitted a soft green glow and enveloped him. He went away at a very fast speed, and in an instant he was more than a hundred feet away. In less than a breath, he was eight hundred feet away. Even Han Feng's speed was far inferior.
After Han Feng successfully forced the man back, he immediately stopped injecting the power of true energy into the broken sword. At the same time, he turned around quickly, took one step, spanned more than a hundred feet, and slashed out with only one-tenth of the true power of the sword. The sword light swept out and slashed at the red-robed young man.
The young man in red robe was still gasping for air and recovering from his injuries. It was not that he had not thought about escaping just now, but he was injured and the time was too short. He had no time to escape.
At this moment, seeing another sword light coming towards him, he became even more panicked. He hurriedly took out several defensive treasures and activated them all at once. The strange light shone in front of the broken sword light!
"Rumble..."
A series of loud noises resounded, and the defenses he had set up either fell down or were broken. However, after passing through these obstacles, the power of the sword light was almost exhausted. When it came to him, it was already extremely dim.
A crimson ox that he externalized pushed forward and smashed the sword light into pieces. His eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Han Feng and said, "So you are also at the end of your strength!"
"You can try it!" Han Feng sneered, suddenly jumped into the air and rushed towards him.
The young man in red robe tried his best, but still lost to Han Feng. After all, he was only a Guiyuan of this level, which was far different from Han Feng's Supreme Earth-level Guiyuan. What's more, Han Feng also had the ability to condense the Soul Refining Vajra Technique. The giant bloody tiger that had grown up was far more powerful than him. How could he be Han Feng's opponent?
After five or six rounds, the boy in red robe drank in hatred under the claw of the giant bloody tiger and died completely!
Han Feng didn't have much emotion. He picked up all his treasures and storage rings, used fireball to burn them to ashes, exhaled gently, and walked away.
The desert was endless. After three days and nights, Han Feng still couldn't get out. And as he went deeper, he also found that the spiritual energy here was getting thinner and thinner, almost equivalent to the outer gate area of the Three-leaf Gate.
In addition, he did not notice the existence of anyone. The world was vast, vast and lonely, and he was the only one walking alone in the vast sea of sand.
Time flew by, and five or six days passed before I knew it.
Han Feng walked an unknown distance and came to a stretch of Gobi Desert. There was no grass growing here, and strong winds swept in from all directions from time to time. Even though he had the protective aura to defend himself, he still felt exhausted.
In this place, the spiritual energy has become even thinner, and it is completely unable to satisfy his own consumption.
After being promoted to the realm of Guiyuan and the realm of Fuhu, although his combat power is ten times that of before, the consumption has also increased more than ten times. Every moment, a large amount of spiritual energy must be consumed in every move, otherwise it will be difficult to move forward. !
He took out a high-grade spiritual stone, silently absorbed the spiritual energy, replenished the real energy and physical strength consumed in his body, and then moved forward again. He knew that he had no way back and had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out of this vast desert.
He looked up at the sky, which was still gray and gray. Occasionally, ghosts would sink down and block his way. He tried his best to avoid fighting with them, but the ghosts here were extremely ferocious, and they wouldn't let go of him, instinctively moving towards him. Attack.
Since stepping into this desert, he has lost count of how many ghosts he has killed, large and small, and there are more than a few earth vein crystals left in the storage ring. They are almost piled up. It looks like a hill.
Fortunately, there is no army of ghosts appearing here like the wild grassland outside. Only a few ghosts have settled here. Although most of them are large ghosts, their strength is comparable to the masters of the Guiyuan period, and there are even those who are equivalent to ordinary Guiyuan perfection. Although he is strong, he can handle it, so he won't be blocked in the way forward.
In fact, the trouble caused by the ghost to him was not that big. The real obstacle was the strong winds, like tornadoes. Each one came suddenly and contained terrifying power. He did not dare to resist forcefully and always remained vigilant. , dodge as much as possible if you can, and only use the bloody giant tiger or golden dragon phantom to resist when it is really unavoidable.
"Where exactly is the place ahead?" Han Feng looked towards the end of the road, his eyes shining slightly.
He looked forward to it more and more. In his opinion, this kingdom of the undead did not seem to be naturally generated as mentioned in the legend, but more like a special place set up by a powerful person. After all, each level here has obvious characteristics. The design seems to be screening the monks who come in again and again.
At this time, a tornado nearly ten feet thick suddenly appeared again, appearing on the left side of Han Feng without any warning. They were only thirty feet away from each other, and swept towards Han Feng with a roaring sound.
Its speed was extremely fast, and it could reach him over a distance of thirty feet in the blink of an eye.
No matter how fast Han Feng reacted, he only had time to move five feet away before he was wrapped up in the tornado. His whole body was subjected to tremendous tearing force. His clothes burst into pieces in an instant, turning into flying catkins, and then turned into ashes.
Han Feng was horrified, and the martial arts in his body started to work on their own. The shadow of the golden dragon and the giant bloody tiger appeared at the same time outside him, carrying the powerful force.
He didn't act rashly, let alone attack without authorization. He just withstood the squeezing and separation force inside the tornado, followed the wind, and let it fly to an unknown place.
Fortunately, this tornado came and went just as quickly. It took only a cup of tea to disintegrate and disappear in an instant.
Han Feng fell from it and was thrown away by an inexplicable force. However, with a little effort, he stood up straight and floated in the air.
"Buzz..."
Just at this moment, the gray clouds in the sky surged like a roaring sea, and seven or eight ghosts descended from them, floating in the air like catkins, and rushed towards Han Feng.
Han Feng's face was calm. He had obviously encountered such misfortunes frequently. He made a hand seal, and a fire mark about a foot in size instantly condensed above his head. The black light shone out, whizzed out, and directly hit one of the smaller ghosts. With a bang, the ghost exploded, and black flames vented out at the same time, flooding a large area.
However, the remaining seven ghosts are very powerful. Their illusory and transparent bodies suddenly erupted with wisps of light. The surrounding temperature dropped sharply. Snowflakes appeared out of thin air and fell. A strange cold air spread and enveloped all directions. Black flames suddenly erupted. It was frozen and then annihilated.
