Han Feng's pupils shrank slightly, knowing that this guy could be compared with a half-step psychic being, but after all, it was not a monk. It only had brute strength, but a single trick. He was not afraid, and immediately took the initiative to attack, with the golden elixir of heaven in his body. It was spinning endlessly, mana gurgling out, pouring crazily into the broken sword in his hand. Under the burst of green light, a sword light flew out. Although it was only about ten feet long, it was infinitely powerful and directly cut open the void. It brought out a long black ravine and slashed at the giant dragon with lightning speed.
This sword was so fast, it was like a sudden glimpse. As soon as the black dragon retreated from a distance of several hundred feet, it was pursued by it and slashed hard on its body. The scales instantly shattered and there was no way to stop it. The force, then its torso, cracked a large hole, but no blood spurted out, only rich black air.
"Roar……"
The black dragon let out a roar as if it was in pain. Its big tail swept forward, and its majestic power burst out, breaking a large void in an instant. Unfortunately, it failed to hurt Han Feng at all. He had already dodged out one step ahead. .
"call out……"
Another bright sword light struck, pulling out a thousand-foot-long void ravine, as black as ink, like a long snake, and hit the black dragon again, causing another deep hole to appear on the upper half of its body. Scars, black energy everywhere.
However, this guy is derived from special black energy after all. He does not have a specific physical body, and he can recover quickly from injuries that were nearly cut in half.
Han Feng was a little helpless when faced with such an opponent. After all, with his strength, he couldn't kill it with one hit, and he had to keep dodging its counterattacks and constantly sending out sharp sword moves in the air, causing the void to collapse. Over and over again.
However, after all, the black dragon was not flexible enough and was beaten everywhere. Although Han Feng's every blow could not kill it, it was also constantly consuming its original power. Within a quarter of an hour, its momentum dropped sharply and could no longer be maintained. Han Feng seized the opportunity while half-stepping into the psychic state and slashed him across the air with his sword, completely defeating him.
Han Feng's eyes flashed with cold light, and he turned his broken sword around, and the sword air swirled in the sky, twisting the disintegrated black into powder in one go, which could never be resurrected.
After killing the strongest black dragon, Han Feng felt very tired. He quickly took out a few pills and drank them, without resting, and quickly left the place.
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After more than half an hour passed, Han Feng finally broke out of the dangerous area of Duanyuan. On the way, he encountered several giant black dragons that were equivalent to a half-step psychic level, but he killed them all with his quick sword as if cutting through a tangled mess.
When he saw the sun again, he felt a lot of emotions. He didn't expect that this dangerous place was so difficult to break into. If his strength hadn't increased greatly, it might have taken more time.
Of course, he was not completely without gains. At least he tried the sword in it and became more proficient in the use of the Sword Origin Code. He could also apply what he had learned and make greater progress.
Han Feng took a few more pills and estimated the time. If he didn't speed up, he would probably miss the time. When he came in, he was teleported to the easternmost area.
He no longer hid his clumsiness, and immediately held the broken sword in his hand. The three powers in his body were released and poured into it, directly urging the broken sword to emit scorching white light, carrying him to move at extremely fast speeds.
One breath is three hundred miles!
Like a bolt of white lightning, he galloped across the sky and flew past. Many Yuan beasts or demonic beasts did not even see his shadow clearly, so they were thrown away by him and disappeared without a trace.
After three sticks of incense, Han Feng traveled hundreds of thousands of miles. He had to stop. It was not that he was blocked by another dangerous situation, but that he was a little overwhelmed. After all, the spatial resistance here was much stronger than the outside world. His The consumption is extremely huge, so naturally you have to stop for a while before you have the energy to continue flying.
He put away the broken sword and flew at normal speed. At the same time, he took out a few pills to replenish his vitality and drank them, silently regaining his energy.
Not long after, after flying tens of thousands of miles, another dangerous place appeared in front of him, called the Forest of Netherworld. Looking from a distance, he saw a large area of dry and gray trees covering the vast land, and waves of mist floated in the air, blocking his way. The way to go.
Han Feng didn't know why he chose such a name. Maybe it had something to do with the demon world?
He secretly guessed in his heart that the black energy in the previous Duanyuan dangerous place seemed to him to be somewhat similar to the devil's energy. Thinking about the Alcatraz Island mentioned by the mysterious organization, maybe this secret place was really related to the devil world. .
He quickly put away these thoughts and rushed in without slowing down at all.
Within less than a stick of incense he had entered, there were many ghostly beings staring at him. There were men and women, old and young, old men with unkempt hair and beautiful women with pale faces, but none of them had specific details. His body was like a floating object, floating aimlessly. As soon as he saw him, the only living thing, they all moved out, as if smelling the sweetness of honey, swarming in, but silently, without even stirring up A hint of wind and waves.
Han Feng's expression became solemn, and the pores on his body stood up, starting a new round of battle.
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After more than half an hour, Han Feng successfully broke through the Nether Forest. His face was solemn and slightly pale, because he suffered a lot there and consumed a huge amount of soul power.
Those ghosts can actually ignore physical attacks. His body refining power can't do anything to them. Even the sword energy released by the broken sword is greatly reduced. If his soul power cultivation hadn't reached the peak state of the middle stage of crystal transformation, and the Five Elements Seal Technique The technique has its own unique features, but the consequences are disastrous.
Even so, he half fought and half retreated, using the light of the broken sword to wrap himself up, and quickly fled the scene.
Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that these dangerous places were indeed extraordinary and could not be entered casually. Fortunately, he was able to pass through without any danger.
He made some adjustments and took several pills. After the potions were refined, his complexion improved a little, and he quickly flew forward. He had to continue on his way.
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Time flew by, and before I knew it, another seven or eight hours had passed.
Han Feng passed through three dangerous places in a row, experienced various obstacles, and killed countless monsters. He traveled nearly two million miles and was getting closer to the ocean area. However, he was exhausted and had to stop at one place. Rest in a quiet place.
He sat cross-legged on the top of a mountain, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. After half an hour, he stood up again. Just as he was about to get up and continue rushing to Alcatraz Island, there was a sudden strange sound from the left, and the sounds of fighting were heard. The aftermath hit us.
Han Feng did not act rashly, but immediately restrained his aura, hid in a small hole, and quickly arranged the next layer of restrictions to avoid being detected.
