Han Feng was farther away, but he also felt slightly drunk and dizzy. However, the Soul Refining Diamond Art in his body was stimulated and immediately started to operate on its own, forming a layer of special power to resist its invasion and absorbing the previously penetrated Those aromas were completely refined and digested, but instead nourished his flesh and blood.
He was overjoyed and quickly moved forward, inhaling the aroma to make the Soul Refining Diamond Technique run faster, continuously converting the aroma into special spiritual power, enhancing his physical strength and approaching his limit.
During this period of time, he began to study the fourth volume of the Soul Refining Diamond Technique, but he still couldn't find the way. He thought that he had not reached an opportunity yet, and might need to reach the limit of his physical body first.
Perhaps, the opportunity is right in front of you, in this epiphyllum-shaped spiritual creature.
But when he followed the monks and approached the sand pillar more than ten feet away, the epiphyllum-shaped spiritual thing suddenly moved, as if it was sensing something.
I saw it glowing slightly, and the fragrance in the sky immediately transformed into various weapons, including swords, guns, swords and halberds. Each weapon exuded bursts of coercion, and even the void was shaking slightly. In an instant, it rushed Come out and attack the group of monks, covering all areas without exception.
In fact, there are only eight monks in their group, four from each of the human and demon tribes. Each of them is a powerful person who has surpassed the level of perfect pill formation. However, under the bombardment of this weapon, they can only parry. No advance.
Because these weapons were real objects when attacking, and they were full of power. After the monks worked hard to break them, they found that they immediately turned into fragrance, and after a while they reunited and turned into weapons again. , besieging them, making them overwhelmed and miserable.
On Han Feng's side, he also encountered several spears flying towards him, but he didn't feel any pressure at all. He smashed them to pieces with a few punches and knocked them back to their original shape, turning them into wisps of fragrance again. Thousands of pores opened immediately, absorbing all these fragrances, leaving nothing behind and not giving them a chance to change again.
He rushed forward step by step without stopping at all, and suffered more and more weapon attacks, but he cracked them one by one, absorbed them into his body, and turned them into nutrients that enhanced his physical strength.
However, after he absorbed hundreds of weapons, his body began to become saturated. Even if the Soul Refining Diamond Art converted them into special spiritual power, he could no longer absorb it and could only overflow in vain and return to the world.
Han Feng knew that these aromas could no longer provide him with nourishment. Unless he obtained the body of the spiritual object and obtained its original energy, it would be possible to go one step further.
Unknowingly, he came to the group of monks at this moment, crossed over calmly, and walked in front of them.
"Who is this guy?" The monks from the human and demon tribes were very surprised and looked at Han Feng with strange eyes.
Han Feng ignored them, broke the blockade of weapons, and walked forward on his own. From the looks of it, he didn't seem to be under much pressure.
Many people began to get anxious, bursting out all kinds of strength and breaking away from the obstruction of the weapons. Although they were not as fast as Han Feng, they moved forward and kept approaching the sand pillar.
"call out……"
There was a cold light in the eyes of a demon monk, and he suddenly took out a magic weapon like a meteor hammer and threw it out. Under its urging, it turned into a line of crimson light, disturbing the void, overflowing with brilliance, and passing by in an instant. Layers of weapons blocked Han Feng's back.
Unexpectedly, Han Feng didn't even look back, and with a wave of his backhand, a golden light flashed, and in a blink of an eye it condensed into a large handprint. It seemed like the wind was light and the clouds were light, and he slapped the red meteor hammer, causing it to suddenly stop. He stopped and fell down in mid-air, not even close to his body.
Then, Han Feng's big hand seal condensed and continued to rush towards the opponent. It was as powerful as the sea and the void roared, as if it wanted to slap him to death.
There was a hint of panic on the man's face, and he opened his mouth and spit out a short knife. It was black and translucent, and the sword energy was like a tide. It was extremely sharp. It passed in a flash and penetrated Han Feng's big handprint in an instant, defeating him.
It was obvious that this short sword was this man's destiny. It moved according to his thoughts and was as fast as a flying star. With just one thought, he evaded the obstruction of countless weapons and reached behind Han Feng.
Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce Han Feng's back, he took out the broken sword at some point in his hand, swung it with his backhand, and blocked the dagger at the last moment. The rays of light collided with each other, and sparks flew out. Hiss.
The violent energy hit Han Feng's back, but it was blocked by a thick layer of golden light, leaving him unscathed.
The short sword was soon no match for the broken sword. Its black light was quickly eroded by the white light of the broken sword, and it was retreating steadily.
The demon monk was shocked when he saw it. He snorted coldly and held out a flag, floating above his head, drooping with brilliant brilliance. While resisting the weapon attack of the spiritual creature, he quickly made a seal with both hands, and passed through the air. To control the short sword, one must use more powerful means to deliver a fatal blow to Han Feng.
It's a pity that he didn't have this opportunity!
As soon as Han Feng let go of his right hand, the broken sword immediately jumped out on its own, ignoring the obstruction of the black light of the short sword, and stuck to it, emitting a special suction force and swallowing its origin.
The dagger seemed to have a spirit, the black light flickered, and it struggled desperately, but to no avail. The overall momentum dropped rapidly. In less than three breaths, it became weak and the light dimmed.
Under the pull of Qi, the demon monk also suffered a backlash. With a sound, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale.
Just at this moment, the weapon condensed from the spiritual creature dented his flag, making him anxious. Regardless of his own injury, he quickly made a secret to inject mana to stabilize the current situation.
In this way, he could no longer save his magic weapon. The short sword became weaker and weaker. After three breaths, it completely lost its power to resist, allowing the broken sword to seize its original power.
"you……"
The demon monk was vomiting blood and raised his hand to point at Han Feng. He was seriously injured and couldn't even speak for a while.
"call……"
Suddenly, at this moment, a stream of purple light came from the slanting stab and struck directly at the demon monk's head, clearly intending to take advantage of his illness to kill him.
Kill whoever is weak!
The demon monk was so angry that he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence. Under the stimulation of his magic technique, it condensed into a seal. With a hissing sound, it shot out diagonally, blocking the purple stream of light.
The purple flow of light stagnated, revealing its true form. It turned out to be a long needle-shaped magic weapon, only about a foot long. The purple light flowed, bursting out with heart-stopping power, constantly attacking the blood seal.
