When Han Feng saw this, he didn't dare to hide his clumsiness. He immediately released all his soul power. Five elements of talismans appeared out of thin air and flew all over the sky. They lined up neatly like soldiers and laid down layers of tight defense circles.
The black light became as thick as ink, and continued to evolve into thousands of mountains and rivers, but the color was not black, it was different colors, and there were even white ones, like giant dragons winding up, constantly hitting Han. The front's defense made a clanging sound, as if it was in a fierce collision with the copper wall and the iron wall, which was deafening.
Unfortunately, the opponent's attack was still much stronger. After a while, Han Feng's defense was broken through a gap, and a white river rushed in. It suddenly turned into a giant python, opened its bloody mouth, and tore at Han Feng. Bite comes.
There was a flash of light between Han Feng's brows, and a Mysterious Soul Sword emerged, spinning and dancing, bringing out bursts of light, and defeated the giant python in the blink of an eye.
However, there are more and more mountains and rivers in the surrounding area, which puts more and more pressure on him. There are more and more gaps in his defense circle, making it difficult to guard against.
Giant python, big dragon, red sword, spear...
Various forms of attacks came overwhelmingly, all formed by the mountains and rivers. They were so powerful and strange that Han Feng was overwhelmed.
He no longer knew how many times he had used the Mysterious Soul Sword. He even swung the broken sword one after another, mobilizing some of the mana that had just been born in his body. The sword light swept across and killed countless foreign objects.
In this desperate situation, Han Feng's potential fully exploded, and waves of warmth emerged from his body at some point, which was the long-lost innate energy.
Suddenly, he felt strength growing all over his body. He immediately raised his hand and clenched his fist, and blasted out the Tyrant Fist, destroying a large area of attacking objects.
The Tyrant Fist, which contains innate energy, is extremely powerful. In his situation, it surpasses all previous fist seals and is extremely domineering. It passes through the array of five-element talismans he has laid out hundreds of feet away, and directly attacks the opponent. The mountains and rivers were washed away and spread for dozens of miles.
However, the opponent's small world of mountains and rivers has begun to take shape, stretching for nearly a thousand miles, and he does not yet have the ability to counterattack and break it.
"Boy, please stop engaging in trapped beast fighting. It's pointless. My mountains and rivers covering the sky have reappeared. You can't be my opponent. You can still be captured without mercy. I can give you a decent way to die!" Between heaven and earth! , the voice of the peach-eyed man suddenly sounded, as if he was everywhere, and his voice was echoing throughout the world, but there was no trace of it.
Han Feng did not speak. He used all his strength as before to cast spells to resist the squeeze of the mountains and rivers covering the sky, and to protect himself and Murong Xue. He felt like he would not give in even if he died.
At this moment, Murong Xue's face was still as pale as paper, and she was sitting cross-legged in the air, motionless, as if her five senses were closed and she didn't care about anything outside.
Han Feng knew that he could only rely on himself at this time, otherwise everything would be extremely bad.
With the help of the power of innate energy, he repaired his own injuries while continuously hitting the Overlord Fist to block the oppression of the mountains and rivers covering the sky. However, he managed to hold on to the precarious situation and did not collapse for the time being.
"Boy, you are just a little person who is half a psychic. Let's see how long you can last!" The peach-eyed man narrowed his eyes and shouted with annoyance.
Han Feng ignored him and continued to fight against the various pressures coming from all sides. The light was shining, and cracks appeared one after another in the void. It was extremely dark and emitted a frightening chill.
For some reason, the light of his soul power became more and more dazzling, as if he had achieved a further breakthrough, growing out from the depths of the soul sea in an endless stream.
Soul power crystals gather in the soul sea from time to time, and occasionally condense into a group, but under the squeeze of various forces, they disperse one after another, making it difficult to completely merge into one.
However, at this moment, a round of shining crystal light suddenly appeared behind his head, like the scorching sun in the sky, brilliant and dazzling. Those crystal lights spread and turned into a protective shield, protecting He and Murong Xue formed an absolute defense, which immediately relieved a lot of pressure on him.
"Half-step to the realm of pearl condensation?" The man with peach blossom eyes opened his mouth and said with surprise on his face.
"Hmph, I didn't expect you to break through before the battle, but it's a pity that it's not enough. You can't stop me. I, Tan Yu, will definitely win this ruby daughter!" He snorted heavily in his nostrils, and with a snap, his hands suddenly fell to the ground. He clasped his hands tightly and kept changing his spells. The black light of the mountain and river-covering flag behind him surged a bit, and its body expanded, becoming hundreds of feet wide. With a slight turn, the flag's face captured Han Feng and Murong Xuela. The prison package sealed him together.
But he, Han Feng and Murong Xue were separated by the mountains and rivers covering the sky, and he had no intention of fighting them in close combat.
In fact, at the level of the psychic realm, few people would choose to fight in close quarters. After all, they can easily rely on great magic power to mobilize the power of heaven and earth to defeat the enemy. There is really no need to fight in close quarters.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, quickly flew up, and suddenly fell into the mountain and river covering the sky flag. A figure appeared on the flag without warning, overlooking Han Feng and Han Feng who were trapped by the formation below. Murong Xue.
This figure is vaguely visible, but when it is revealed, you can clearly see that his face is ordinary, no different from the human race, but with a sharp horn on his forehead, he is actually a member of the demon race!
At this moment, as the peach-eyed man moved his magic skills faster and faster, the demonic figure became more solid.
"Quack quack..."
This demonic figure suddenly let out a horrifying laughter, which echoed in the formation, penetrated into it, and reached Han Feng's ears, making him very uncomfortable.
Obviously, the laughter of this demonic figure also has special magic power, which can cause the blood of the monks to boil. If the cultivation level is weak, the body may explode and die.
However, Han Feng's physical body was very strong. Even if he was not in peak condition at the moment, he could stabilize his health in an instant and successfully resist.
"You can't stop me!" The peach-eyed man shouted sharply, holding the strange spell with both hands, and pushed forward suddenly. The figure of the demon clan on the mountain and river covering the sky suddenly became much larger, as if He turned into a real person, laughed louder, and the terrifying and invisible power came out, bombarding Han Feng's defense circle one after another, shaking his soul.
Han Feng was extremely uncomfortable and tried his best to resist. The center of his eyebrows shone brightly, with colorful and dazzling colors. The invisible barrier opened up, blocking out the other party's laughter like a protective shield.
His soul sea gradually calmed down, and he survived another disaster.
