Han Feng's expression changed slightly, he followed the dragon, and kept blasting Tyrannical Fists at the spiritual light surrounding the Spirit Tree King, causing the whole sky to shake.
However, this layer of spiritual light is like a wall of copper and iron. Even the mighty fist power of Tyrant Fist cannot break it. Every time it is about to break, a beam of light spurts out from the mountain peaks, filling the gap. This layer of aura restored them to their original state, no matter how Han Feng attacked, it would be of no avail.
"Humph, in that case, let's use this move!" Han Feng suddenly retreated hundreds of feet, suspended in the air, and put his body in a strange posture. It was the third picture in the Ten Pictures Secret Book, and he was promoted to Rebirth. After reaching this state, he was able to persist for a full sixty-six breaths. Whenever it was about to end, wisps of warm currents would emerge from the depths of his body, which was the rare innate energy.
He immediately guided these innate energy to converge on his fists, and used the innate energy to activate the Tyrant Fist, unleashing an explosive force that was like the roar of a tyrannosaurus. The space collapsed in a fan shape, and the layers of spiritual light barriers immediately collapsed. It burst like a mirror and turned into pieces.
Not only that, the terrifying power continued to impact, slamming into the Spirit Tree King, causing his body to shake violently, shaking the magic formula in his hand, and the magic circle that sealed Yan Yanfang was shaking and almost collapsed.
The Spirit Tree King was extremely surprised and suddenly turned back to look at Han Feng.
But at this moment, another Tyrannical Fist from Han Feng came over, and the folds of the void were like waves, continuous, and like mountains suppressing them.
The Spirit Tree King's expression was solemn, and he completely lost his sense of being underestimated. He turned around quickly, clasped his hands together, and pinched the seal as quickly as possible, mobilizing the spiritual power of each mountain peak and turning it into a ten-foot-long sword. In his hand, he slashed forward suddenly, slicing the void, and used the wave-splitting knife technique to deal with Han Feng's vast fist strength.
"Boom boom boom..."
A series of violent sounds spread throughout the surrounding areas, cracks appeared on the surrounding mountain peaks, and green energy spewed out from time to time, filling all directions.
With the blessing of the innate energy, the power of the Tyrant Fist is indeed three to four times stronger, and it is full of energy and will not stop. Even if the Spirit Tree King can mobilize the power of each mountain peak, he can't help but step back. With the sound of thunder, cracks appeared in the magic circle behind him.
He was about to take action to restore the formation, but Han Feng didn't give him this chance. Another Tyrant Fist driven by innate energy came towards him, with a completely unreasonable and rough fighting style. He had no choice but to resist with all his strength, and struck out a palm. The palm print was like the sky, and it merged with the green energy in the sky. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant palm over a hundred feet in size. It collided fiercely with Han Feng's Tyrant Fist. There were explosions and roars all over the sky.
At this moment, both warring parties had to retreat to avoid being traumatized.
The Spirit Tree King felt extremely aggrieved. His cultivation level was much higher than that of Han Feng, but at this moment he was tied with Han Feng, which made him extremely angry.
After a few breaths, the blazing energy fluctuations in front slowly stopped. With a wave of his hand, the Spirit Tree King was about to rush towards Han Feng in the air.
However, at this moment, the magic circle that originally trapped Yan Yanfang suddenly made a clicking sound and flashed with strange lights. Among the colorful lights, the magic circle completely exploded. Yan Yanfang escaped from the trap, her whole body shining with black light, and her momentum was astonishing. , not like an injured person at all.
"Han Feng, this looks like your true strength!" Yan Yanfang turned her head and glanced at Han Feng and said via voice transmission.
"Are you okay? Then I'll leave it to you. I'm too tired. I need to take a rest!" Han Feng was in a very bad state at the moment, his face was pale, he was sweating, and he was panting.
"Look at how you're pretending!" Yan Yanfang looked in disbelief.
Han Feng ignored her and retreated nearly a thousand feet away, took out a small bottle of elixir, drank it, and silently regained his strength.
In fact, he didn't have a big problem. He was pretending to Yan Yanfang to prevent her from seeing any clues.
"Humph, you're out, so what? Can you still make it through the waves?" Lingshu King asked with disdain in his eyes, still confident.
"I just discovered now that you are actually not that strong. You mainly rely on the power of these mountains. Now the mountains on all four sides are seriously damaged. Let's see how long you can be proud of!" Yan Yanfang turned around and sneered.
"If this king is capable, you can come over and give it a try!" the Spirit Tree King said proudly.
Yan Yanfang chuckled and did not rush forward. Instead, she suddenly took out a talisman. The talisman was so bright that before it was deployed, the sky cracked and thousands of colorful lights appeared, like a dream.
"Originally I didn't want to waste this Thousand Mountains Talisman, but now that the situation has come to this, I have no choice but to give it up!" Yan Yanfang murmured in a low voice, and then a burning seven-colored light suddenly burst out from the center of her eyebrows, pouring all the light into it and activating it. It opened up and turned into hundreds of hills, but instead of attacking the Spirit Tree King, it flew in all directions. When it reached a distance, these hills began to grow rapidly. In just one breath, they turned into hundreds. It was as big as ten feet, and it rumbled on those mountain peaks, causing them to be even more damaged. Some mountains even broke a small section of their peaks. The rocks hit the air, making a sharp sizzling sound, and a long space crack was opened. .
But despite this, these mountain peaks are still not completely destroyed, so the space channel with the outside world is still not open. Not only that, the green air coming out of those mountain peaks became more intense, burning like a flame.
"Should I say you are naive, or should I say you are smart but you are mistaken for your cleverness!" The Spirit Tree King sneered again and again, suddenly opened his mouth and sucked in, swallowing up the surrounding green energy with lightning speed, and swallowed it all into his Within his body, his aura suddenly surged twice as much, approaching the level of the peak psychic level.
He still struck out with one palm, and another giant palm that covered the sky emerged, covering a radius of two to three thousand feet, imprisoning the void, and then fell suddenly.
Han Feng, who was more than a thousand feet away, suddenly tightened his body. He felt as if he was deep in the ocean, and various forces were squeezing him, making him extremely uncomfortable.
Yan Yanfang, who was under the palm of her hand, was even more trembling, her shoulders seemed to be carrying a hundred thousand mountains.
As the palm print descended, the pressure on the two of them became more and more intense, as if the sky was falling.
Yan Yanfang's face turned red, and her hands and feet suddenly began to dance, as if she was dancing. The black light on her body spread quickly, forming a ghost outside her body, with three heads and six arms, and she suddenly lifted up. A piece of sky blocked the palm print of this giant.
