The Spirit Tree King's eyes revealed a strange light, and he quickly made seals with his hands. A large amount of green energy gathered on the palm seal at an accelerated rate, making it more majestic and magnificent. A terrifying pressure spread, sealing everything within a three thousand feet radius. , even the ghost figure Yan Yanfang sacrificed was shaking, as if it would collapse at any time.
Han Feng was also subjected to a huge suppressive force in the distance. He held the sword secret in his hand and the sword light flashed all over his body. He kept cutting through the suppressive force, but he could not escape for a while.
"You really surprised me, but that's it for now!" The Spirit Tree King flew up into the sky, looked down at Yan Yanfang and Han Feng, and sneered.
After saying this, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dark green gas, which submerged into the palm print like lightning. In just an instant, the palm print decreased instead of increasing, becoming two thousand feet in size, but much thicker, and as powerful as the sea. Imprison them both tightly.
The pressure on Yan Yanfang increased, and the ghostly figure she presented gradually became unable to hold up and began to sink. Judging from its situation, it would not take long for it to collapse.
When she was sealed by that formation before, she used this trick in secret. Even if Han Feng didn't come to rescue, she could get out.
"Han Feng, show your strength. If you don't fight hard, we won't have a chance!" But at this moment, Yan Yanfang seemed to have no choice but to urge Han Feng to use his strength.
Han Feng smiled bitterly and replied via voice transmission: "The opponent's attack is already comparable to the power of a psychic perfection state. I have no choice for the time being, unless you can stretch it some distance and let me take a breath, then I will use it again." With that secret technique, maybe we can break through this palm print!"
"How long do you need?" Yan Yanfang asked via voice transmission.
"Sixty-six breaths!" Han Feng said.
"Okay, let me try!" Yan Yanfang nodded heavily, suddenly opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, but it was not red, but black and translucent, like inky jade. In the blink of an eye, the mouthful of blood condensed into a The talisman, with a slight flash, merged into the body of the ghost, causing its light to greatly increase, and it grew three more arms, becoming a three-headed and nine-armed monster. It pushed upwards, and successfully opened the upper palm print for a period. In the distance, there was a loud bang, lightning and thunder, and the void shook.
The Spirit Tree King's expression changed, and he immediately increased his strength to suppress it. His palm prints were like a mountain, and they rumbled down. However, they were quickly blocked by the ghost figure. They were in a stalemate, and a dazzling light burst out, sweeping in all directions.
Han Feng's pressure suddenly eased, and he immediately assumed the posture of the third picture of the Ten Pictures Secret Code. After a while, wisps of warm currents emerged from deep within his body. He immediately used the incomplete Tyrant Technique to guide these airflows to converge. Above the right fist, a terrifying aura filled the air, covering a radius of three thousand feet.
Seeing this, the Spirit Tree King jumped out of the corner of his eyes, roared, opened his mouth and spit out a large piece of dark green gas, which was all submerged into the giant palm print, causing it to further shrink, and in an instant it became 1,200 feet in size, and its power was doubled. They suppressed them and tried to kill Han Feng and Yan Yanfang at the same time.
"Hmph..." Yan Yanfang groaned and her body trembled slightly. The ghostly figure she presented was also shaking and flashing with strange lights, as if it was about to collapse at any time.
Han Feng was still gathering momentum and did not launch this overbearing fist. He quickly sent a message to Yan Yanfang and said: "There are still ten breaths left, hold on, otherwise the two of us will die!"
Yan Yanfang did not respond to his words, but went all out to urge the ghost figure to grow a head again. The nine arms became thicker, with muscles and infinite strength, and she could forcefully stabilize the opponent's palm print. The tendency of falling.
"Bang bang bang..."
All kinds of violent noises were heard, and lightning and thunder were heard all the time.
Han Feng's whole body was protected by white light, which withstood the shock waves without disrupting his rhythm. He was still in the posture shown in the third picture. There was more and more innate energy in his body, and his aura became stronger and stronger. It became stronger and gradually formed a unique field, which could withstand the suppression of the giant palm print on its own, sharing a lot of pressure for Yan Yanfang.
"Both of you die!" The Spirit Tree King was furious and began to waste his original power to bless the palm seal, increasing its power to a higher level, breaking the ghostly shadow condensed by Yan Yanfang, causing her to vomit wildly. He drank a lot of blood and had to fall down a long distance.
Just when she thought she was about to be severely injured by the giant palm print, Han Feng finally blasted out his Tyrannical Fist. The entire sky was darkened, and the giant palm print suddenly stopped in the air.
"Boom!"
After a short while, a loud noise like thunder erupted, spreading throughout the fields, and then there was a dazzling flame, and the spiritual power spread across the sky.
Yan Yanfang was hit by the strong wind, her clothes were blurred, and her face turned pale, but her eyes were fixed on the top, and she saw that the giant palm print was penetrated, and a huge hole hundreds of sizes appeared in front of her eyes, and there was also It was expanding rapidly, and after a while, the entire giant palm print completely disappeared.
The Spiritual Tree King was motionless, but the light on its surface had dimmed. For some reason, its body suddenly shrunk by half, and its aura was greatly reduced. However, it was still comparable to the mid-stage psychic stage, and was even stronger than the current realms of Han Feng and Yan Yanfang. One chip.
"W-who are you? How could you possibly break my palm print!" The Spirit Tree King muttered to himself in surprise.
Han Feng took a deep breath and silently restored his energy. In fact, he did not expect that the Tyrant Fist, with the blessing of innate energy, could reach this level. The blow just now could definitely be compared with a person in the realm of psychic perfection.
Of course, the sequelae were also very serious. He was now shaking all over and could no longer perform the Tyrant Fist. This was already his limit.
Yan Yanfang rolled her eyes and quickly took out a large handful of pills and drank them. After running her exercises to refine the pills, the blood on her face recovered to less than half, she flew into the air and rushed directly towards the Spirit Tree King.
The strange thing is that the Spirit Tree King remains motionless, and I don’t know what kind of medicine he is selling in the gourd.
Yan Yanfang launched a flying sword. The brilliance circulated and flew through the air, slashing directly at the opponent. However, it was blocked by the spiritual light emitted from a mountain below and could not make any progress.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!" Yan Yanfang sneered, took out another big knife, the light flashed, and slashed at it suddenly. This time she used her remaining strength, and the light of the knife flew past, and with a breath In just a few seconds, the layer of spiritual light was broken through, and the remaining power was still strong, successfully piercing through the body of the Spirit Tree King.
"Damn it, he ran away, this is just his shadow!" Yan Yanfang suddenly woke up and cursed angrily.
