Han Feng frowned. From the aura emanating from the other party, he could tell that this guy had at least reached the middle stage of psychic realm. With his current strength, he wasn't very scary, but he couldn't reveal his identity easily at this moment. We can only rely on Murong Xue to bear the burden alone.
"Hmph, you are a ghost who has been hiding here and doesn't care about the life and death of his men. How dare you show off?" Murong Xue snorted coldly.
"Don't think that just one or two words can sow discord. Most of them have gathered around me, waiting for you to come and die. You can see for yourself." The Lord of the Ghost Clan said calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of gray-black talisman light shot up into the sky, and a giant ghost face appeared in it. Inside were all their ghost monks, holding spells in their hands, connected into one, and exploded with incomparable power. Comparable to a psychic master!
Han Feng watched coldly and observed carefully, and found that they were able to form such a grimace mainly because of the blessing of the magic circle of the mountain. No wonder they gathered here desperately, with the purpose of taking advantage of the geographical advantage here to achieve absolute victory over his side. Advantage.
"call……"
The giant ghost face was as big as a hundred feet, and it rushed out suddenly, sweeping up the sky with wind and clouds, lightning and thunder, as if it was coming with the force of the entire sky.
The tall female nun named Ma Dongmei had a look of fear in her eyes and her whole body was trembling as if she was trembling.
"What's there to be afraid of? Just hit me!" Han Feng shouted coldly, raised his hand to seal, and pulled out a big sword with golden light. He activated it with the power of the perfect level of pill formation, and in an instant he A sword light hundreds of feet long was condensed and slashed fiercely.
"puff……"
Unfortunately, before the sword light could get close to the giant ghost face, it was overwhelmed by its terrifying aura. Before it could take a breath, it suddenly dissipated and disappeared without a trace.
The giant ghost face continued to press forward, becoming more and more powerful. Ma Dongmei could no longer hold on and suddenly turned around and ran away.
"Holly, bring her back to me. If she dares to resist, it's up to you to decide whether she lives or dies! This guy is so useless, it's such a shame!" Murong Xue glanced at Ma Dongmei from the corner of her eye and said coldly.
Ximen Dongqing had no expression on his face, he agreed, and in a flash, he chased after him.
Murong Xue himself cut across and stood alone in front of the giant ghost face. Using the Shuriken Technique, a massive amount of sword energy immediately emerged from all over his body, covering the sky and the sun. In an instant, he turned into a giant lotus with shining green light. , spanning the sky and the earth, its momentum is beyond imagination.
"Bang bang bang..."
With a thought in Murong Xue's mind, the hundred-foot-long green sword lotus hit the giant ghost face hard, and a loud sound shook the earth. The wave of arrogance, which was higher than the previous wave, burned the void and shattered into pieces. Cracks all over.
In just one encounter, a small piece of the giant ghost's face was melted by Qinghui. The ghost monks in the formation immediately vomited blood, including several of their half-step psychics.
Murong Xue's eyes were like lightning, and the technique in his hands remained unchanged. He kept injecting vast amounts of magic power, urging the giant sword lotus to rotate, and its power became more powerful. Thousands of sword lights penetrated like pillars. Void, hitting the opponent's face so brightly that he felt like he was collapsing.
Thousands of ghost monks in the formation were screaming and vomiting blood. Just when they were about to lose their support, the ghost monk suddenly appeared behind Murong Xue, holding a long halberd in his hand. , coming straight forward.
It’s so abrupt!
Moreover, his speed was extremely fast. With just a flicker, he came close to Murong Xue's back, stabbed at him, pierced the void, and made a sharp and violent roar.
Murong Xue's face changed drastically, and she only had time to condense a light wheel on her back, accompanied by a large amount of cyan sword energy, trying to resist the opponent's attack.
"Bang..."
There was a loud noise, and the light wheel behind Murong Xue collided directly with the opponent's halberd. The roar continued, and the surrounding space collapsed, with debris flying in all directions.
"Hehe, you can't prevent it!" The Venerable Ghost Tribe sneered, and the halberd in his hand suddenly turned and started to move, causing a series of cracks in the light wheel, and the sword energy in the sky quickly dissipated.
At the same time, the giant ghost face suddenly expanded by three points, desperately resisting the attack of the giant sword lotus, making Murong Xue unable to rush forward to avoid the attack from behind.
All this is a long story, but in fact it only happened in the blink of an eye.
Murong Xue's pressure suddenly increased. Just when he was about to use other secret techniques, Han Feng silently rushed to the side of the ghost clan venerable. Without any nonsense, he directly used the Overlord Technique and made a large number of fist shadows. , successfully submerged it.
"You, who are you?!" The venerable ghost tribe didn't take Han Feng seriously at first. Before launching the sneak attack on Murong Xue, he was fully prepared and almost ignored Han Feng. After all, he was a The monks who have perfected the elixir formation cannot yet shake him.
However, unexpectedly, Han Feng's attack was so violent that it was like endless punching force acting on his body, causing him to vomit a large mouthful of blood in an instant. If his body hadn't been transformed by hundreds of years of spiritual power, Infiltrated, he has already broken away from the mortal level, and can be compared with a body refiner in the realm of subduing the dragon. He is also protected by the psychic power all over his body, otherwise he will explode instantly.
Even so, he was also greatly injured. He quickly retracted the long halberd and slashed it out. Waves of green light burst out like a tide, blocking more subsequent attacks of Tyrannical Fist. .
Murong Xue got a chance to breathe, so naturally she would not let go of such a golden opportunity. She raised her left hand, and the sword energy filled the sky again, shuttled through the void, appeared in front of the ghost clan venerable like lightning, and instantly turned into thousands of lightsabers. It bloomed like a lotus and engulfed the opponent in an instant.
"puff!"
With a muffled sound, the void exploded, and large black cracks burst out, impacting in all directions.
But this blow failed. The ghost clan leader successfully used the teleportation technique just now and dodged away.
A hundred miles away, his figure reappeared, covered in blood, and his eyes were full of panic. He had never been in such a mess like this time since he became a psychic.
He is now seriously injured and can no longer hold on here, so he has to evacuate first. As long as he survives this disaster, with his cultivation, it won't take long for him to recover.
Unfortunately, just as he had this idea, a figure suddenly appeared behind him, it was Han Feng.
Almost at the same moment, the sky-wide sword energy spread out without warning, drowning the ghost clan leader, and formed a magic circle in the blink of an eye, trapping him firmly.
The Lord of the Ghost Clan didn't care so much, and mobilized his psychic power to teleport away immediately.
