"call out……"
A rune-patterned light rope suddenly flashed out, like a long whip. It lasted only a moment and struck him, causing his teleportation technique to fail. This time, he was unable to escape.
Within the Sword Origin Array, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the light flickered, and thousands of sword rays condensed out, attacking the ghost clan master one after another, allowing him to endure the injuries in his body and continuously burst out various powers to resist. .
The next moment, Han Feng plunged into the Sword Element Array. Without any hesitation, he immediately took out the Sky-Breaking Sword and used its own power to continuously strengthen the Sword Element Array, allowing the Lord of the Ghost Clan to encounter an even denser attack. Attack, thousands of lightsabers ebb and flow like a tide, surrounding him and stabbing him endlessly.
Although the Ghost Clan Venerable could still resist all the attacks, his aura was indeed weakening.
Han Feng activated his shuriken technique, and the sword light in the sky condensed. In one breath, it turned into a ten-foot-thick lightsaber, rumbled through the void, and slashed at the opponent.
The Venerable Ghost Clan mobilized the psychic power in his body to form a giant ghost shadow, which was similar to the secret technique Yan Yanfang had performed before. It also transformed into a form with three heads and six arms. The difference was that each of the ghost shadows had three heads and six arms. They all held special weapons in their hands, including swords, guns, swords and halberds. They flashed with light of different colors, forming a curtain of light that blocked the slashes of the lightsaber like a giant wall.
There was a loud "rumbling" sound, and the venerable ghost clan shook the lightsaber away. He controlled the ghost shadow to dance with six kinds of psychic treasures, attacking everywhere, and in an instant he broke through the sword element formation. A crack, a large amount of ghost energy was absorbed by him, adding more power to a tiger, making the secret techniques he used more powerful, the ghost shadow became a full circle, and the psychic treasures in the six hands completely exploded with their due power. , various forms of psychic objects appeared, accompanied by dragons, tigers, lions and leopards, launching various attacks. The sword element formation could no longer support it and collapsed suddenly.
But as Han Feng was free to use his magic formula to change, the disintegrated sword energy in the Jian Yuan magic circle instantly turned into python-like things, winding towards the opponent like a cable.
The Venerable Ghost Clan was horrified and shouted involuntarily: "Sword Qi is psychic?"
He raised his brows and controlled the ghostly flying psychic treasure to once again form a thick light curtain to block these python-like things.
His face became paler and his eyes were dull, looking like he had been exhausted.
Just at this moment, a blue sword lotus fell from the sky and directly covered the ghost clan venerable. The sword energy as vast as the sea spread out and surrounded him again.
Murong Xue's figure emerged from above, and a slender sword appeared behind him. Waves of sword intent surged out like a tide, constantly blessing the green sword lotus.
The Venerable Ghost Tribe was extremely angry. He made a hand seal with his hands, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He quickly blended into the ghost shadow, solidifying it as if it had turned into a real person. His aura surged twice as much, and he held up the six pieces of blood. The spiritual treasure, with its dazzling light, blocked Murong Xue's blue sword lotus.
"boom……"
There were violent sounds in the sky, and various forces collided with each other, causing the earth to shatter. Strange lights flashed, the void cracked, and terrifying energy fluctuations overflowed, shattering the earth thousands of feet below.
A flash of light flashed across Han Feng's eyes. He held the Sky-Breaking Sword tightly with both hands. The three kinds of power pouring into his body immediately made it shine brightly. A dazzling sword light flew out and crossed the sky in an instant. From a distance of several hundred feet, it stabbed hard at the ghostly figure sacrificed by the Ghost Clan Venerable.
"puff……"
It danced with the six psychic treasures and the light curtain condensed broke instantly. At the same time, its body was like paper, and was instantly pierced by the sword light.
The Ghost Clan Venerable was extremely surprised and wanted to make other moves. The sword lotus offered by Murong Xue suddenly started to spin rapidly, pushing away all its defenses. It then fell with a crash and hit the ghost shadow. The three heads and six arms immediately shattered, and the six psychic treasures flew in all directions, and then their bodies completely dissipated, revealing the true form of the Lord of the Ghost Tribe.
The ghost clan leader screamed, and the seals in his hands flew. A burst of spiritual light shone on his body, and the void shook. He seemed to be teleporting away again.
Unfortunately, a rune-patterned light rope appeared out of thin air and came to him like lightning. Without any warning, it successfully bound him and brought his teleportation technique to an abrupt end.
The ghost clan leader was frightened and angry, struggling desperately, but unfortunately he could not break free. Murong Xue's subsequent attack penetrated his body. The same bright red blood splashed everywhere, melting the void like magma, and a large area appeared. The space is wrinkled and pitch black.
"Blow it up!" the ghost clan leader shouted sharply, his body cracked, cracks emerged, and dazzling light shot out from its surface, causing the rune-patterned light rope to crack, and it was about to be supported. Not long.
Han Feng sneered, waved his hand with his hands and offered another rune-patterned light rope, and wrapped it tightly again.
The slender and delicate swordsman behind Murong Xue flew up with a sharp clang, and the sword energy crisscrossed the sky. In just a moment, it cut off one of the Ghost Clan Venerable's arms from the side.
"Do you really want to kill me? Once I die, the strong men of our clan in the depths will know it immediately, and then you will have no way to go!" The Venerable Ghost Clan said angrily in pain.
"In other words, you have never notified your superiors?" Han Feng raised his eyebrows and asked.
"That's natural, so as long as you let me go, I can turn a blind eye and let you evacuate and let bygones be bygones." Until now, the Ghost Clan Venerable was still full of pride.
"Thank you very much." Han Feng said with a smile.
The Lord of the Ghost Clan was a little surprised when he saw Han Feng's expression, but he still bit the bullet and pretended to be confused: "Then why don't you let me go quickly?"
"You are really pretending to be confused because you understand. What I mean is to thank you for not sending the information back so that we can kill you quietly. Otherwise, you would have attracted more powerful ghosts from the psychic realm!" Han Feng chuckled and said lightly.
In fact, it wasn't that the ghost clan leader couldn't be summoned back, but that he had selfish motives and wanted to kill Murong Xue and others alone to gain this huge achievement.
Among the ghost clan, there are also huge rewards for killing the human psychic master, so any strong ghost clan who has the opportunity is not willing to share it with others.
This is why the ghost clan leader immediately mobilized everyone to return to his side after learning the news that Murong Xue and others were coming to attack. The purpose was to concentrate superior forces to defeat Murong Xue and others and take the credit for himself.
Unfortunately, despite all his calculations, he failed to take into account Han Feng's existence. He suffered defeat after defeat, and now even his own life was in danger.
