Yan Yanfang's eyes turned cold, and the magic technique in her hand changed. Green bamboos appeared, like spears, piercing countless ghosts, with the potential to sweep thousands of armies.
At this moment, a huge explosion suddenly occurred in the Yunlian Mountains, and huge boulders flew across. In the rich dark blue flames, a mountain-like hand came out, covering the sky and the sun, and fiercely moved towards Yan Yanfang. Catch.
"Is this a ghost in the late stage of psychic life?" Han Feng's eyes flashed slightly from behind, but he watched quietly and had no intention of helping.
Yan Yanfang also seemed to be aware of the power of this ghost hand, her face couldn't help but change, and she didn't dare to resist. She held the folding fan and waved it hard, pouring out layers of light curtains, and then stepped back.
However, the power of this ghost hand was extremely powerful. He clenched his fingers tightly and broke through a large screen of light with one punch. There was almost no sign of stopping and he continued to attack after Yan Yanfang.
"Too much bullying!" Yan Yanfang touched her waist with her left hand, and suddenly a talisman appeared. After injecting the soul power, she immediately released the mighty talisman power, like a flame, extremely bright and white.
"Chi chi chi..."
The ghost hand was immediately blocked, and white smoke kept coming out, as if it was burned.
However, Yan Yanfang did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, but accelerated her retreat. She even used her original power to teleport thousands of miles away in a flash.
However, the ghost hand suddenly let out bursts of roaring sounds, which shook the whole place.
The invisible force burst out, extremely majestic, and directly blew out the flame of the talisman, which was so terrifying.
Naturally, Han Feng was not affected by anything. He raised his eyes and took a closer look, and suddenly found a mouth between its palms, making a deafening sound. The sound waves were like a sea, and its power was astonishing, comparable to the level of a perfect psychic.
"Who is this ghost thing, and why did it suddenly appear here?" He thought silently in his heart.
Just as he was thinking, the ghost hand flew out and also teleported, flying five thousand miles away, chasing Yan Yanfang.
Yan Yanfang's pressure increased greatly, so she had to constantly take out the magic talisman and activate it to form a huge power to stop the opponent.
Han Feng's steps were light and he followed slowly, without any intention of taking action.
"Quack quack..."
Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the mouth between the palms of the ghost hand, and the spiritual energy of the world vibrated, gathered all over the sky, turned into a spear, and stabbed fiercely.
Yan Yanfang hurriedly took out a special talisman, kneaded it, and a bright earth-yellow light burst out, condensing into a huge shield like a mountain peak.
The next moment, the two collided.
"Rumble..."
A violent explosion sounded, the earth-yellow shield shattered, and an extremely violent shock wave spread in all directions.
Yan Yanfang was knocked away, but she was enveloped by a special light shield and was not harmed. Instead, she used this power to accelerate her escape.
The ghost hand roared and continued to pursue it without giving up.
Yan Yanfang's face turned pale, but she couldn't care less at this moment. She kept using various talismans, trying her best to stop the other party, and at the same time fled for her life.
"You can't escape!"
At this moment, the ghost hand suddenly uttered human words, and spewed out a strange gas from its mouth, as black as ink, like ink, and rushed towards Yan Yanfang one after another.
Yan Yanfang didn't think too much and immediately took out a spiritual treasure and poured mana into it, pushing it to the extreme and emitting a brilliant light.
"laugh……"
There was a strange sound, and the ink-like gas flooded the spiritual treasure, and thick smoke suddenly emerged, even with a harsh tearing sound.
With a sound of "Wow", Yan Yanfang opened her mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood. The spiritual treasure she offered was destroyed, and under the influence of Qi, she suffered a backlash.
However, she had no time to heal her wounds, so she took advantage of this momentary gap to quickly activate another spiritual talisman. The mighty talisman light enveloped her like a flame, breaking the blockade of the surrounding space, and left instantly.
The ghost hand roared and used secret techniques. Tangible sound waves spread out, crushing the void and continuing to pursue him.
Yan Yanfang was anxious. She was almost at her limit. If she could not get rid of this evil hand, she would probably die.
"Bang..."
There was an explosion in the void, and the ghost hand sprang out from the uneven space. Suddenly, his fingers clenched tightly and formed into a fist, and he slammed into Yan Yanfang.
"call……"
An emerald green flag flew out of Yan Yanfang's body, and as she kneaded with her hands, it instantly turned into a sky-like existence. Green light shone in all directions, protecting her whole body and blocking the fist.
"Bang bang bang..."
There were loud noises and the flag shook, but it did not collapse.
The ghost hand snorted coldly, opened its five fingers, and let out a bright black light. The palm then became countless times larger, even bigger than the flag, and held it firmly.
"Crunch..."
As the giant hand tightened, the flag made a strange sound, and the green light gradually dissipated, looking like it couldn't hold on.
Yan Yanfang, who was inside, had a pale face and her body was crumbling.
At this moment, Han Feng, who was hiding in the deep space, frowned slightly, but still had no intention of helping, and still waited silently.
Seeing that Yan Yanfang was about to lose her support, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the distance in front of her, getting bigger and bigger, crossing the mountains in an instant, arriving at extremely fast speed, and rushed here in the blink of an eye.
When its light converged, it turned out to be a sword, carrying the power of soaring to the sky. With a sharp clang, it struck the ghost's hand heavily, leaving a deep ravine on its surface, like a long of the canyon.
"ah……"
The ghost hand screamed again and again, immediately shrank and retreated.
The sword made a hissing sound, and he chased after him, stabbing straight at the opponent.
The sword intent was continuous, like a swamp, and the whole world seemed to be imprisoned, greatly reducing the speed of the ghost hand, and finally it was fixed in the air like amber, motionless.
The sword penetrated into it without any hindrance, like beating leather, with a dull sound, and made a big hole. Strangely, no blood flowed out.
The next moment, the ghost hand screamed, and then began to wither and crack rapidly. Pieces of things fell down, like peeling wallpaper scattered in the wind, floating to unknown directions.
The sword moved back and came to Yan Yanfang's side, floating in the air and quietly emitting a faint light.
"You finally arrived!" Yan Yanfang took away the flag, emerged, looked at the sword and said.
"My true self is still on the way, this is just my kendo clone!" A human voice suddenly came from the sword, responding to Yan Yanfang's words.
Yan Yanfang hummed and said nothing more. Instead, she stared at the ghost hand non-stop.
