It's hard to talk about the conversation at such a point.

This battle cannot be avoided.

But Han Feiyu was still a little worried.

The griffon's strength is secondary, mainly because the battle arena is too bad.

The battle between the Sword Saint and Mao will surely attract the attention of the Griffin King, and fighting the Griffin so close to them is tantamount to killing himself.

Not to mention the king who is infinitely close to the modern world, those elders who know my seventh and eighth orders are not vegetarians.

It's better to evacuate this place first, and it's not too late to talk about other things.

After making up his mind, Han Feiyu didn't stay any longer, paused, his body flickered, and the next moment he appeared dozens of meters away.

Sixty moments of divine law.

Instantaneously different from light, 100 meters is already the maximum limit, although after arriving at Purgatory, Han Feiyu has mastered a lot of divine laws, but after all, he can't reach the Transformation Realm in such a short period of time, tens of meters is really the limit he can reach.

After showing his form, he immediately used the two major speed growth divine laws and headed all the way south.

Counting the time, the Demon Tiger clan should have moved away, and I don't think it will encounter too strong resistance on this road.

Xu didn't expect Han Feiyu to flee without a fight, the griffin was slightly stunned, and then chased after him, and the moment the eagle's wings opened, he arrived in front of Han Feiyu, looking quite playful.

Han Feiyu sighed lightly, thinking that the speed of a hegemon-level creature like a griffin was indeed not comparable to that of the giant ants in the illusion.

His figure vanished again.

The sound of gold and iron was heard in the void.

Han Feiyu reappeared, his brows furrowed into a dark cloud that could not be dissolved.

Just now, the griffon actually found him as he traveled through space, and forced him out of the void after a hard blow.

It's dangerous.

Crossing the Void is even more dangerous than a griffon's claws.

But he couldn't find a way to break through the griffon's defenses in a short period of time.

Han Feiyu was a little stretched, and his breathing was slightly short.

Mao's voice sounded in his ears, "I'll help you block the griffon king's view first, but it won't be too long. You must immediately turn into blood, the speed of the griffin is not as fast as that of the Suzaku bird, and you can enter the territory of the demon tiger two hundred miles south, and no matter how strong the griffin king is, it is impossible to enter there to hunt you down...... By the way, don't kill him after defeating him, I'll use him. ”

Han Feiyu was slightly stunned.

I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to be realized.

With Mao as his backing, Han Feiyu looked at the griffin again, with a determined look in his eyes.

To test the results of one's cultivation, such a strong enemy is undoubtedly the best target, although he may not be able to defeat it, but he should not let himself die like this.

A high-pitched cry suddenly sounded in the air, and the Vermilion Bird Phantom appeared behind Han Feiyu, it flapped its wings, its body was wrapped in concubine red flames, and its eyes were red as if a demon god had descended into the world.

The breath in the Vermilion Bird's veins made the griffin tremble uncontrollably, and its attack was stunned.

Taking advantage of this moment, the Vermilion Bird Phantom quickly rushed into Han Feiyu's body, and a Vermilion Bird that was not much different from the griffin's size rose into the air.

The griffon's eyes grew serious.

According to the strength of the bloodline, the Holy Demon is of course the first echelon, and then there is the dragon, phoenix, tiger and turtle belonging to the four elephants, and then the turn of the twelve demon spirits.

Long Zhenhai, Feng Zhentian, Tiger Zhenlin.

The Vermilion Bird bloodline, there is a natural suppression of the creatures in the sky, and the griffin is known as the child of the sky and the forest, and its strength has plummeted by more than one percent when facing the Vermilion Bird.

So griffons are very

Was it surprised, "Vermilion Bird Bloodline?"

Han Feiyu didn't answer this question, and the Vermilion Bird flapped its wings and stayed in the air, opening its mouth to see a blazing line of fire.

The line of fire was extremely fast, and the griffin hurriedly avoided it.

No matter how big he is, he doesn't dare to rely on his body to catch the true fire of the Vermilion Bird.

Just as he dodged, the Vermilion Bird that Han Fei Yu had transformed into turned his head and left, and his speed was much faster than just now.

The improvement of the strength of the bloodline is all-round, the speed, strength, defense and flexibility are much stronger, and with the blessing of the divine law, the griffin can't catch up with him in a short time.

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In the sky, the Sword Saint and Mao stood opposite each other.

Han Feiyu was getting farther and farther away from them.

The Sword Saint frowned and said, "You seem to value that child very much. ”

Mao said softly: "You are different?"

The Sword Saint said: "The reasons are different, and the cause and effect between me and him are very deep. ”

Mao sneered: "Isn't it because he is Zhu Rong's secret chess? ”

The Sword Saint said softly: "I really have some doubts about whether he is Zhu Rong's illegitimate son. ”

Han Feiyu's bloodline was too perfect, except for Zhu Rong, he hadn't seen anyone who could reach this level, not even Zhu Yan, the Fire Venerable of the three armies of the brave champion back then.

Mao said: "Although I don't know which of the four of you is stronger, but since you are willing to obey Zhu Rong's dispatch, I think he should be stronger than you?"

The Sword Saint didn't speak.

This is the default.

Mao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can Zhu Rong's bloodline reach such a perfect level?"

Dao Sheng frowned, and wanted to taunt two words and say something How can you know how strong Zhu Rong is, but he still swallowed the words when he came to his mouth.

Although Han Feiyu's bloodline is a little immature, its purity is really no less than Zhu Rong, the four saints grew up together, and they have the same qi and branches, he asked himself if Zhu Rong could not reach this level when he was in the first order of Ming Me.

Mao chuckled: "It seems that Zhu Rong is indeed stronger than the three of you, and he can still play this kind of dark chess after being dead for so many years." ”

The Sword Saint ignored her and said, "Your birth this time is different from the previous times, why?"

Mao said: "You really want to see corpses strewn all over the field and rivers of blood?"

The Sword Saint said calmly: "I'm just talking about things, don't tell me that it's because your conscience found out or something nonsense, I don't believe a word." ”

Mao said disdainfully: "I still need your letter?"

The Sword Saint was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "The Heart Saint will be out of the customs in half a month, although the Water Saint is acting on behalf of the gods, but he only gives you a period of about one month left." If you can't convince me, you'll be forcibly sealed again in a month's time. ”

Mao frowned and said, "You guys are so annoying, do you dare to go it alone?"

The Sword Saint's expression was still calm, "We've been fighting for nearly half a month, and you've been on the run." ”

Mao corrected: "That's not an escape, it's a strategic retreat." ”

The Sword Saint was noncommittal, but naturally he didn't forget his original intention, "Why?"

Seeing that he couldn't get through the trick smoothly, Mao was silent for a while, and finally said: "Because I feel that I am also a dark chess piece, operating according to a certain established destiny trajectory, but I don't want to do this." ”

The sword saint was slightly stunned.

Mao glanced at him and continued: "I met Xiao Liu not long after I was born, and he had an accident soon after meeting Xiao Liu, and he was sealed by you shortly after avenging him. ”

The Sword Saint frowned, "You mean, these things were arranged by someone?"

Mao said softly, "I don't know. ”

After a pause, she added, "It was because I wanted to figure this issue out that I didn't set off a monstrous sea of blood...... And don't force me. ”

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The distance of two hundred miles is a long time, and at the speed of Suzaku, it is only half an hour.

Han Feiyu stopped on a lonely mountain, looking at the night in front of him in a daze.

Day and night seem to be separated by an invisible wall, the light of the day cannot affect the darkness of the night, the darkness of the night cannot reach the day, and there is not even the afterglow of black and white.

"Not running away?" said the faint voice of the griffin behind him.

Han Feiyu looked back at it, "Don't run away." ”

The griffin slammed into Han Feiyu, its claws slicing through the air and flashing three bright white marks.

Claw to claw.

The griffon's attack stopped.

Han Feiyu flew out upside down, blood pouring from his claws.

The griffin snorted coldly and craned its neck.

Countless rays of light and darkness converged like a whirlpool at its beak, and a purple ball of light rose up.

The spiritual power on the light ball was too strong, and black spatial cracks exploded around it from time to time.

Han Feiyu narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, are you planning to make a quick decision?

The tiger is not powerful, are you really my sick cat?

Master doesn't speak, you treat me like a hello kitty, right?

With a loud cry, Suzaku True Fire erupted from his mouth again.

The purple ball of light trembled slightly, and a thick ray of light shot out of it, colliding with the Vermilion Bird True Fire in the air, and a thunderous explosion sounded in the sky.

The quality of the light was obviously not comparable to Han Feiyu's Vermilion Bird True Fire, but it was strong enough in its spiritual power to wipe out the Vermilion Bird True Fire, and the remaining part went straight to Han Feiyu.

Han Feiyu couldn't dodge, he was blown up by the light, and he flipped several times and fell into the darkness.

The griffon frowned slightly.

The purple ball of light was his biggest killer move, and if he really wanted to blast it into the territory of the Demon Tiger Clan, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the Demon Tiger Clan.

It controls the ball of light to fall in the zone where day and night are divided.

A pair of hands suddenly reached out and grabbed its beak.

"The Forty-Two Streams of the Divine Law. ”

Its feet went soft, and its whole body sank into the mire.

The griffin was slightly startled, and was about to blast the ball of light into Han Feiyu's body.

The ball of light moves rapidly.

Faster than the ball of light were Han Feiyu's hands that he pulled back.

His swift and calm voice rang out in the air.

"One hundred and twenty-three empty coffins of the Divine Law. ”

The quad is pneumatic and quickly isolates the griffin.

At the same time as it, there was also the purple ball of light.

The griffin was shocked.

The ball of light hit the wall of the empty coffin.

A blinding light shot from the empty coffin.

The explosion was deafening.

Smoke and debris rose into the sky.

The empty coffin shattered in response, and the smoke and dust scattered like a tsunami.

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Han Feiyu patted his chest, thinking that he was fortunate that he escaped from that place the moment he used the empty coffin, otherwise if he was directly hit by the aftermath of this explosion, he would have to lose two layers of skin if he didn't die.

He looked at the center of the explosion and thought to himself how the creatures in purgatory could be so stupid and cute, and it was so boring to fall into the trap when he saw the slightest opportunity.

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