Chapter 203: Han Feng is in danger

"Roar~" After regaining the eggs of the jasper golden feather carving, he raised his head to the sky and roared briskly, and it was obvious that the tension and impatience in the eyes of the poaching dragon were all gone, replaced by darkness, residual heat and rage.

"It's not good, this poaching dragon is only one step away from reaching the third-order demonic beast. Han Feng's heart sank, because the poaching dragon had always been anxious about the beast eggs of the jasper golden feather carving, all the qi was locked on Shangguan Feiyu's body, and Han Feng, who had been tightly attached to him, could only feel that it was a second-order late-stage demonic beast, but he didn't expect that now he was about to break through the terrifying aura of the third-order demonic beast, cold sweat continued to seep out, and the only helper also fell into a coma, and the situation was not optimistic.

"Woo~" A strange cry suddenly came out of the slender mouth of the poaching dragon who could only look at him on the spot, Han Feng's pupils shrank, and his right foot stepped down suddenly, leaving a shallow footprint, and then hugged Shangguan Feiyu and stepped back.

In the flash of light, the claws of the poaching dragon quickly swept across the place where Han Feng had just stood, and the image of the poaching dragon in the distance gradually disappeared, it turned out to be an afterimage, if Han Feng reacted slowly, it was very likely that he would suffer a big loss because of this.

Without doubting him, he stepped back again, and it was not until he thought it was a safe distance that Han Feng stopped his body and gently lowered Shangguan Feiyu in his arms, and there were bushes more than one person tall to block it, at least when he was fighting against the poaching dragon, he didn't have to be tied up because of Shangguan Feiyu.

Turning around and staring, his eyes tightened, his face was solemn, this was the first time in Han Feng's life to fight against such a powerful demonic beast, it was very likely that he had given his life under a negligence, although he was a little timid in his heart, but more of a fierce battle intent, he grabbed the silver snake spear even harder, as if it had taken root in his hand, and shouted lowly, as if he was shouting and cheering for himself, and the gun opened the way and moved forward bravely.

The poaching dragon was very surprised that Han Feng's reaction was able to avoid his own lost phantom, but it was only surprise, he was not in a hurry at the moment, and even paced back and forth leisurely, as if he was taking a leisurely walk in the back garden.

Han Feng, who rushed towards him with anger, seemed to him no different from sending him to death, his narrow eyes showed contempt, at this moment, the beast egg returned to his hands again, and there was nothing to threaten him, let alone Han Feng, who was only in the refining period, his two front paws moved, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and he could finally clean up the kid in front of him who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and no one could violate the majesty of the poaching dragon.

The two collided, sparks splashed everywhere, and the Xuan-level magic weapon Silver Snake Spear couldn't break through the sharp claws of the poaching dragon, but instead seemed to hit the steel, grinding sparks, and immediately after, the strength on the claws suddenly increased, and the tip of the spear was picked up at once, and it slapped at Han Feng's left chest.

Han Feng was shocked, his expression was solemn, and in the midst of lightning and thunder, he finally moved his body to the left by an inch, and secretly took a cool breath.

"Poof~"

Blood spurted out, and the breath dropped sharply, even if he escaped the vital point, but the powerful power was instilled into Han Feng's body, and the internal organs were like turning over the river and the sea, and they couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

"Hiccup" Poaching Dragon walked back and forth, looking at Han Feng who kept rolling on the ground, he couldn't help but let out a strange cry full of curiosity, even if the human had avoided the vital position, but the power of his own attack was well known, and it was definitely not something that a human kid equivalent to a first-order late stage Warcraft could stop.

A pair of eyes as green as mung beans turned left and right in the narrow eyes, flashing with the essence of wisdom.

"Shhh

"The second-order late-stage demonic beast is really difficult to deal with, if you are alone, you can still run if you can't beat it, but now not only has the magic talisman on your body been used up, but there is also a comatose Shangguan Feiyu, all retreats are blocked, if you want to survive, you can only repel the poaching dragon or kill it. ”

Han Feng thought in his heart, the demonic beast in front of him was too powerful, and the speed was extremely fast, he couldn't even get close to it, let alone cause damage to it, the chance of his ability to win was gradually approaching zero, and he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, why his strength had grown by leaps and bounds, but he still couldn't protect the people around him.

"Again!" While thinking about countermeasures, the poaching dragon disappeared again, and when Han Feng felt the breath of the poaching dragon again, he suffered another hammer on his back, fortunately, he had been refining his physical body since he was a mortal, and he had experienced external forces such as ascending to the heavenly ladder and the violent expansion of the meridians by the magic crystal, and the strength of his physical body had already far surpassed that of a monk of the same level, otherwise if he were replaced by another body refining cultivator, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago and would not be able to die again.

Like a football, rolling back and forth, every time Han Feng stopped his body, the poaching dragon would reappear, and a claw would shoot out, but Han Feng was like a tenacious little strongman, no matter how the poaching dragon attacked, he could be dodged by him, and the injuries left behind only made his original injuries more serious, and could not cause fatality.

Over time, the poaching dragon was not in a hurry to kill him, anyway, the beast egg of the jasper golden feather carving returned to his hands, and he played for a while, and he played, with a left fist and a right palm, and he had a lot of fun.

After a long time, the poaching dragon didn't even bother to use the skill, but looking at Han Feng, who was already out of breath more than in, he lost interest in his heart, and walked straight towards Han Feng with his toes in high spirits, his claws raised, and the flickering cold light on it was even more dazzling under the reflection of the sun, and he slapped it on Han Feng's head with a claw.