"Spiritual-level supernatural powers, ah......"

Han Feng took a sip lightly and looked indifferently at the attacking divine powers and sword skills.

Each attack is about fifteen hundred celestial patterns.

"If your celestial pattern is blessed to a point, it may be able to shock me, but ......"

"Hmph, such a blow, a full six thousand heavenly patterns, even the peak monk of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, is also certain to die, wait for the small crumbs to be captured quickly, die!"

One of the four elders sneered and spoke, this blow was blow, it was useless for Han Feng to resist, and he was dead.

"Finger of Silence!"

One of the physical skills of the God of War Temple, the Silence Finger is a point, turning thousands of heavenly patterns into a point, and the internal strength is released, that is to say, the fingertips are supernatural, and the law is pointed out.

When a blood-red giant hand, carrying a sword cloud, pressed close like a storm, in vain, with a "tearing" sound, a beautiful line of silence burst out from Han Feng's fingertips

In an instant, the Silence Line pulled out a long rainbow, like light piercing the void, and in an instant, the entire void brightened.

In an instant, the surging giant hand was pierced by the light.

The momentum of the palm print weakened, and before it reached Han Feng, it was shattered.

The next moment, the four elders flipped on their backs and vomited blood.

"No, it can't be!"

"Why, why is this happening?"

This was their strongest blow, however, instead of killing Han Feng, they were injured by Han Feng's fingers.

There was no smile on their faces at the moment, on the contrary, they were all stunned.

Those remaining music talents, seeing this scene, directly weakened their legs and feet, and collapsed to the ground.

No more play.

The four elders united, but they were still crushed by this person's blow.

How is this possible?

The basic celestial patterns of the four elders are all written on their skills, and the overall number has exceeded six thousand.

six thousand

This number is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people.

The number of basic heavenly patterns provided by the realm of the Heavenly Spirit Realm is 804, plus the cultivation of the spiritual recipe and the supernatural powers, totaling about 1,500.

The number of basic heavenly patterns provided by the Heavenly Spirit Realm is 1,620, plus others, up to three thousand.

But Han Feng is only a foundation building cultivator, even if it is a foundation building Nine Heavens realm, it seems that there are only 180 of them, so what about the others?

How did he bless the number of celestial patterns to more than six thousand?

It's too much of a joke.

Is this still in line with the logic of martial arts?

What a martial arts joke!

It's hateful, Han Feng's fingertips don't flicker at all, they are directly released, and they can't tell what the number of heavenly patterns released is.

In essence, the number of basic heavenly patterns released by Han Feng was less than six thousand, on the contrary, it was only about three thousand.

His realm is based on the Ten Heavens, 220.

His practice is: 880 articles.

The main thing is his physical skills: 1728.

This is still the number of king-level mid-grade.

This is still the basic celestial pattern that he did not show brought by the refining body.

After all, their total was a bit frustrated, no matter how many they were, it was not a point attack, so in Han Feng's eyes, it was nothing.

If Han Feng released more than six thousand Heavenly Patterns alone, it would be okay, but it would be even more like killing chickens with a knife, and Han Feng felt that there was no need for this.

"Shhhhh

"The foundation building realm cultivator can release his strength, and he can instantly break through 6,000 basic heavenly patterns, the fingertip supernatural power released by this son, is it a god-level skill?"

Under the hat, the old man let out a gasp and was really stunned by Han Feng's skills.

"No, Han Feng's physical skill is not the legendary god-level skill, but it is also unimaginable to us. ”

Liu Xiang was also stunned.

The combined attacks of the four people seem to coincide, but they do not coincide to a single point, so it is not a 6,000-day pattern, but in fact, it is a four-in-a-row attack of 1,500 days.

As long as the number of lines exceeds 1,005 days, it can be broken.

But what Liu Xiang couldn't figure out was that Han Feng's fingertip skill could actually break four attacks at once, even so, this fingertip physical skill was not something he could imagine.

It's just a teenager......

But there is an artistic conception of ten-fold sounds, the artistic conception of ten-fold characters, and powerful physical skills, I can't imagine how powerful this person will be in the future?

I'm afraid that those geniuses and heroes in the Holy City are not comparable to the young man in front of them.

When he first came, he was still thinking about how to help Han Feng, but it seemed that he was completely underestimated.

When Han Feng looked at them again and approached them, it was so indifferent, but they were afraid.

The Han Feng they saw was like a hell of death walking towards them.

At the moment, the only thought that flashed through their minds, escape.

The four elders endured serious injuries, and in the blink of an eye, they were all around, and they no longer cared about themselves or the leader of the team.

As for those talented people, when they saw the elders fleeing, they were also the first to string around, their toes were weak, and they all rolled and crawled, if they died here, it would be too wronged.

however

"I have given you a chance, but you have not cherished it...... Even so, keep your life here!"

Han Feng stepped on his tiptoes and went directly to a masked monk, it was Tang Xiao.

Tang Xiao was alone, and hurriedly spoke: "Han Feng, I am a talented musician of the Ming King Martial Academy, if you kill me, the Ming King Martial Academy will never die with you." ”

"In Ice Abyss City, the Ming King Martial Academy has been fighting with me to the death. Han Feng blurted out lightly.

What the?

Tang Xiao heard it right, he heard Ice Abyss City.

It is not difficult to understand that Han Feng also came from Ice Abyss City, since Han Feng is alive, that is to say, several of Tang Xiao's brothers in Ice Abyss City have already encountered accidents.

He subconsciously took a step and wanted to escape, but he fell, what happened?

He looked down and found that his two calves had detached from his body, and blood was pouring wildly.

"No, no, you can't kill me. The pain hit, and Tang Xiao roared.

Han Feng didn't respond, because he was no longer in front of Tang Xiao at the moment, he was walking like flying, his sword was up and down, and Elder Yu Da of the Shishan Martial Academy stopped.

Another body method, shrinking into inches, has already arrived in front of an elder of the Blood Sea Martial Academy, with a sword, the elder's body and head are separated.

Seeing this, the other two elders even quickened their pace.

"In front of me, if I let anyone die, no one can escape from my palm. ”

The figure flickered again, and the female elder was no longer able to move, and the whole person had been cut in half.

There was also an elder who did not escape from the ascension to heaven, and Han Feng directly pierced his body with a sword.

In just a few breaths, the fleeing elders, and the talented people, none of them survived.

The young man kills one person in one step, and does not stay for a thousand miles.

At this moment, the boy was like a demon who slaughtered the gods, and anyone who wanted to peep at him was buried by him.

In this wasteland, there are three people with willow fragrance under the hat, holding their breath.

There are also two people who collapsed to the ground because their legs were weak, and they were Long Han and Gongsun Ning of the Blood Sea Martial Academy.

Of course, there is another person, Tang Xiao, who was unable to move because his feet were amputated by Han Feng.

Han Feng held the bloody ancient sword, stared at Tang Xiao with indifferent eyes, and slowly moved forward step by step.

"Han Feng, you butcher, demon, the moment the reinforcements from my Ming King Martial Academy arrive, it will be your death. ”

Tang Xiao shouted, hateful to the moment of death, the reinforcements of the Ming King Martial Academy had not yet appeared.

Han Feng was indifferent, but the next moment, he stopped and looked in another direction, on the top of a sloping hill, the rows of monks finally stood up.

There are thousands of people, all of whom are armored and uniformed, like an army, slowly approaching.

Han Feng frowned slightly, with such a number of armored monks appearing here, it was not difficult to guess that it must be the city guards of Dongzhou City.

When Han Feng came to this wasteland, the city guards also followed, but they had not appeared before, they wanted to take advantage of the fisherman.

It's just a pity......