Ninilou was about to stand up after hearing this, but Wei Chi Wuji on the side held it down and stood up by herself.

"The old man is Chi Wuji, willing to do notarization for this challenge, you 5 boys, you should know the weight of this bet, if you agree, no matter what the outcome is, the old man will be impartial, if you lose, your Hanwei family will send 25 million gold coins into my hands and hand it over to Han Feng, are you willing?"

The five of Hanwei Derong had already been agreed, and of course they agreed very happily.

Hearing the reply, Yu Chi Wuji sat down again and whispered to Ninilou to the side

"Are you sure that this kid Han Feng can play one against five?"

Hearing this, Ninilou nodded very solemnly.

"It's not that you don't know my strength, my War Emperor Intermediate and his generals were defeated in the initial battle, not to mention these five hairy boys who don't know what to fight?"

Wei Chi Wuji was very satisfied, and continued to pick up the teacup and enjoy it slowly.

Back in the field, Han Wei Derong casually danced a spear flower, and the tip of the spear pointed at Han Feng in the distance and said

"Senior brother, don't let us down too much, don't lose too quickly!"

The spear in Hanwei Derong's hand is made of dark iron, the barrel of the gun is about 6 feet long, the head of the gun is shining with cold light, with the infusion of battle energy, the entire gun body is quickly covered by a flame, and the surrounding air also becomes hot with the flame of the gun body.

Behind him, two Hanwei disciples with fine iron shields in their hands pulled out the scythe chain from their waists and began to swing it, protecting the two magicians, the scythe whining in the air, and the two magicians behind them began to chant. Obviously, the magic affinity of these two high-level magicians is not high, and they have not yet reached the level of magic silent.

"I've never seen this kind of coordination before, but why does this scythe look so familiar to me?"

Han Feng in the distance saw the formation of the other party for a while, this kind of coordinated formation, if it is well coordinated, even if it is the emperor of war, he will not want to take advantage of the slightest advantage, the melee has the cold and micro Derong spear protection, the battle qi is also the fire attribute, and there are two shield hands in the middle range to protect the magician behind him, so that the magician can rest assured that he can cast magic, and the role of the sickle may be to attack at the opportunity. This kind of formation with both distance and close attack is very difficult to bite, and it is no wonder that the five people have so much confidence and are willing to pay 25 million gold coins to fight against themselves, and the Hanwei family wants to suppress their own thoughts.

Han Wei Derong saw that Han Feng still had no intention of making a move, and secretly sneered in his heart.

"You can also sit in the first position, see that we completely crippled you today, and see how you will continue to be in Dikun in the future as a genius!"

It turned out that the five of them didn't think about winning from the beginning, their purpose was just to find a way to injure and cripple Han Feng, winning was just a lottery, as long as they found a way to kill Han Feng in the martial arts arena, the family's heart was eliminated, and everything could be worry-free. If it is impossible, it will make Han Feng pay enough price, as for the future, when the real genius of the family arrives and tosses Han Feng every day, he will not have the energy to cultivate at all. In the end, the competition of the four major colleges in front of the palace really stood out in their Hanwei family, and Han Feng was destined to go to the end of Han Ji back then.

"Formation!" Han Wei Derong finally moved.

The battle qi began to form a flame cover on the body, and as the spear in his hand began to condense, the surrounding air was stirred by the sudden flames and began to form a flame vortex, with the injection of cold and micro Derong battle qi, the vortex became larger and larger, and a sharp and scorching aura slowly appeared from the vortex.

Han Feng looked at the whirlpool in front of him, and finally became serious, and pointed out with a long sword, he didn't care about the momentum of Han Wei Derong.

"Drink, take my dragon gun!"

The dragon-shaped combat technique formed by a flame directly hit Han Feng, and the two magicians also finished chanting at this time, one cast the wind magic, and the other was the earth gravity technique, Han Feng noticed that the wind around his body slowly began to solidify, and his body seemed to have fallen into a quagmire, and it was a little troublesome to move. However, the earth-based gravity technique was directly ignored by Han Feng, and this earth-based magician was estimated to be able to perform a level 5 gravity technique, which was enough to restrict the movement of a general-level opponent. This trick coupled with the wind magician's wind confinement has been tried and tested repeatedly on the periphery of Tianmu Forest, for the sake of insurance, the two deliberately gave up their advantages and began to chant from the first time they came on the field, thinking that they also put a lot of effort into these two tricks.

Han Wei Derong was overjoyed to see that Han Feng had been restrained by the double trapped demon, and then the spear stabbed towards Han Feng with a raging flame.

Everyone in the field saw this scene and had to sigh Han Feng's next fate, although the battle between Aisha in the sky was very easy before, it was only one opponent, but Han Feng had to face the attack of five people at the same time, coupled with the restrictions of two magicians, Han Feng was afraid that it was difficult to even dodge now, and the advantage disappeared all of a sudden, and what was waiting for Han Feng was the ferocious attack of 5 people.

Seeing that Han Feng was about to be stabbed by Han Wei Derong's flame spear, some girls couldn't help but close their eyes, and blood splashing was unavoidable on the spot.

Han Feng's long sword stabbed out lightly, pointing at the fierce spear.

"Smack!"

As if the sound of the eggshell being punctured came from the place where the sword and gun were struck, Han Wei Derong was shaken, his hands were full of blood, a spear had already broken into two and fell to the ground, Han Wei Derong's face was pale, blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

This blow of his own condensed ten percent of his own strength, even the peak of the same level of war king did not dare to take it hard, but it was Han Feng's fluttering sword that could completely disperse his battle qi, the long sword was directly pointed at the tip of the gun, and the power of the shock made the hands crack inch by inch, and immediately after the battle qi was dispersed, the protective energy was pierced by the sharp sword wind again, and it had already injured the internal organs.

Han Feng didn't stop in his hand, the long sword slashed diagonally towards Han Wei Derong, and the four Han Wei disciples behind him didn't expect this change at all, they stopped in their hands for a while, and watched Han Wei Derong's spear fall to the ground, and when they came to their senses, they couldn't help but be shocked when they saw Han Feng slashing towards Han Wei Derong.

The two magicians couldn't care about chanting anymore, and the intermediate magic of the earth sword cone and the gale blade were used one by one, in a vain attempt to stop Han Feng, and the two shield bearers threw the fine iron shield in their hands on the ground, and began to grab the flying sickle towards Han Feng's waist and waist, in a delusional attempt to tie up Han Feng.

Han Feng's sword speed was much faster all of a sudden, and the air began to be filled with cold light, Han Wei Derong didn't understand it and suddenly felt cold all over his body, a green coat had already been cut into pieces by Han Feng, and his underwear was also turned into pieces and flew with the wind, just in the blink of an eye, Han Wei Derong changed from well-dressed to a hairless quail.

The earth sword cone quickly took shape under Han Feng's feet, and the ground began to rumble, Han Feng smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and stepped into the ground with one foot, with a fluctuation, the earth sword cone did not break out from Han Feng's feet.

On the contrary, there was a similar roar under the feet of the two magicians, and then four or five sharp earth sword cones pierced the ground, and the two magicians who did not have time to hold up the defensive shield in the future collided with blood, although they did not hit directly, but the huge impact force was something that the magician with a weak physique could withstand, and the two were knocked six or seven meters away from each other, lying on the ground and life and death unknown, and the white magic robe was also stained with blood and dust on the ground. As for the two oncoming flying sickles, Han Feng did not make a hard connection, and pulled Han Wei Derong, who became a quail on the side, to his chest and threw it towards the flying sickle.

The two Hanwei disciples were furious, seeing that Hanwei Derong was about to be cut into several pieces by the flying sickle, their hands began to pull hard and wanted to withdraw the flying sickle, and for a while a huge metal scraping sound sounded, and Hanwei Derong was not hit by the flying sickle in the end, but the two Hanwei disciples had already blurred the flesh and blood in their hands, and the full force of the flying sickle was thrown, and it was not easy to pull it back, since they wanted others to die, they also had to pay some price, although this effort was destined to be useless from the beginning.

Looking at the two Han Wei disciples who still had some combat strength, Han Feng did not show mercy to his subordinates. Anyway, there is no difference between turning against the Hanwei family a little earlier and a day later, so it is better to give the Hanwei family a warning now.

The field was full of phantoms of Han Feng for a while, and the children of Han Wei looked at the wind whistling in the air around them with a bloodless face, and the ending was not difficult to guess.

The sword qi inspired by countless golden finger swords broke the limbs of the two Han Wei disciples, including Han Wei Derong, and blood holes appeared from the thighs and arms of the three people.

A miserable scream of pain sounded, and all the mentors stood up, looking at Han Feng in the field with stern eyes, it is certainly a surprise to win with one dozen or five, but this practice of mutilating the other party has changed many people's views on Han Feng, and there is silence in the field, many people look at Han Feng, and a sense of realization rises from the bottom of their hearts.

"This person can't be messed with!"