A farce had just ended, and in the eyes of everyone, Han Feng was about to leave the main hall with Han Xue.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from not far from the door of the hall.

"Han Feng, so majestic! Do you want to take it easy if you beat my brother like this!"

Han Feng casually raised his head and looked at the source of the voice, a thin figure, dressed in a cyan robe, quite handsome, about sixteen or seventeen years old young man rushed over from a distance in a murderous manner, followed by the four disciples in the clan just now.

The young people in the hall looked at the figure that appeared in front of the hall, and their faces changed, and their eyes flashed with fear.

In a few moments, the five of them were at the door of the hall.

"Brother Han Yue, he is the one who injured your brother Han Lei!" One of the young men pointed at Han Feng with his finger and said to Han Yue with a flattering face.

"Han Feng, you are only a mere eighth-order spiritual disciple cultivator, and you dare to be so arrogant? Do you really think that you are the son of the patriarch? Now let me teach you a lesson for your father!" Han Yue said to Han Feng in a cold tone.

For Han Yue's current strength, it was impossible to see through Han Feng's cultivation with the Spirit Moon Jade Scroll.

Han Feng frowned, and said lightly: "Don't be like your brother, it's not good to be dizzy." You can't replace my father, my father and his old man don't have the ability to teach you brothers such skills. ”

Han Yue saw that Han Feng looked proud, and he didn't put himself in his eyes at all, he hated it so much, thinking of his younger brother Han Lei's hatred, the evil anger in his chest rose, and he didn't care about the Han family's family rules, and his heart was crossed, so he wanted to teach Han Feng a lesson.

"You little bastard, I'm going to teach you a good lesson today. Han Yue roared angrily, his eyes were full of anger and looked at Han Feng, his gaze was like a fierce beast, as if he wanted to swallow Han Feng alive.

He made a mistake with his palms, roared angrily, and pushed forward with all his might, and in an instant, the shadow of his palm in the sky was also surging.

This set of Han Jiaben Thunder Palm, Han Yue has already practiced to the point of perfection, and his bearing is strict, just like thousands of golden thunders exploding at the same time, gorgeous and secretly killing, it is clear that he has learned the essence of this set of exercises.

It's a pity that in Han Feng's eyes, this palm technique is flawed everywhere, and it is not worth mentioning, but Han Yue's palm power is very amazing, and Han Feng feels that Han Yue's cultivation is several times stronger than that masked man of the Heavenly Star Sect at this time.

Han Feng's face changed slightly, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly pulled out the sword in Han Xue's hand, pushed Han Xue aside, and waved the sword in his hand, only to see the tip of the sword tremble, summoning a little starlight, and stabbing towards the palm shadow in the sky.

Han Yue's eyes flickered, and he only felt that the opponent's sword was like electricity, and each sword seemed to be stabbing towards his palm, no matter how it changed, he could not escape this ordinary sword.

The trajectory of this sword was sharp and fierce, as if it was going to penetrate his palm. Han Yue's heart was shocked, he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, his face full of panic.

Han Yue's heart was full of murderous intent, with a sense of killing intent, and he sneered: "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so exquisite, it seems that I can't keep you!"

Han Feng suddenly felt an extremely powerful coercion overwhelming and abruptly pressed, and suddenly felt a little creepy, and said in his mouth: "Spirit Master Second Order!"

In the Dark Night Continent, after cultivating to a breakthrough spirit master, every time you ascend to the next level, your strength will increase several times.

Han Feng stared at Han Yue, but his expression was calm and abnormal, he slowly raised his sword high, the momentum of his body was also rising, and the battle aura on his body burst out, ready to fight.

Han Yue used his spiritual energy, let out a low snort, and waved his palm towards Han Feng, there was a faint sound of thunder in his palm, and the violent palm force lifted the stone slabs on the ground one by one, and the sound was extremely terrifying.

"Young Master Feng, be careful!" Han Xue, who was standing on the side, was staggered by the strong palm wind, her face was discolored, and she shouted anxiously.

"I didn't expect this guy's cultivation to be so strong!" Han Feng muttered, in the past few years, Han Yue has been practicing in Canglang Academy! Han Feng didn't know Han Yue very well.

With such a powerful palm, Han Feng didn't dare to take it hard, so he could only use ethereal footwork to slightly side his body to avoid Han Yue's fierce palm.

At this time, there was an eerie silence around the entire hall, and I was so silent that I could hear the sound clearly even if a needle fell on the ground, and they all watched the fierce and wonderful battle at the entrance of the hall with wide eyes open.

After Han Feng dodged this palm, he began to move quickly in front of the hall with that ghost-like figure, the sword in his hand had turned into a white light, stabbing towards Han Yue at an extremely fast speed, the sword technique was fast and sharp.

Han Yue once again struck out a palm in the direction of the tip of the sword, and the powerful palm force instantly swung away the sword that Han Feng stabbed, his face had become solemn, and he said in his mouth: "What a fast speed, how does this kid cultivate?"

But Han Yue did not stop, and also exerted the ethereal steps like a shadow of the Korean wind compared to the Korean wind, and his palms quickly emitted a powerful palm force.

After a while, Han Feng could no longer maintain his previous calm and calmness, and his originally plain face became a little pale.

After all, the difference between his strength and Han Yue's own strength is too great, only by relying on his body technique to maneuver with Han Yue, fortunately, Han Feng cultivates the body forging technique, and his body is extremely strong, but Han Yue's powerful palm power still makes the internal organs in Han Feng's body suffer a lot of shock, and he suffers some minor injuries.

After Han Yue saw Han Feng's state at this time, he seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but smile, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, I admit that your speed is very fast, but your strength is too weak after all. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yue didn't give Han Feng any time to breathe, and once again waved his palms towards Han Feng to launch a fierce attack, making a fatal move without reservation, and the speed of the attack was a few points faster than before.

Under Han Yue's powerful palm attack, Han Feng's speed at this time could not be maintained as agile as before, and the sword technique could not be used at all, and even the dodge was gradually becoming difficult.

In just a few breaths, Han Yue struck out dozens of moves with both palms, and bursts of powerful palm wind were like wind knives, instantly cutting scars on Han Feng's body who had lost the power to fight back, the white tight-fitting clothes that Han Feng wore on his body had countless cracks, and the edges of the cracks were dyed red with a trace of blood, Han Feng gritted his teeth, his face was pale, and he still calmly waved his sword to resist.

In the eyes of a discerning person, Han Feng was just fighting for a trapped battle at this time, and he couldn't last long at all!

"Bump!"

Han Feng was hit by Han Yue's palm, his body flew out like a cannonball, his body was still in mid-air, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spray out from Han Feng's mouth, and finally the whole person hit the threshold of the main entrance of the hall hard, and then fell to the ground heavily, and then, another mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out from Han Feng's mouth, and his face instantly turned pale.

Seeing this, Han Xue quickly came to Han Feng's side, helped Han Feng up, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and she asked in a panicked trembling voice, "Young Master Feng, how are you!"

With a flash of blue light, Han Yue had already crossed a distance of more than twenty meters and appeared in front of Han Feng, looking at Han Xue beside Han Feng, and said with a sneer: "Han Feng, I'll give you a chance, if you give me this girl, I will spare your life today, otherwise, die!"

Seeing Han Xue's beautiful face, Han Yue suddenly felt his whole body burning, his blood boiling, his heart was excited, and even the expression on his face became a little excited.

Listening to Han Yue's words, Han Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up from the ground, looked at Han Yue with a little excitement on his face with cold eyes, and couldn't help but show a sneer, and said, "It turns out that you and your younger brother have the same virtue, and you really don't do two things." ”

Although he had suffered a lot of internal injuries at this moment and was in severe pain, his mind was sober, and he did not show the slightest fear of Han Yue, who was stronger than himself.

In Han Feng's heart, what he needs to protect is his family, and now that God has given him a family, even if he is asked to pay for his life, Han Feng will not hesitate to choose to protect his relatives, Han Yue's words have touched the nerves in Han Feng's heart and inspired Han Feng's monstrous killing intent.