After Han Feng jumped onto the altar, his figure flashed again, and the whole person instantly came to Han Yu's side, stretching out his hands to catch Han Yu in mid-air.

However, the moment Han Feng's hands touched Han Yu, he was dragged backwards by the force of Han Yu's upside down.

After taking a few steps back, Han Feng slammed his right foot and dragged a shallow trace on the stone slab before slowing down his figure.

"Sister, are you okay!" Han Feng stood firm, looked at Han Yu with a pale face in his arms, and asked softly in a soft tone.

At this time, not only Han Yue on the field, but also everyone in the audience, including the pillars of the Han family who were sitting in the elder seat, looked at Han Feng who was already standing on the field one by one. There were huge waves in my heart: "This kid, it seems that the speed is too fast, right?"

Han Feng put his hands behind his back, and his eyes stared at Han Yue opposite for a moment, his face was full of childishness, but his eyes were full of heaviness and maturity. Dressed in a white tight-fitting shirt, with delicate eyebrows and a tall figure like a sword, he is full of strong self-confidence.

"Sister, you go down to the field to rest first, this guy has taken the Demon Madness Pill, you can't be his opponent at the moment, sister is here to see how I clean him up!" Han Feng said softly to Han Yu again with concern on his face.

"Brother, don't mess around, your little cultivation, you can't be Han Yue's opponent, get out of here!" Han Yuqiao's face turned pale, and she said to Han Feng anxiously.

"Feng'er, come down quickly, what are you messing about!" Han Lin, who was sitting in the elder seat, had a very ugly face at this time, and shouted loudly towards Han Feng.

"Lin'er, don't be impatient, take a look first, I won't let them have any accidents. Han Xiong, the ancestor of the Han family, saw Han Feng's speed and wanted to see what he was going to do next, so he spoke out to stop Han Lin.

"Sister, I didn't say I had to defeat him, sister, give me the sword in your hand, and then you can watch the show next to me with confidence! Believe in my brother!" Han Feng said in a very firm tone.

Han Yumei stared at Han Feng, feeling that Han Feng really seemed to have a way to deal with Han Yue, whose strength suddenly soared, and said softly: "Brother, then be careful yourself!"

After Han Yu finished speaking, he jumped off the altar lightly, moved the lotus step lightly, and slowly walked towards the place where Han Feng was sitting, and at this time Han Xue hurriedly greeted him and helped Han Yu to the chair and sat down.

When Han Yu saw the black and simple three-foot long sword in front of the chair, he thought to himself, isn't this the long sword that his younger brother has been carrying? But why would he give up his saber and choose to use his own sword?

Han Yu was very curious in his heart, so he reached out to lift the long sword placed on the ground, but no matter how hard Han Yu used it, the sword on the ground did not move at all, Han Yu couldn't help but feel horrified, after all, although he was seriously injured, but with his spirit master's cultivation, it was impossible to even hold a three-foot long sword!

"Miss, don't waste your strength! Except for Young Master Feng, it is estimated that no one present can hold this long sword!" Han Xue, who was standing next to him at this time, saw the doubts in Han Yu's heart, and hurriedly came out to explain.

"Xue'er, you said that only my brother can hold this long sword, so how did my brother get this long sword!" Han Yu asked again with a puzzled face.

"Miss, this sword was given to Young Master Feng by an old man named Night Old to practice the Body Forging Technique, and I was also present at the time!" Han Xue continued to explain tirelessly.

When Han Yu heard Han Xue's explanation, her pretty face furrowed, and after pondering for a moment, she shook her head and muttered, "It seems that I have to talk to my brother after the New Year's Festival!"

Since Han Feng went to the altar, the area around the altar has instantly quieted down, so quiet that you can hear a needle dropping!

On the huge altar, only the two of them remained.

At this time, Han Yue stared at Han Feng with a gloomy face, with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

"Han Feng, I really admire your courage! I dare to come up with this little cultivation!" Han Yue's eyes swelled with murderous intent, and he said in a cold tone.

"Han Yue, I also admire your courage very much! even dare to take the Demon Madness Pill, wait a minute, I'll see how you end, and you can spend the next three months in bed well!" Han Feng said lightly with an expressionless face.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to know the Demon Crazy Pill, I don't care where you found out, you are going to die today!" Han Yue's face was gloomy, and he said to Han Feng in a low voice.

"Han Yue, then you can try it!" Han Feng said in a light tone.

Han Yue could no longer tolerate this repeated provocation at this time, and angrily raised the knife and slashed at Han Feng in the air, and suddenly the black long knife emitted a black sword, and the Korean wind shot over, and a long knife mark instantly appeared on the stone slab on the ground.

Han Feng saw the knife that was shooting quickly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the whole person disappeared in place in an instant, and after the knife shot from the original position where Han Feng was, Han Feng appeared strangely again on the position he was standing on.

At this moment, everyone in the audience focused their eyes on Han Feng, with an incredible look on their faces, and even Han Xiong, who was sitting in the center of the field, didn't see clearly how Han Feng dodged.

Han Yue avoided Han Feng's moves when he saw him talking and laughing, and immediately stared at Han Feng with a gloomy face, his hideous face was like a demon, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth: "Han Feng, I didn't expect you to really have some ability, I see how long you can hide!"

"Click!"

Rubble flew from the altar, and a loud sound of stone slabs cracking was heard clearly again.

As soon as this cracking sound fell, everyone under the altar had already seen Han Yue rushing towards Han Feng like a cannonball leaving the hall.

A few feet away, fleeting!

"Han Yue, your actions are really no different from those beasts!" Han Feng looked at Han Yue who was rushing over like a wild boar in the distance with contempt, shook his head, and said teasingly.

As soon as the words fell, the whole person disappeared again.

Han Yue saw that Han Feng in front of him suddenly disappeared, and stopped in a hurry.

At this time, Han Feng had appeared silently behind Han Yue, still dressed in white, with a flat and calm smile on his face, and he didn't even touch a little dust and sand.

There are two small white physical sword qi on the sword in his hand, which constantly surrounds the sword body, which is extremely pleasing to the eye.

With Han Feng's current strength, he could only condense two physical sword qi at most.

However, at this time, the five elders on the elder seat and Han Xiong, the ancestor of the Han family, looked at each other's physical sword qi condensed by Han Feng, and looked at each other, revealing an incredible look in their eyes, and their hearts were shocked.

"Brother Han Yue, I see you jumping around, you're tired too!stop and taste my sword qi!" Han Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shouted teasingly again.

As soon as Han Feng's words fell, he raised his sword and flicked it in Han Yue's direction, and the two white entity sword qi shot towards Han Yue as quickly as arrows from the string.

And Han Yue completely ignored the two sword qi that shot over, and shook the black knife in his hand lightly, and also emitted two black sword qi.

"Horn!"

The black sword qi and the white entity sword qi collided in the air, making a deafening sound, and at this time, stones were shooting everywhere on the altar, and dust was billowing down.

"Han Feng, your little cultivation can't hurt me at all, so why waste your strength!" Han Yue sneered, completely fearless.

"Han Yue, you can't hurt me either, your speed is too slow! I really can't help it, and you look in the mirror and see what you look like now, it's really worse than a beast!" Han Feng looked at Han Yue teasingly, the corners of his mouth full of playful smiles.

After Han Feng left this sentence, his body movements became erratic, the whole person came and went like the wind, his body was like electricity, and he kept moving and jumping on the altar like a fluttering flocculent, shuttling around, never leaving Han Yue two feet away, and he had no intention of competing with Han Yue at all.

However, occasionally, Han Feng would shoot a sword aura at Han Yue or tease a few words very pleasantly.

On the other hand, Han Yue, at this time, was like a headless fly, waving a knife everywhere and slashing and slashing, the knife radiated everywhere with a fierce wind, the momentum was huge, the courage attacked people, the big opening and closing, it looked extremely domineering, but such a powerful attack could not find the target at all, and he could only ruthlessly vent the anger in his heart on the altar in front of the clan ancestral hall, and the altar had been destroyed beyond recognition by Han Yue.

Two hours passed quickly, and Han Feng still walked around the field comfortably with his strange body style, and did not go head-to-head with Han Yue at all.

And Han Yue's mood was getting more and more impatient at the moment, but his hideous appearance gradually recovered, and the black demonic aura emanating from his body also became much lighter, and at the same time, the sword momentum in his hand was visibly weakened.

Han Feng saw the changes in Han Yue's body, and his heart was overjoyed, and he raised his head and shouted, "Sister! You can see clearly! Look at how my brother cleans up this lowly brute!"

As he spoke, the sword in Han Feng's hand was sharp, dazzling, the sword roared like a dragon's chant, the sword was like a spirit snake spitting letters, like a swimming dragon, the sword was soaring into the sky, and the sword was soaring into the sky.

The sword moves became very powerful, and the piercing killing intent revealed from the wielding sword. The sword light instantly enveloped Han Yue, like a net, sparse but not leaky, like a violent storm, sweeping in all directions.

Ding, ding, ding, bell!

In an instant, the sound of dense and tight sword strikes erupted