Han Feng dealt with a group of black-clothed people alone, and on the other side, Leng Yuan also rushed into the black-clothed crowd with the two royal shadow guards into horns, and suddenly the desolate screams that kept coming from the field.

As the sword in Han Feng's hand continued to stab out, one by one the members of the Tempest Mercenary Group were buried under his sword, in front of Han Feng's lightning-fast swordsmanship, those black-clothed people who were equal to Han Feng's strength didn't even see Han Feng's figure clearly, and they were directly stabbed in the throat by Han Feng and died.

At this time, the golden wind and thunder sword in Han Feng's hand was already stained with blood on the surface of the sword, and the entire sword was dyed blood red.

Despite this, the tight-fitting black clothes that Han Feng was wearing were still clean and neat, and there was not a single blood splashed on it, and it was not covered in blood like Leng Yuan and the two shadow guards.

Before he knew it, Han Feng had already arrived at the edge of the dense forest alone, and within ten zhang of his surroundings, all of them were some black-clothed people from the Tempest Mercenary Regiment.

"Kill!" More than a dozen black-clothed people closest to Han Feng rushed towards Han Feng with a shout, and then raised the weapons in their hands and slashed at Han Feng's head.

Han Feng stepped out quickly, his body was like a ghost, and he came to one of the black-clothed people in an instant at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time, the wind and thunder sword in his hand slashed into a golden sword, stabbing at the throat of the black-clothed man at lightning speed.

Han Feng's own light body kung fu is quite high, plus he has practiced the Thunder Technique, which is even more powerful, and the speed of this sword is even faster to the extreme, the man in black didn't have time to react at all, he could only see a golden sword flash away, and then, he felt a slight numbness in his throat, and after that, it was extremely difficult to breathe, as if his throat was blocked by something, which actually made him unable to breathe, and then, bright red blood flowed out of his neck, and the man in black couldn't even make a sound, and his body slowly fell backwards。

At the last moment, he hadn't even understood how he had died, perhaps, he didn't know that his throat had been pierced by Han Feng's lightning-fast sword, and he wouldn't feel a strong pain when the iron wind and thunder sword pierced his throat in an instant.

After the Wind Thunder Sword pierced the throat of the man in black, Han Feng's movements did not stop at all, his expression did not show the slightest panic, the expression on his face was as calm as water, and then he immediately pulled out the Wind Thunder Sword from the throat of the man in black, and with mysterious steps under his feet, his body rushed into the dense forest like a ghost, even if Han Feng understood the truth of Yu Lin Mo Enter, but in the face of hundreds of black-clothed people who were not weak, he always had to take a risk when he was exhausted, and captured the thief first.

Just as Han Feng's figure had just reached the edge of the dense forest, a cold voice suddenly came into Han Feng's ears.

"Your Excellency, let me meet you!. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a pale cyan light shooting towards Han Feng at an extremely fast speed.

Feeling the speed of this pale cyan light and the powerful energy inadvertently emanating from it, Han Feng's face changed suddenly, just with the power of this blow, he had already judged that the strength of the person was very strong, so strong that with his current strength, he would not dare to touch it at all, otherwise, I am afraid that the other party can hurt himself with just this blow.

The speed of this pale cyan light was very fast, and it had already come to Han Feng in an instant, Han Feng's face became extremely solemn, and he immediately stopped his forward body, and retreated sharply backwards.

As soon as Han Feng retreated, this pale cyan light almost bombarded down where Han Feng was standing just now, and with a loud bang, a deep pit was punched out on the ground.

Seeing such a prestige, Han Feng was horrified in his heart, and his body retreated sharply, retreating five or six zhang away in the blink of an eye, and immediately distanced himself from the other party.

After Han Feng stopped, he looked up at the dense forest, even though it was night, he could still clearly see the person opposite through the fire that was still burning in the distance and his extraordinary eyesight.

The man was an old man in his sixties, the old man was as thin as a material, his figure was relatively thin, and his appearance was also ordinary, with the cloth clothes he was wearing, he looked like a very ordinary old man, if he removed the long whip that was a few zhang long in his right hand, covered in green, and was emitting a blue light, then the old man in front of him looked like an ordinary farmer, and there was nothing that could attract attention all over his body.

Just as Han Feng was looking at the old man, the old man was also looking at Han Feng with a calm gaze, and said, "Your strength is very good, but your strength is far from enough to keep you alive!"

The old man's voice was very flat, his eyes were staring at Han Feng tightly, as if only Han Feng was just a corpse in his eyes.

At this time, Han Feng's eyes turned slightly, looked around, and found that the group of black-clothed people besieging him had retreated silently, and these retreating black-clothed people rushed towards Leng Yuan's side.

Han Feng secretly thought in his heart, this old man obviously had a high status in a group of tempest mercenary groups, and since he appeared, the black-clothed people within a certain range of Han Feng had avoided him.

However, Han Feng saw those black-clothed men who retreated rushing in the direction of Leng Yuan and the others, and his face couldn't help but become very solemn.

Not to mention for the time being, whether Leng Yuan and the other three can withstand the siege of hundreds of powerful black-clothed people on the periphery, this battle against this old man by himself is definitely the first battle of life and death that he has encountered since he came to rebirth.

Although Han Feng was confident that he could be invincible in the same rank, but in the face of the old man in front of him who looked extremely thin, Han Feng had no confidence at all that he could kill the other party, just from the strength of the old man's blow just now, Han Feng had already seen that his strength was compared with the old man, it was simply a comparison between the stars and the bright moon, the difference between heaven and earth.

It is certain to say that this old man must be a strong spirit king!

The old man stared at Han Feng, and slowly waved the long whip in his hand, and the entire long whip emitted a faint cyan light, revolving around the old man's body like a spiritual snake.

Noticing the old man's movements, Han Feng's spirit was also highly concentrated, even if he mastered the mysterious thunder rushing steps, but in the face of a strong Spirit King powerhouse, he could only choose to fight hard, it really didn't work, he could only use the Heavenly Demon Split*, if it still didn't work, he could only accept his fate.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, the old man let out a loud shout, and with the mysterious footwork under his feet, he rushed towards Han Feng quickly, the old man's speed was extremely fast, and he came to Han Feng's body in the blink of an eye, and the long whip around the old man's body was full of cyan light, like a spiritual snake, which passed straight through Han Feng's chest at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Such a strange move Han Feng was unheard of even in the previous life.

Han Feng's figure flashed slightly, and the long whip almost grazed his body, and after that, the long whip suddenly changed direction, and rolled over towards Han Feng's body, Han Feng was horrified in his heart, and once again dodged the attack of the long whip with his strange body style.

And the old man's figure was bullied like a shadow, and his hands were palm-shaped towards Han Feng and slapped him hurriedly.

Seeing the situation, Han Feng hurriedly lowered his body suddenly, his body quickly leaned forward, and the wind and thunder sword in his hand stabbed towards the old man's chest at lightning speed.