As the words fell, a team of bloody, murderous black-clothed people suddenly flashed out of the hazy night, led by Han Feng's father, Han Lin.

"Father, everyone else has solved it!" Han Feng, who was standing in the wind in the sky, looked at his father Han Lin and asked lightly.

"It's solved!" Han Lin nodded, his face filled with extreme comfort.

"Okay!" Han Feng chuckled: "Then Feng'er will hand over the old ghost of wind and thunder to you as his father wishes!"

The unscrupulous conversation between Han Feng and Han Lin made the wind and thunderstorm standing on the stone platform stunned for a moment, and then he was so angry that his hair stood up.

"Han Lin!"

"Spirit Sect Fifth Order!"

"You brought this group of garbage to my Fenglei house at night, are you here to seek death?" After glancing coldly at Han Lin and his party, Feng Leiyu said jokingly.

"Wind and thunderstorm, isn't it just like this!" Han Lin smiled faintly.

"Han Lin, I should thank you for that!" Feng Lei Yu sneered.

"Yes, I'm so kind, you should thank me well!" Han Lin sneered.

"Then may I ask how Patriarch Han needs me to thank you? is it a grand funeral for you after death, or is it a little more dark paper?"

"Hehe, if you want to thank me like this, I have no opinion, but I'm worried that you will have more than enough heart and not enough strength!" Han Lin was not annoyed when he heard this, his face was calm, and he said slowly.

Seeing Han Lin so calm, Feng Lei Yu was greatly surprised, and after muttering for a while, he first stared at Han Feng, and then said: "Han Lin, you rely on him!

"Han Xian!"

"Subordinates are here!" On the stone platform, a one-armed middle-aged man walked out of the crowd in response, came to Feng Lei Yu and bent down to salute: "Please command the Wind and Thunder Patriarch!"

"I'll leave that kid to you!" Feng Lei Yu raised his hand and pointed at Han Feng in the air, and said coldly.

"Thank you Wind Thunder Patriarch!" staring coldly at Han Feng who was standing in mid-air, Han Xian replied coldly with a hideous aura all over his body.

"Han Xian, this kid Spirit Warrior Realm can cut off one of your arms when you were in the Spirit Sect realm, although you have now broken through the Spirit King Second Order Realm, I still hope you don't make a big deal!" Feng Lei Yu said.

"Wind Thunder Patriarch, you can be relieved! I know this kid is weird!" After speaking, Han Xian roared at the crowd on the stage: "Wang Sui, Chen Lin, Zhou Xiang, and Leng Xin are out of the ranks!"

"The subordinates are here!"

"What does Captain Han command?"

In the crowd, four black-clothed people flashed out and bowed to Han Xian.

"Wait for the four of you to go up with me and kill that kid!"

"Yes, Captain Han!" the four responded in unison.

However, as soon as the voices of the four people fell, a joking voice came from mid-air.

"Four Spirit Kings of the Fourth Order and one Spirit King of the Second Order also want to kill me, it's really overwhelming!"

Hearing this, Han Xian's five people turned their eyes to Han Feng in unison, and Han Xian said coldly: "Evil beast, I want to see what kind of level your cultivation has reached now, and you dare to be so rampant!"

The voice was low and murderous.

When the voice fell, Han Xian and the four strong men held black long knives, their bodies soared into the air like a shock, and they shot towards Han Feng with their swords.

In an instant, thousands of sword lights burst out in mid-air, forming a huge knife cage, slashing towards Han Feng overwhelmingly.

"Knife formation!

"Broken!"

In the face of this overwhelming knife momentum, Han Feng had no fear, his eyes were as bright as stars, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, the sword light lit up, dazzling, and at the same time, his body also moved, like the wind, like a shadow, light and elegant, and the whole person was submerged in the knife net.

"Click!"

A soft sound came out, and the sword light in the sky suddenly dissipated.

"Uncle, is your attack only so powerful?" Han Feng glanced at Han Xian and the five of them with cold eyes, and snorted coldly.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Han Feng's mouth, and his gray pupils were full of cold irony, and these words were like a thorn in his body, directly piercing Han Xian's body.

"Little beast, you are looking for death!"

"Take the medicine!" Han Xian's face suddenly became gloomy, and after an inexplicable low roar, he put an extra black pill in the palm of his hand and put it down.

Also at the same time, the four black-clothed powerhouses who stood side by side with Han Xian were also Zhang Yi's next black pill.

In an instant, above the air, Han Xian's five bodies suddenly trembled, the blue muscles on their faces burst out, the true qi of their whole body was frantically condensed, and the black qi lingered all over their bodies, and their cultivation improved rapidly.

"Demon Crazy Pill! Interesting!" Cold eyes quietly looked at the five Han Xian who were constantly improving their momentum, and the corners of Han Feng's mouth had a little more crazy smile.

After a few breaths, the trembling bodies of the five Han Xian who were confronting Han Feng gradually calmed down.

"Four Spirit Kings of the Fifth Order, one Spirit King of the Fourth Order!" Han Feng muttered in his mouth: "I think I should be able to bear it!"

At this moment, Han Xian and the other five suddenly opened their eyes, and a shuddering power came out of their bodies.

"Overlord Knife!"

The next moment, the five of them shouted at the same time, the long knife in their hands shook, and the sword shadow in the sky slashed towards Han Feng with a crazy sound of breaking the sky.

Han Feng's whole person was instantly submerged in the fierce training.

"Boom......!"

With a deafening crash, there was a bang.

Then, a cyan figure was blasted out of the knife net.

"Wind!"

"Young Patriarch!"

"Young Master Feng!"

Looking at the scene in mid-air, Han Lin, the five elders, Han Wei, and Han Wei Xiaomei exclaimed at the same time.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!" After stabilizing his figure, Han Feng lowered his head and smiled at everyone, and then turned his gaze to Han Xian.

"After taking the Mad Demon Pill, you still only have this kind of strength?" Han Feng sneered: "Uncle, I guess the problem is not with you, but with the elixir given to you by the Wind and Thunder Old Ghost!"

"This ...... It can't be!"

Looking at Han Feng who was talking and laughing in front of him, Han Xian's eyes almost popped out, and his face was full of incredible expressions, as if he had seen a ghost.

Resisting the full force of the four Spirit Kings of the Fifth Order and the Fourth Order of the Spirit Kings with his physical body, if he hadn't seen Han Feng actually defuse the full force of the five people with his body, he would almost think that he was going to hallucinate.

Even if it is a strong Lingjun, he may not be able to calmly take their sword strength, how did this kid do it?

On the ground, the wind and thunderstorm standing on the stone platform had a blue face, which was also unbelievable.

"It's nothing impossible!" Han Feng said lightly: "Uncle, as long as you choose to reform now, I will give you a way to live for grandpa's sake!"

"Haha...... give me a way to live...... Little beast, how can I beg for mercy from you, a beast with a mere body of seven feet?" Hearing this, Han Xian was immediately so angry that his hair stood on end, and he was dressed in a black robe without wind, and his original hideous and terrifying face was even more terrifying. Once upon a time, he was subjected to such a spicy sarcasm, not to mention that this sarcasm came from a milky boy.

"Die!"

In the next moment, Han Xian pounced like a tiger, the long knife in his hand cut out one after another fierce knife strength, and without sparing any more hands, he attacked Han Feng like a storm, and the other four people didn't dare to hesitate when they saw Han Xian's shot, and almost at the same moment they swung their knives at Han Feng and slashed over.

"I can't help myself!" Han Feng snorted contemptuously, and then his figure flashed, and he sank into the knife net again.

A few breaths later, in the dense sword net, a sword light came out of the sky, illuminating the night sky!

The fierce sword qi with a desolate and vicissitudes of life instantly swept through the entire sky.

Pierce the knife net!

Shattered Blade Shadow!

In Han Xian's shocked gaze, this sword light was like a bamboo, not only crushing the treasure knife that had accompanied them all their lives, but then even their hands holding the knife turned into blood foam, and then the arm, what shocked Han Xian even more was that the sword light stopped strangely after twisting his arm, while the four strong men around him continued to be swallowed by this sword light, shoulder, body!

When the four of them were left with only one head, they instinctively wanted to let out a terrible scream, but they didn't feel any pain, and their eyes were so confused and incomprehensible!

After an instant - consciousness annihilation!

How can it be?

What kind of sword is this!

The audience was silent for a moment!