Han Xiong hesitated for a moment when he heard the sound, before reaching out to take the life-saving pill, looking at Han Feng's immature face, his firm eyes couldn't help but sigh lightly, his expression was very serious, and he said in a low voice: "Feng'er, grandpa doesn't know why your strength has suddenly increased greatly, but with your current cultivation, you are still not the opponent of that beast, Feng'er, promise grandpa, if you have the opportunity, you must escape from the Han family, you are the hope of the Han family, you know!"

"Grandpa, don't worry! You have seen Feng'er's body method, Uncle only has this kind of strength by virtue of the medicinal power now, and once the medicinal power passes, we will be safe." Han Feng looked at Han Xiong's pale old face and gentle and kind words, and was quite moved in his heart, and hurriedly said with a chuckle.

"Hehe, stop talking, none of you can escape today, if you have something to say, leave it to the Netherworld to say!" Han Xian in the distance laughed gloomily, looking extremely hideous.

As soon as the laughter fell, the whole person quickly rushed towards the direction where Han Feng was, and pounced angrily.

Han Xian's fingers on both hands were slightly curved, forming a claw shape, and his posture was like an eagle striking the sky, but there was a surging energy coming out from his fingertips, pointing straight at Han Feng's chest and abdomen.

This is clearly the magic valley mastery, the ghost claw!

The ghost claw, the power is endless, the offense and defense are integrated, if you practice to the extreme, the sky will fall apart, the vicissitudes of the sea, and it will be invulnerable. In this claw method, it implies the supreme path of heaven and earth, which can be said to be the highest magic skill in the Demon Valley, and it is also one that is infinitely close to the heavenly level. It's a pity that Han Xian didn't practice the magic book, if he combined with the alchemy recorded in the magic book, he would be able to bring out the essence of this claw.

In his previous life, Han Feng's understanding of this magic technique was far more familiar than Han Xian's. And Han Xian used this trick to deal with Han Feng, which couldn't help but make Han Feng happy.

Han Feng took a light step, and the whole person instantly blocked in front of Han Xiong, facing Han Xian's incomparably powerful claw, he still stood calmly and calmly, wearing a white dress stained with blood, and he looked even more proud, arrogant, and elegant.

And Han Xiong stood behind Han Feng, watching Han Xian launch such a powerful attack, his heart couldn't help but tighten, and his voice trembled slightly and shouted: "Feng'er, be careful!"

Han Feng turned around slightly, smiled and whispered to Han Xiong behind him, "Grandpa, don't worry!

As soon as the words fell, Han Feng lightly stabbed the sword in his hand towards Han Xian's abdomen, this is the biggest flaw in the humorous ghost claw, the weakest point, Han Xian saw this sword momentum, and hurriedly stopped his body, and Han Feng's sword momentum changed again, the tip of the sword shook slightly, and several spiritual energy swords shot out from around the sword body in an instant, leaving several scars on Han Xian's body.

Han Feng's swordsmanship is concise, fast, like nature, without the slightest drag, the action is done in one go, Han Xiong, who is standing behind Han Feng, looks at such an old and spicy swordsmanship, and his heart is extremely shocked.

Han Xian retreated sharply for a while, only to find that he had several sword marks left on his body, although it was only a skin wound, but the more Han Xian thought about it, the more afraid he felt, and the jealousy and hatred in his eyes could simply swallow Han Feng alive.

Han Feng's eyes are vicious, and his attacks are even more weird, sharp, and magnificent. Moreover, what shocked Han Xian the most was that the third-order skill of Han Feng Spirit Sect could actually hurt him. Isn't this a daylight hell!

"Han Feng, don't think that you can compete with me after learning a few three-legged cat swordsmanship, today I want you to see the true strength of the seventh order of the Spirit Sect!" Han Xian's originally dark and deformed face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and he roared angrily. Wildly waved his palm towards Han Feng and stormed up.

In the face of Han Xian's fierce and crazy offensive, Han Feng was obviously a little hurried at first, but this state did not last long, it was gradually stabilized by him, and the defensive momentum also began to change, Han Feng relied on his exquisite body skills, strange swordsmanship and his own familiarity with the magic valley exercises, and occasionally attacked, but actually made Han Xian * constantly retreat.

Two hours passed quickly, and Han Feng's swordsmanship became more and more proficient, with ease, swaying freely, and gradually fading away from the initial jerky, swordsmanship is pungent, ruthless, poisonous, and spicy, plus Han Feng's first-order soul power, the comprehension of sword intent to control the sword with intention has reached a higher level, the sword light in the sky, the sword qi is horizontal, Han Feng's attack at this time made Han Xian feel constrained, very sloppy, and his appearance was even more embarrassed.

"How is this possible? Damn, this kid is really evil!"

In the face of Han Feng's increasingly skilled attack, Han Xian's face was also quite ugly at this time, as Han Feng's opponent, he could feel that the other party seemed to be transforming at an extremely fast speed, and he had become a whetstone for this transformation.

In front of the ancestral hall of the Han family, the life-and-death battle between those black-clothed people and the Han family and guards also ended early, and the living guards and clansmen stepped on the altar one after another, standing behind Han Xiong, the ancestor of the Han family, in a neat and orderly manner, and quietly watched the two groups of earth-shattering battles with wide eyes.

The front of the ancestral hall was littered with corpses, severed limbs and remains could be seen everywhere, and a thick and disgusting smell of blood was released on the red ground.

Seeing that the hundreds of black-clothed men he sent had died, Han Xian looked very impatient at this moment, roaring again and again, extremely angry, every time he struck out a palm, the momentum was huge, the momentum was magnificent, and the terrifying qi waves rolled away, flying sand and rocks around him, and smoke and dust rolled. At this time, Han Feng is like a light boat in the raging waves, drifting with the waves.

"Uncle Han Xian, don't be angry! The medicinal power of the Demon Madness Pill will still fade for a while, don't be nervous!" Han Feng said teasing while constantly taking out his sword to resist.

Han Xian was shocked and angry, and kept looking in the direction of the Han family's library, his face became very ugly.

"Brother Han, it seems that things have changed, this time the plan has failed, stay in Qingshan, don't worry about no firewood, let's retreat first!"

"Brother Wu, let's go!"

Han Xian fought with Han Feng again, and also had the intention of retreating, with his powerful palm power, he took Han Feng* back a few steps, and with a decisive sigh, his body retreated, and he stretched out his hand to grab Han Yue, who was lying unconscious not far away, and lifted Han Yue in the direction of the gate of Han's house.

Seeing that the two of them were about to retreat, Han Feng's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly used the light body technique to catch up with Han Xian, Han Feng would definitely not let go of Han Xian's father and son easily, how could he miss this opportunity to beat the water dog.

"Han Xian, you can't escape, you colluded with outsiders and slaughtered my people, is it really true that no one in my Han family can deal with you!" Han Feng shouted and chased after him.

Han Xian heard Han Feng's angry shouts, his face couldn't help but change, and his pace of rushing forward also slowed down. Originally, Han Xian's body speed was slightly inferior to Han Feng, plus he was still carrying the unconscious Han Yue in his hand, and after a while, Han Feng caught up with Han Xian.

Han Xian couldn't help but hurriedly turn around and slap out a palm at Han Feng, who was chasing closely.

Han Feng roared, and swung a sword at Han Xian's back, and in an instant, the sword light lit up, and a brilliant sword qi illuminated the entire heaven and earth, "Boom!"

The palm strength collided with the sword qi, and the qi was furious, and the terrifying qi wave immediately shook Han Feng back a few steps.

Han Xian was horrified in his heart when he saw that he had only taken a few steps back with all his palm.

The two glanced at each other, Han Feng was pleasantly surprised to find that the demonic qi on Han Xian's body seemed to have faded a lot, he couldn't help laughing, the long sword in his hand swung sharply, and in an instant, the sword qi was furious, and dozens of sword qi quickly blasted towards Han Xian.

In the face of dozens of sword qi that shot rapidly, Han Xian could only dodge in embarrassment, and he had no power to parry, and one after another terrifying sword qi suddenly exploded on Han Xian's body, with loud noises and earth-shattering.

After a while, Han Xian's unclothed and scarred body was presented in front of everyone.

Han Feng was also very surprised in his heart at this time, since such an attack only hurt Han Xian's hair and skin, it didn't cause him much damage, it can be seen how strong the body of the strong person of the Spirit Sect should be!

But Han Feng did not let Han Xian go, he knew that if the tiger returned to the mountain, there would be endless troubles.

Seeing Han Feng so crazy, Han Xian was extremely afraid in his heart at this time, but there was nothing he could do about it, after dodging the two swords that Han Feng slashed out fiercely, the third sword that Han Feng split finally cut off Han Xian's right arm at the shoulder, and Han Yue, who was carrying his right arm, also fell heavily to the ground, and let out a painful moan from his mouth.

Han Xian's face was pale at this time, his eyes had a look of fear and despair, the broken arm of his right shoulder was bleeding, and the whole person seemed to be about to lose his strength, and he was crumbling.

Just as Han Feng raised his sword again* to approach Han Xian, a black shadow instantly appeared in front of Han Xian, and the swift Korean Feng stabbed out three swords, on the road, in the middle, and on the bottom road, the move was extremely spicy.

Han Feng hurriedly took a few steps back, dodged the sword with his delicate steps, and stabilized his body only to find that it was the man surnamed black who was the leader of Han Xian.

And after the man in black* retreated from Han Feng, he didn't stop at all, picked up Han Xian and quickly rushed to the gate of Han's house.

"With the strength of the third-order spirit master, he actually used the power of one person to fight against two experienced masters of the fifth order and above of the spirit sect, and also broke one of the right arms of Han Xian, a traitor of the Han family. ”

Thinking of this, Han Xiong, the ancestor of the Han family, couldn't help but sigh lightly, this kind of talent really makes people feel a little frightened.

Seeing that the man in black took Han Xian to completely escape from the gate of the Han family, Han Feng did not chase anymore, but looked at the direction where the man in black left and smiled bitterly, the whole person suddenly turned pale, his feet suddenly felt weak, he sat on the ground heavily, gasping for breath, and the cultivation on his body gradually dropped from the peak of the third order of the Spirit Sect to the peak of the third order of the Spirit Sect.

Seeing this, Han Xiong and the five elders hurriedly rushed towards Han Feng's position, and soon came to Han Feng's side.

"Feng'er, how are you!" Han Xiong helped Han Feng anxiously, his expression was anxious, and he asked in a concerned tone.

Han Feng heard Han Xiong's anxious shout, raised his head weakly, and saw that the six old and cloudy eyes were staring at him with concern, so he whispered in a weak voice: "Grandpa, five elders, Feng'er just lost his strength after using the secret method, Feng'er is fine!"

After finishing speaking, Han Feng slowly took out three Resurrection Pills from his waist and mouthed them, but the whole person couldn't hold on anymore, and slowly fell into Han Xiong's arms and passed out