In the stone city, it is still foggy and white, which makes people have a hazy beauty!

On the edge of the altar, a ball of light was as fast as lightning, constantly moving back and forth, the entire space sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the huge sword qi drove the air to roll and stir, forming a strong wind, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Puffy ......!"

With the sound of stone slabs cracking, smoke and dust suddenly billowed on the ground, and stones splashed everywhere!

Suddenly, there were more sword marks on the ground like spider webs!

The crackling sound rose and fell suddenly, and as the smoke and dust dissipated, a figure as straight as a spear holding a golden long sword suddenly appeared, and he was Han Feng, who had been realizing the sword at the altar.

It turned out that since comprehending the peep on the sword diagram, Han Feng's comprehension of the sword has reached an unbelievable situation, and in just one hour, he has modified and fused all the mutilated sword moves obtained from the Battle Heaven Weapon Soul into a set of swordsmanship, and at the same time, this set of swordsmanship also contains his understanding of the sword in his past and present lives, and the scene just now is that Han Feng is practicing this set of swordsmanship.

"In the future, it will be called the Remnant Sword Technique!" Looking at the messy map-like ground, Han Feng's handsome face showed an extremely happy smile, and he muttered: "It seems that I have to find someone to test the sword ......!"

However, before Han Feng finished speaking, the whole person suddenly paused, his eyes became cold, and the expression on his handsome face suddenly changed from joy to gloomy.

"It's Mu Xue's breath! Could it be that they came in?"

As the words fell, Han Feng's figure flashed slightly, and the whole person disappeared in place like a ghost!

...... At the gate of Shicheng, the two groups of figures suddenly separated, their movements were as fast as thunder and lightning, the sword light flashed, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and every time the sword weapons collided, they set off terrifying energy ripples, and these two figures were Mu Yan and Xue Wuxian who were fighting in a hearty battle!

Mu Yan and Xue Wuxian are both the princes of a country and the pride of a court, so it can be said that the battle between the two not only represents the hearts and cultivation of the two people, but also can see the future of the two empires.

However, judging from the scene, the strength of the two is equal at this time, and they are not up or down.

Compared with the battle between Mu Yan and Xue Wuji, not far from the gate of Shicheng, the battle between Mu Xue and Xue Ji was a bit unsightly.

Xue Ji had an extremely swaying smile on his face, a pair of fleshy palms flew up and down, and the majestic power that erupted continued to make Mu Xue * retreat again and again, only the ability to parry, and there was no power to fight back.

When Xue Ji took out his palm, he kept licking his lips and said obscenely: "Mu Xue, as long as you obediently take off your clothes now and have a real hand-to-hand fight with me, I will let you go!"

"Shameless!"

At this moment, Mu Xuesi's hair was scattered, her clothes were disheveled, her face was pale, and she looked frightened and frightened, but she still couldn't hide her delicate figure under her clothes, as well as her delicate and moving temperament, but Mu Xue was even more angry when she heard Xue Ji's lewd words, and her face was even more flattering.

"Haha! shameless?" Xue Ji laughed even more insolently, and said, "So you like me shameless!

"Look at my chest palm!" Xue Ji's eyes swam greedily on Mu Xue's body, and after shouting in a yin voice, his palms slapped out again, and suddenly, the palm shadow was like a mountain, the palm wind was like a wave, and the strong palm wind suddenly made Mu Xue almost out of breath.

Just when Mu Xue felt powerless and was in despair, she found that a pair of powerful hands behind her stopped her waist and picked her up, and then she felt that the pressure on her body disappeared completely.

"This is?" Mu Xue's heart felt a familiar feeling, and she raised her head in some shock, only to find that the person holding her was Han Feng, a black-robed young man who had entered Stone City for a long time and had not returned.

"Han Gongzi, is it really you?" At this moment, Mu Xue looked at a loss, and two flashes of glow couldn't help but fly on her stunning face, which looked extremely attractive.

"It's me, you'll be fine!" Han Feng gently put Mu Xue down, and then stuffed a crystal jade elixir into Mu Xue's cherry mouth, and then said lightly: "Miss Xue'er, you breathe well first, and leave the rest to me!"

"Hmm!" Mu Xue replied lightly, then crossed her knees and closed her eyes to breathe, as if all this had never happened.

Seeing this scene, Xue Ji was furious: "Boy, who are you!"

Hearing this, Han Feng slowly turned around, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Xue Ji, it doesn't matter who I am, because a dead person is not qualified to know who I am!"

Seeing the cold light that suddenly flashed in Han Feng's eyes, like a sword and penetrating his heart, Xue Ji's whole person became excited.

"Okay, if you don't want to say it, then I'll beat you until you say it!"

Xue Ji was originally a body refiner, and it can be said that it is extremely rare for the children of the royal family or wealthy families to choose body refining.

However, others refine their bodies mainly for fame and profit. But Xue Ji's refining body is for sex, in order to conquer women!

Since breaking through the realm of the Spirit King, the ancestor of the Xue family has passed on a set of powerful palm techniques, the Heavenly Rank Primary Vajra Palm! This set of palm techniques with his body as hard as iron is indeed infinitely powerful, it can be said that under the same level, there are few opponents, therefore, he has become empty-eyed, perhaps in his eyes, among the younger generation, except for his brother Xue Wuxian, he does not look at anyone else at all.

Xue Ji was furious in his heart, and slapped his palm with a "bang", the strength was even more amazing than just now, and the palm power was like a raging wind and waves, heading straight towards Han Feng*.

Han Feng's eyes glowed strangely, and he smiled: "It's a little interesting!"

As soon as the words fell, Han Feng flashed by with thunder footwork.

"I think you can dodge a few tricks!"

Seeing that Han Feng easily avoided his palm strength, Xue Ji couldn't help but shout angrily, and his palms slapped out again, one palm turned into two palms, two palms became four palms, and the palm shadows continued to be superimposed, and the palm strength was like a wild wave after wave, any strong person below the realm of the Spirit King might not be able to parry this row of palm power, even if it was not split by the palm, it was also shocked by the fierceness of the palm.

Spirituality focuses on baptizing the body with the aura of heaven and earth, while physical cultivation stimulates and taps one's own potential, so as to achieve the improvement of one's own cultivation realm. Different cultivation methods naturally have completely different means of attack. Spiritual cultivation attacks need to concentrate and store energy, the attack speed is slow but the power is great, while the physical cultivation attack comes from itself, the stronger the body, the stronger the attack ability. It can be said that at the same level, physical cultivation is definitely stronger than spiritual cultivation.

However, Xue Ji really encountered a freak this time, Han Feng's body had already achieved an unprecedented divine body in the Dark Moon Continent under the forging of Heavenly Fire and Thunder Tribulation, so to speak, Han Feng's current body could definitely be called the ancestor of physical cultivation.

However, in the face of Xue Ji's such a fierce and domineering attack, Han Feng did not slack off at all, at this moment his body was like a flying soul phantom, churning up and down in the heavy palm wind like a net, like a light boat, in the fierce wind and angry waves, sometimes hidden in the valley of the waves, sometimes volleyed on the crest of the waves. Completely relying on the magic of Ben Lei's footwork to avoid its edge.