Seeing Han Feng blindly dodging, Xue Jian felt a burst of pride in his heart, and a sense of pride arose, and while increasing the strength of his palm, he shouted: "Boy, with your little strength, you dare to be a hero to save the beauty!"

Xue Jian's words alarmed Mu Xue, who was cross-legged at this time, the moment Mu Xue opened her eyes, she saw that the dense fog around her was actually blown away by a strong palm wind, and Han Feng's whole person was completely shrouded in a palm shadow, seeing this scene, Mu Xue's originally calm heart hung up again, and the original confidence in Han Feng gradually collapsed and disappeared.

Judging from the scene, Han Feng was indeed attacked by Xue Ji and had no power to fight back, but she didn't dare to speak, even if it was an exclamation or a cold snort or persuasion of Han Feng to retreat!

Mu Xue was afraid that her voice would affect Han Feng's dodge, and she was afraid that Han Feng would be distracted and injured!

Many times, Mu Xue thought that Han Feng couldn't dodge, even if he didn't die, he would be injured. But in the end, Han Feng got out of the palm shadow with an incredible and magical body at the last moment.

A quarter of an hour later, just when Mu Xue was worried, she was surprised to find that Xue Ji suddenly pressed her palms and didn't speak.

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile: "Xue Ji, you don't attack so much!"

Xue Ji shouted angrily: "Boy, what kind of hero are you who blindly dodge!"

The conversation between Han Feng and Xue Ji made Mu Xue, who was not far away, confused, after all, in her eyes, Han Feng had been helpless by Xue Ji*.

At this time, Han Feng snorted coldly: "Xue Ji, I am kind enough to let you live more time and perceive the goodness of this world more!" Speaking of this, Han Feng's tone suddenly changed greatly, and he said gloomily: "Since you want to die early, then don't blame me!"

When the words fell, Han Feng suddenly had a golden wooden sword in his hand, the Wind Thunder Sword, and then turned his head to Mu Xue, who was stunned to the side, and said lightly: "Miss Xue'er, you stand back!"

Mu Xue couldn't help but instinctively take a few steps back when she heard this, and then asked, "Childe, do you still need to retreat!"

Mu Xue Bingxue was smart, and she didn't talk about Han Feng's name between her words, Han Feng's heart warmed, and she nodded: "Enough!"

And Xue Ji, who was standing on the side, found that he was completely ignored, and was furious: "Boy, you are looking for death!" Then, "bang" slapped out with a palm. The Xue family's heaven-level spiritual technique, Vajra Palm, its power is extraordinary. At this moment, Xue Ji used all his strength in anger, and the intensity was even more amazing, and his palm power was like a raging wind and angry waves, straight towards Han Feng*.

"Xue Ji, it's okay for you to blow the remnants of flowers and grass with such palm power!"

Saying that, Han Feng's whole person rushed up in the air like a shock, dissolving Xue Ji's fierce palm power, and the person fell out of the sword, like thunder and lightning, and with a "hiss", the sword blade cut off a large section of Xue Ji's brocade robe.

"What kind of swordsmanship are you!"

Looking at the fluttering sleeves in front of him, Xue Ji felt a sudden shock in his heart, and a chill arose, and his face became more and more solemn.

"The sword technique that can kill you!" As soon as the words fell, Han Feng's figure flashed again, and as the tip of the wind and thunder sword shook, he shook out those shocking and unpredictable sword moves in the remnant sword technique, and in an instant, the surrounding golden light burst out, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal. Xue Ji was almost shrouded in a sword light.

Seeing this scene, Mu Xue, who was standing next to him, was both happy and surprised, happy because Han Feng now has the absolute upper hand, and the surprise came from the swordsmanship made by Han Feng.

The swordsmanship of the Dark Night Continent, regardless of the level, all need to be charged, and the emphasis is on killing with one blow, but the swordsmanship made by Han Feng is not only powerful, but also does not need to be charged, and the sword momentum is like the water of a river, which is endless, which is completely different from the swordsmanship that Mu Xue has seen!

The next moment, the two figures flashed and collided, sometimes with a series of chaotic sounds, sometimes intermittently, and no one knew how many moves they had made.

Suddenly, the two figures suddenly separated, and the sword light suddenly disappeared again.

Mu Xue raised her eyes and saw that her pretty face suddenly changed, and she exclaimed, "Childe, what's wrong with you?"

It turned out that in this short duel, although Xue Ji's clothes were broken and messy, he was calm and relaxed, and stood with a sneer, while Han Feng was stunned, and a stream of blood flowed out of his tiger's mouth.

"Miss Cher, I'm fine!"

Han Feng responded to Mu Xue, and then praised lightly: "What a hard body! Ye Lao once said that the horror of the body refiner is true!"

Although the Wind Thunder Sword in Han Feng's hand is a bamboo sword, it is a sword weapon that sharpens iron like clay, but such a sharp sword weapon still can't break Xue Ji's body, which shows that the hardness of Xue Ji's body has reached an incredible situation.

"Boy, it turns out that you only have this bit of strength?" staring at Han Feng coldly, Xue Ji exhaled lightly and said disdainfully: "Then today next year will be your death day!"

"Is it!" Han Feng put the Wind Thunder Sword in his hand into the Qiankun Ring, and replied coldly, then he raised his hand and slowly pulled out the blood-red long sword he was carrying behind his back, and said, "Xue Ji, I want to see if your body is as hard as your mouth!"

Feeling the murderous aura released by the blood-red long sword in Han Feng's hand, Xue Ji's heart trembled, and an inexplicable fear suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart: "What kind of sword are you!"

Han Feng shook his head: "You don't need to know!"

When the words fell, Han Feng's figure flashed, and ten thousand sword lights suddenly rose, the sword was like cold electricity, as fast as thunder, and the sword momentum was like the water of the Milky Way pouring from the sky, it was really a sword light like a net, and a sword momentum like a tide!

The next moment, as a meteor-like sword light pierced the sky, the blood mist of the severed arm flew up all over the sky.

The blood mist sword light suddenly rose and dispersed.

"How is this possible!"

Looking at the scene in front of her, Mu Xue was shocked in her heart.

At this moment, Xue Ji looked frightened and frightened, beads of sweat from his forehead continued to drip down, he covered his broken arm wound, blood gushed from between his fingers, but he didn't care about it at all, it seemed that the whole person had been frightened by Han Feng's sword, and his lips trembled and asked, "Who are you, why are you dealing with me like this?"

Hearing this, Han Feng slowly raised his sword, pointed at Xue Ji and said, "People who are about to die, why do you need to know so much!"

"Please let me go!" Feeling the cold killing intent in Han Feng's words, and feeling the nearness of death, Xue Ji was finally scared, with a look of fear on his face, and shouted: "Big brother save me!"

Han Feng smiled coldly: "It's late!"

The sound fell, the sword rose, the black shadow flashed, and the red light skyrocketed!

The next moment, the blood-red long sword had already passed through Xue Ji's throat!

"You!" Xue Ji's eyes widened, staring at the sword that had pierced his throat, his eyes full of disbelief and unwillingness.

He never thought that he would die, let alone provoke Mu Xue, and he would actually bury his life, but unfortunately there is no regret medicine to take in this world.

"Brother!"

As soon as Han Feng took off the Qiankun ring worn by Xue Ji's right middle finger, a cry of grief suddenly came from behind him.

"Not good!"

Han Feng's complexion changed, and then his figure flashed, and he came to Mu Xue's side like a ghost, picked Mu Xue up by the waist, and rushed towards the stone city, disappearing in the vast fog in an instant.

As soon as Han Feng and Mu Xue's figures disappeared, there was suddenly a young man in a brocade robe beside Xue Ji, and this young man in a brocade robe was Xue Wuxian who had been fighting with Mu Yan.

Xue Wuxian's eyes widened, staring at Xue Ji's pale and bloodless, familiar face, his eyes full of grief and disbelief.

"Brother, what's wrong with you!"

Xue Wuxian gently picked up Xue Ji with trembling hands, but he felt a cold feeling coming from Xue Ji's body.

At this moment, Xue Wuji's heart seemed to be completely broken!

Immediately, two lines of clear tears burst out of his eyes and slowly slid down his resolute face.

"Mu Yan, Evil Cloud, one day I will let you break your corpses into ten thousand pieces!"