As Han Song's body grew taller, layers of thin scales similar to the surface of the Heavenly Demon's body grew on his body. If you look closely, the scales on his body are darker and shinier than those ordinary Heavenly Demons, and it is obvious that the sturdiness is also a few points stronger than those of the Heavenly Demons.

After Han Song's body increased by 100 meters, his body began to twist continuously. With each struggle, his muscles expanded a little, and in the end, one of his arms alone became the thickness of a water tank, and the muscles burst out, and even the veins on the surface were clearly visible.

"You ants, do you think that the power of the Sword God is only a few million horsepower, and you can only absorb faith? If you don't become a Sword God, you will never know how powerful the Sword God's power is. Han Song shouted wildly.

His huge mouth opened, constantly inhaling and exhaling, and after each breath, his strength would skyrocket, and at the last moment, his strength exceeded the 20 million horsepower mark.

Twenty million horsepower, this is the power that a hundred sword venerables cannot release together.

Han Song opened his mouth and exhaled a breath at will, forming a huge turbulent vortex in the void, blowing those Sword Venerable powerhouses back and forth.

"Roar!" Han Song, whose strength had skyrocketed, let out a hysterical roar.

Suddenly, his arms smashed straight at Ye Feng, and his arms collided with the space, directly tearing the space into countless pieces.

The explosive force smashed straight down, causing Ye Feng's body to shake uncontrollably.

Seeing that a punch was solid by Han Song, all the bones in his body must have been shattered, Ye Feng didn't dare to resist, and quickly flashed to the side.

Ye Feng, who had been blessed by the power of countless Sword Venerable powerhouses, was so fast that he had surpassed the speed of sound.

The moment Han Song's fist wind smashed down, he had already dodged, and his body left overlapping phantoms in the void.

There was a bang, and Han Song's fist hit the ground. Immediately, the whole plain shook violently. Not only that, but with Han Song's fist hitting the ground as the center, the earth quickly cracked.

In just two breaths, the earth was smashed out of an endless abyss that was tens of thousands of feet deep, revealing the core of the earth.

The earth was destroyed, and the sword cultivator who had laid down a large array of ten thousand laws was also shocked by this earth-destroying force, and his body retreated dozens of zhang one after another.

With a bang, all the Sword Venerable powerhouses, including Bi Luohua, couldn't withstand the attack of this huge force, and they were shocked to the ground, and blood kept spitting out of their mouths.

Han Song injured more than two hundred Sword Venerable powerhouses with one blow, and this strength made everyone present shocked. Even many people's moods are in despair at this time.

They only now knew that the strength of the Sword God powerhouse was beyond the limits of their imagination. Many people suddenly felt that they had lost this battle, and no one on the Tian Yuan Continent could resist Han Song, let alone kill him.

The violent energy shock, also bombarded Ye Feng, who was miles away. Although this power was particularly powerful, but when it came into contact with the protective vitality on Ye Feng's body surface, it only made the vitality light shield shake a few times, and then it immediately disappeared invisibly.

Looking at Han Song, who was domineering and murderous in his eyes, Ye Feng did not show a nervous look, on the contrary, his body exuded a particularly confident aura.

"Has Han Song finally exerted his ultimate power?" Ye Feng said in his heart.

Seeing Han Song raise his fist again, wanting to kill those sword cultivators who had lost their combat effectiveness, Ye Feng suddenly let out a broken sigh.

"Stop!"

Ye Feng's roar sounded like thunder, instantly resounding throughout the world.

Seeing Han Song looking at him contemptuously, Ye Feng sneered and said, "Han Song, do you still feel that you are sure to win and can kill everyone present?" You must know that you are not the only one on the Tian Yuan Continent who can cultivate into a Sword God powerhouse, if another Sword God powerhouse appears, you may not be his opponent. ”

"Are you alarmist and trying to scare me?" Han Song said with a smirk.

He pointed to the sky with his finger and shouted in a deep voice: "All the sword gods are hiding in the outer heavens, do you think that you Sword Hall Patriarch dare to break the rules formulated by the Four Emperors and go down without permission? It's useless, Ye Feng, all of you present today are going to die, I want to devour the power of all of you, refine your souls into heavenly demons, and become the object of my control." ”

With that, Han Song threw a punch at the ground again. When this punch fell, even the earth's core was smashed and trembled violently, and the city thousands of miles away was also like an earthquake, and all the buildings in the city completely collapsed.

Han Song's attack this time actually caused several first-level and second-level sword masters to faint. Although the remaining Sword Venerables still barely retained their consciousness, the blood that kept flowing from the corners of their mouths proved that they couldn't last long.

Looking at the fallen Sword Venerable powerhouses around him, Ye Feng frowned, and he was very anxious in his heart.

"Teacher, didn't you ask the Biluohua Palace Master to tell me that after dragging Han Song, would you come to deal with Han Song? Why haven't you come yet, could it be that you failed to break through the Sword God Realm, or that you ran into trouble when you broke through?" Ye Feng speculated anxiously. Seeing Han Song raise his arm for the third time, he gritted his teeth violently, jumped up, and actually waved Yan Yan and rushed towards Han Song's arm.

"Don't, don't!" In the distance, Luo Hu and the others were all scared into a cold sweat when they saw Ye Feng's actions.

After seeing Han Song's previous performance, everyone understood that with the strength of Sword Venerable, they could not compete with Han Song at all. At this time, Ye Feng rushed up, which was no different from sending him to death.

The shouts and shouts from the outside world did not affect Ye Feng.

He waved Yan Yan and released five million horsepower, not seeking to defeat Han Song, only thinking about delaying for a moment, even if it could only stop Han Song slightly.

Ye Feng's action like a moth to a fire fell in Han Song's eyes, causing Han Song's eyes to flicker with a cold light.

His arm continued to pull forward, and he roared gloomily: "Ye Feng, since you want to commit suicide, I will fulfill you." ”

Ten feet, nine feet, eight feet, seven feet...... , Han Song's arm was getting closer and closer to Ye Feng's body, and even Ye Feng could already feel the strong wind piercing into his body protection aura like a sword.

Seeing that he was about to collide with Han Song's arm, Ye Feng simply closed his eyes and didn't look at it, just let the long sword in his hand stab out fiercely.

Closer, closer.

In Ye Feng's mind, his body should have collided with Han Song's arm. However, there was no imaginary shock, nor did it have the imaginary pain.

All the irritable energy fluctuations in the outside world seemed to suddenly stop, and no sound could be heard.

With a heart full of surprise, Ye Feng opened his eyes and couldn't help but be stunned by the sight in front of him.

At this time, between him and Han Song, an old man wearing a cyan robe suddenly appeared.

This old man stood between Ye Feng and Han Song, like an eternal mountain, which was insurmountable. And Han Song's arm, which had 20 million horsepower, was easily blocked by the old man with a palm stretched out.

There is something temporary, this chapter can only be 2,000 words at first, and the next chapter will be around 10 o'clock in the evening, and it will be a 4,000-word chapter.