In the next moment, he held the big sword in his hand and swung it forward, and a cyan sword shot out like a sharp arrow, spanning a distance of three hundred zhang in a single breath, and slashed at Han Feng's body. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Feng was startled, he didn't care about replacing it with a new Wind Wing Talisman, he reached out and touched it in his arms, the broken sword instantly appeared in his hand, frantically injected true qi, and with a backhand split, a white sword light, wrapped in monstrous aura, collided with the cyan sword more than twenty zhang behind him.

Suddenly, the two were like two icebergs colliding, and immediately there was a loud roar, which spread all over the four fields, deafening.

At the same time, the air was surging and spreading in all directions, forming a storm that pushed the two of them backwards.

Han Feng was hit by the huge impact behind him, and even the purple light of the protective body shook for a while, but because of this, his speed skyrocketed, and he rushed forward. On the other hand, that person was hindered, his speed dropped slightly, and Han Feng once again seized the opportunity to change to a new Wind Wing Talisman and keep moving forward at a top speed.

The man blocked with a horizontal sword, blocking the monstrous waves, his face was extremely cold, and he continued to pursue with a murderous awe.

The two of them flew more than a thousand miles one after the other, and unknowingly flew more than a thousand miles, along the way, Han Feng used the technique of a large fireball from time to time, shaking the distance between each other, exploding in the sky, attracting the attention of many monks, but seeing the aura released by the two of them, none of them dared to provoke.

"Isn't that person the White Sword Peak of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect?" someone muttered.

"Yes, it is reported that Bai Jianfeng has cultivated the Ten Thousand Swords Technique to the realm of One Hundred Swords, and ordinary Guiyuan Realm cultivators are not his opponents, even in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect where elites gather, at the level of the Qi Reservoir Realm, he is also one of the few figures!" someone echoed in a low voice.

"Haha, what is this, Duan Qiu of the Feather Immortal Sect last year had killed a monk from the Returning Yuan Realm during an adventure!" someone said disapprovingly.

"Hmph, what do you know, Duan Qiu killed an unlucky guy who was seriously injured, otherwise with his strength, even if he used the six-rank talisman, it would be impossible to succeed in killing. The monks of the Guiyuan Realm are already qualitatively different from those of us Qi Reservoir Realm cultivators, and it is not for an extreme person like Duan Qiu to be able to kill them!" the monk who praised Bai Jian Peak just now was categorical and snorted coldly.

"Who is that guy flying in front of you, how did you provoke this evil star of Bai Jian Peak!" someone looked at Han Feng and shook his head slightly.

"Hehe, the ghost knows who it is, it is estimated that he is also a son of a big family, most of them think that if they have a large number of talismans to defend themselves, they can provoke each other without knowing the height of the sky and the earth, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead. Someone sneered.

These kinds of words came out of the jungle from time to time, and Han Feng kept his soul power out at all times, although the speed was fast, it did not prevent him from catching these words, and his face became more solemn. But he ignored the monks, and swept away.

But this Bai Jianfeng of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect had a cold face, and snorted heavily: "Noise!"

As he spoke, he waved his left hand lightly, and a large piece of sword light flew down, dozens of them, and there were several monks in the jungle below who were secretly criticizing him, and the blood was splashed on the spot, some people couldn't hide, and they were screaming, and some people were seriously injured, and they dared to be angry and scattered.

His murderous aura was so terrifying that the monks who were paying attention to him from near and far immediately shut up and hurriedly dispersed. Han Feng's face also changed slightly, knowing in his heart that this was done by the other party for himself, his eyes rolled, and he immediately shouted: "Your Excellency is so strong, but is your mind a little too narrow-minded, they just criticize a few words harmlessly, why bother to make such a heavy hand, you are not afraid of causing public anger, don't think that if you have a little swordsmanship, you can fly and dominate, and underestimate the heroes of the world!"

After a while, there was still a place to escape, and no half figure came out to besiege Bai Jian Peak, which made Han Feng look a little embarrassed, the reason why he spoke loudly was to arouse the anger of the onlookers, but he didn't think that they all became shrunken turtles, and no one dared to argue with Bai Jian Peak.

"Boy, don't be clever, my reputation is killed, how dare they come forward! I advise you to surrender early, for the sake of your strength, I can spare your life! But you have to hand over all the big medicine and cut off your own arm!" Bai Jianfeng sneered.

When Han Feng heard this, his face was extremely angry, let alone cutting off his arm, it was impossible to hand over any big medicine. He groaned for a while, suddenly snorted, and mocked to his heart's content: "Little white face, you just daydream, if you have the ability, catch up with me, and when I am in a good mood, I will reward you with a loud fart, haha!"

Bai Jianfeng's face turned blue with anger, he has always had red lips and white teeth, and his appearance is extremely handsome, he prefers to look like a girl, and his surname is Bai, the most taboo thing is to be said that he is a little white face, which is simply a great shame and will make him completely crazy.

"You are looking for death!" Bai Jianfeng was full of coldness, and his killing intent was even stronger, after gritting his teeth and saying this, the big sword in his right hand suddenly disappeared, and he put his hands together, quickly pinched the trick, and the sword soared, and a hundred big sword phantoms appeared behind him, gathering together, like a mountain peak, overwhelming all directions.

Rumble!

The Hundred Sword Phantom slashed backwards, setting off a monstrous momentum, and at the same time, his speed increased a lot, and the distance between him and Han Feng suddenly narrowed by dozens of zhang, and the distance was only about two hundred zhang.

Han Feng always paid attention to his actions, and when he had just sacrificed the phantom of the Hundred Dao Great Sword, Han Feng pinched his hands and shot out a big fireball, rushing towards him, and happened to collide with him, but unfortunately this time there was no earth-shattering explosion, and it didn't hinder him.

Bai Jianfeng pushed forward with both hands, and the phantom of the Hundred Great Sword behind him instantly reversed its direction and slashed forward, like a mountain toppling, before the big fireball could explode, it was crushed into pieces, and the red flames scattered in all directions, quickly disappearing into the vast sword qi, as if it had never appeared.

At this moment, Han Feng's brows suddenly furrowed, he noticed the abnormal fluctuations of the wings behind him, and immediately took out the last wind system five-grade talisman, the wind talisman, and was about to be about to urge it to open, when Bai Jianfeng rushed over, more than a hundred zhang away, he raised his hands high, and the phantom of the hundred great swords descended in an instant, densely covering the sky behind him, and the sword qi crisscrossed him, and it was about to drown him.

Han Feng was in a hurry, without saying a word, he instantly put away the wind transformation talisman, pinched the trick with both hands quickly, recited the spell in his mouth, and a large fireball condensed in the void above his head in a blink of an eye, but did not fly out, but continued to compress, and after another breath, it turned into a pure black fire mark, and rushed out, just colliding with the peaks of the rumbling and falling swords.