"Boom!"

The thunder and lightning here were several times more powerful than the edge area, and as soon as Han Feng approached the purple red spirit flower, a thunderbolt with the thickness of his tail finger slashed down, like a blade of heavenly punishment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In an instant, the white light of his protective body was penetrated, and the thunder and lightning turbulence quickly rushed into his body, washing his limbs and hundreds of remains, under the operation of the alchemy vajra, this time it had an effect again, wisps of special spiritual power derived from him, and the white light on his face slowly climbed upward, although it was slow, but after all, it was advancing.

On the other hand, the thirteenth meridian deep in his body was also wriggling, continuing to open up in an unknown direction.

In the next moment, thunder flashed in the gloomy sky, and in the blink of an eye, another lightning bolt struck.

This thunderbolt was as thick as an inch, and it had increased more than ten times, and I don't know if it was this formation that had a spirit and deliberately lowered such an amazing thunderbolt to punish Han Feng, or if he was unlucky and encountered such an accident by chance.

Han Feng felt the coercion and didn't dare to make a hard connection, but he also knew that it was too late to dodge, so he immediately took out the broken sword, injected true qi, and stretched out the thick curtain of sword light in an attempt to weaken the power in it.

It's a pity that the thunder and lightning are incomparably powerful, and in an instant, it penetrates the defense of the broken sword and hits him hard, breaking through his protective light again, and the thunder and lightning spread like flowing water, and a large number of fragments seep into his body.

Han Feng felt a tingling sensation for the first time, and then his whole body was stinging, like a thousand knives, and the pain entered his heart.

"Ah......h

Rao was his patience, and he couldn't help shouting, and a series of cold sweats instantly broke out on his forehead, the size of soybeans, dripping to the ground.

While his mind was still clear, he gritted his teeth and jumped out of this minefield.

But at this moment, a burst of thunder suddenly flashed in the sky, and several thunderbolts flashed out at the same time, chasing after Han Feng in unison, with such a fast speed that when he was almost about to escape from the fog area, it hit his body, leaving a few black marks in front of his chest.

With a muffled "bang", he rolled out and fell heavily on the gravel ground, motionless, and did not see him get up for a long time.

After thirty or forty breaths, he slowly sat up, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood, stood diagonally on his upper body, bared his teeth, and reached out to caress the scorched marks on his chest, he opened the torn clothes and took a closer look, only to see that the white and shiny skin surface left four interlaced red spots, even if four thunderbolts attacked at the same time, they could not break through his flesh. Moreover, the red spots are slowly fading, apparently recovering on their own.

Han Feng was shocked, and felt more and more that his physical body was strong, and he couldn't help but have greater expectations for the Spirit Alchemy Vajra Technique.

He took a deep breath, simply sat down cross-legged to heal his wounds, and was about to take out the healing pill to take it, when a group of people suddenly appeared in the distance within the scope of his soul power.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, but he didn't dodge, and continued to take out three pale yellow pills from his arms and swallowed them, silently recovering from the dark wounds in his body.

"Haha, Han Feng, your kid is really here, and it was not in vain that Young Master Ben chased him all the way!"

After a while, with a burst of laughter, three people appeared hundreds of feet away, seeing that their clothes were all disciples of the Sanye Sect, one of them had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance was handsome and extraordinary, but his lips as thin as pieces of paper looked a little mean.

This person is Situ Changqing!

Listening to what he said, he seemed to have been searching for Han Feng's traces all along. As for him being able to find this place accurately, he must have left a secret mark on Han Feng's body when he was in the outside world before, after all, he was a child of a big family, and some methods were naturally beyond the reach of ordinary disciples.

With such scheming, it can be seen that this Situ Changqing is not an ordinary person, and he probably had the intention of dealing with Han Feng early on. This time, he did not hesitate to waste the time competing for the opportunity, and he also had to travel a long way to chase and kill Han Feng, how strong his hatred was.

"I said, if you dare to enter the Grand Canyon of Death, I won't spare you, since you want to seek death, then I can fulfill you!" Situ Changqing's face was full of confidence, looking at the torn clothes on Han Feng's chest, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a sneer, and he looked even more unscrupulous.

"However, for the sake of you and me, I can still give you another chance, as long as you follow me in the future and serve me as the master, I will not blame you for all your past sins!" Situ Changqing suddenly changed his words and said slowly.

Han Feng's expression was as calm as water, he couldn't see any expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, he just glanced at Situ Changqing slightly, then withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

"Senior Brother Han, you won't be stupid, Senior Brother Situ is asking you, I advise you to agree quickly, lest you die and be lost for life!" a monk on Situ Changqing's left immediately shouted.

Han Feng swept over this person with cold eyes, his eyes were like lightning, and he immediately stopped him, not daring to say another word.

"Pretending to be a ghost, it's not a pity to die!" Another monk on Situ Changqing's right side immediately grabbed the conversation and scolded, and was about to continue to say something, but saw Han Feng stand up, holding the broken sword and slashing out a snow-bright sword light, straight to his neck.

He was so shocked that he was about to raise his sword to block, but Situ Changqing swung his sword earlier to block Han Feng's attack.

Situ Changqing's body moved slightly, but he was unscathed, and he successfully stopped the blow with a calm demeanor.

"Hmph, since you are bent on death, then don't blame me for being reckless!" Situ Changqing held a sword in his hand, and suddenly burst out with an amazing momentum, the sword light was like a tide, up and down.

"Boom......"

Suddenly, a large area of sword light poured out like the water of a river, rushing towards Han Feng like a wolf and a tiger.

Han Feng's pupils shrank, Situ Changqing's sword was not simple, it was no less powerful than the broken sword in his hand, and with a random blow, it was comparable to the power of a strong man in the early stage of Guiyuan.

No wonder this guy is so confident and says big things repeatedly!

Han Feng's mind was racing, but the broken sword in his hand did not stop at all, and with a slight movement, a wave of sword light more than one person high also erupted, and in the blink of an eye, it went dozens of zhang away, colliding with the opponent's sword, roaring, and it took a while before both of them dissipated.

They fought with each other!

"Hehe, there are some doorways, no wonder you are so calm!" Situ Changqing laughed, paused, and then said: "But this is good, if you are too weak, killing you is like slaughtering a chicken, what's the fun!"

As soon as his words fell, the long sword in his hand was raised again, and it slammed forward, and a wisp of sword light as thin as a needle and thread flew out, as fast as lightning, and in an instant, it went to Han Feng, less than three feet away from his body.