The sword is like a mountain, and the power is monstrous!

In an instant, this broken sword light slammed into the past, weighing as much as tens of millions of catties, and slammed into the ghostly palm of the gray-clothed old monster, suddenly setting off a burst of violent sounds, roaring, surging and sweeping in all directions.

A large area of the Gobi below appeared cracks, and immediately collapsed, and in the dust, one sinkhole after another appeared, exceeding the size of a hundred zhang!

Murong Xue was fortunately under the protection of Han Feng and was not affected by the slightest wind and waves, but in order to relieve Han Feng's pressure, she still breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved away.

She is an extremely intelligent person, she naturally knows that this choice is the best, with her current state, doing anything superfluous is fake, only by retreating first, recuperating from her injuries as soon as possible, and recovering her past combat strength, can she help Han Feng.

At this moment, three more figures suddenly flew in the distance, it was Ling Fen, Long Min and Necromantic Flower.

"Sister Murong, are you okay?!" Ling Fen's face was anxious, she sped down to Murong Xue's side, and asked with a handful of hands.

Murong Xue shook her head slightly, did not speak, but looked at the Necromantic Flower, who was also dressed in white, her eyes flashing.

"Oh, she's Han Feng's demon pet, Necromantic Flower!" Ling Fen saw Murong Xue's doubts, and hurriedly pointed to the Necromantic Flower and said.

Ling Fen paused, then pointed at Long Min and said, "This is my senior sister, Long Min!"

Murong Xue nodded to Necromantic Flower and Long Min, and it could be regarded as a greeting.

"Boom !!"

At this moment, there was a violent loud bang in the sky, and the wind was raging and whirring.

The void was distorted, as if it could not withstand the force of such a level of explosion, and it was about to be torn apart, constantly refracting the astigmatism, colorful, and extremely gorgeous.

In the end, the void was still unbreakable and survived, and the wind and waves in the sky gradually calmed down, revealing the giant ghosts of the blood-colored giant tiger and the gray-clothed old monster that Han Feng had externalized.

At this moment, Han Feng's expression was tired, and the blood tiger outside his body had become a little dim, but he still blocked the gray-clothed old monster's Nether Palm after all.

The gray-clothed old monster hit the Nether Palm several times in a row, and his aura couldn't help but drop slightly, obviously that palm technique also consumed his energy extremely much.

"Good boy, if you keep fighting, you will definitely die, why bother, it's up to you to make a deal with this seat!" said the gray-clothed old monster suddenly.

"Hey, can I still make a deal with you, the devil?!" Han Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, don't be in a hurry to veto, this seat hasn't finished yet!" the gray-clothed old monster snorted coldly, and then said: "This seat can let you go, but you have to tell this seat how to escape from this world!"

"This condition is not too much!" he saw that Han Feng was silent, and suddenly added.

"Naturally, there is a way, but I'm afraid you won't dare to agree!" Han Feng's eyes flashed and he said lightly.

"Oh, let's hear it!" said the gray-clothed old monster silently and calmly.

"It's very simple, take me as the master, and I'll take you out!" Han Feng said.

The gray-clothed old monster was stunned when he heard this, and then suddenly burst out laughing, as if he was listening to something fantastical, and felt extremely ridiculous.

"You are so bold, do you know who this seat is?, dare to let this seat recognize you as the master?!" the gray-clothed old monster smiled and shouted sharply.

"I want to hear more about it, who are you?!" Han Feng clasped his hands to his chest, smiled slightly, and asked disapprerovingly.

"You are not qualified to know!" The gray-clothed old monster snorted coldly, and suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped a palm, the void shook, the ghost qi condensed, and a large handprint of hundreds of zhang size appeared out of thin air, suppressing Han Feng with the momentum of covering the sky.

The wind and clouds suddenly change, and the air waves are monstrous!

Han Feng's face did not change, he raised his hand and clenched his fist, and hit the Deception Fist again, and then threw out a large black fire mark, attacking the opponent's Nether Palm repeatedly, and it broke out with a rumbling sound, roaring non-stop, and it lasted for a long time.

Murong Xue and the others felt suffocated when they saw this scene, they really didn't know what kind of huge pressure Han Feng was under in it.

"We have to go and help him!" Murong Xue said suddenly.

"But our strength is weak, can we help?" Ling Fen asked in surprise.

Long Min and Necromantic Flower also looked at each other, obviously feeling that they couldn't help, Long Min even said: "I'm afraid that if we go over, we will become a burden to him, let's hurry up and withdraw first!"

In fact, Long Min was also worried that in the battle, Han Feng deliberately deceived her and took the opportunity to trap her, which would be a big trouble, and she didn't have the confidence to be able to resist the gray-clothed old monster's Nether Palm.

"Do you still have Zhenyuan Dan?" Murong Xue pondered for a while, looked at Ling Fen, and suddenly asked.

"Ah, Sister Murong, don't you still think about forcibly suppressing your injuries and going to fight again, right?

"Are you seriously injured?" Before Murong Xue could speak, the necromancer suddenly turned her head to look at her and asked with a puzzled face.

"Sister Murong was hit by the ghostly palm of the gray-clothed old monster, and the residual ghost qi in her body could not be removed, so she could only use Zhenyuan Dan to suppress the growth of ghost qi!" Ling Fen preemptively said.

"Ghost?" Necromancer smiled and said, "I like to eat!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, could it be that you have been able to save Sister Murong?" Ling Fen glared.

"I don't know, but I'll find out if I try!" Necromancer looked at Murong Xue with eyes as deep as a pool of water, as if asking for her opinion.

"Yes!" Murong Xue didn't hesitate at all, and immediately nodded.

"Sister Murong, she's a demon, it's better to be careful!" Ling Fen suddenly sent a message to Murong Xue, reminding her.

Murong Xue was unmoved, looked at the Necromantic Flower calmly, and said, "Let's start, if it's a little later, it is estimated that Han Feng will not be able to hold on, and then everyone will only die together!"

When Ling Fen and Long Min heard this, they could only be silent.

"Okay!" Necromantic Flower walked to Murong Xue's side, stretched out her hand and put it on her shoulder, silently releasing her own breath to seep into her body, carefully examining it, frowning from time to time.

Murong Xue's expression was calm, allowing her aura to lurk in, completely letting go of the defenses in her body, making it easy for her to investigate.

"What's wrong?" Ling Fen couldn't help but ask anxiously as she looked at the Necromantic Flower's expression.

Necromantic Flower didn't answer, still carefully checking the situation in Murong Xue's body, her expression focused.

Ling Fen wanted to say something, but was stopped by Long Min and booed, stopping her from continuing to disturb the Necromantic Flower.

After more than ten breaths, Murong Xue's face suddenly turned black, and traces of black blood began to flow from the corners of her mouth, like ghostly poisonous hair, and her appearance was terrifying and uneasy.

But the Necromantic Flower's eyes lit up, and when she opened her mouth to inhale, the black qi on Murong Xue's face seeped out from the gaps in her facial features, turning into wisps of air and all merging into her mouth, making her overjoyed, revealing a satisfied expression.