Han Feng stood still, steady, and spied on the jasper centipede in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I saw that it was devouring a big snake with a black body at this time, its sharp teeth were like knives, clicking, constantly cutting the snake flesh, and the four smart fangs moved up and down, constantly sending those fragments of snake meat into its mouth, its mouth seemed to have more teeth, swallowed quickly, and in less than ten breaths, it swallowed all the skin and flesh of this large snake several feet into its stomach, leaving only a long bone, not even a trace of meat foam left.

It was still unfinished, the green light flashed in its eyes, and just as it was about to continue to leave, a golden and entangled light flew out, scattered like a light net, wrapped in it, no matter how it impacted, it was useless, it was dragged back by this light net, and disappeared into the mist.

Han Feng revealed, the golden light flashed at the center of his eyebrows, and the jasper centipede shrank rapidly, submerged into his forehead, and disappeared.

Han Feng touched his forehead, which had recovered as before, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Hey, why did you snatch it away all of a sudden?" he sighed secretly, slandering the domineering nature of the remnant talisman.

But he had no choice but to adjust his mood and continue to walk north.

Time flies, and soon more than half an hour has passed, Han Feng walked forward for nearly a hundred miles, and the front became clear, and with a sweep of his soul power, he could also reach out to a range of dozens of zhang, as if he was about to leave this misty area.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rustling behind him, which was very dense, as if a large group of people were running.

Han Feng's eyes flashed slightly, and he hurriedly jumped to a big tree on the side, and with the help of branches and leaves, he took out eight flags, which were suspended in the air and arranged around him, and his true qi dispersed, urging these flags that could shield his soul power and breath, and a strange light swept by, enveloping him firmly, and it was difficult for even a monk in the Returning Yuan Realm to detect his existence.

After a while, a large group of strange beasts rushed out from behind, including green wolves, red leopards, purple tigers, and even a colorful lizard with four horns.

They hurried one by one, their eyebrows were full of anxiety, and their speed was very fast, and after a short while, several green wolves at the head ran under the big tree where Han Feng was, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Han Feng silently watched them leave, his heart was full of surprise, and he secretly thought, "Could it be that something happened inside?"

"It can't be the multicolored sword cloud tree that has transformed into a car, right?" He suddenly remembered this, his face changed greatly, and he immediately jumped off the tree, away from this group of strange beasts, and ran in another direction.

Just as he had just walked out of a hundred zhang away, there was a sudden burst of terrible roars from the direction where the beasts had fled just now.

Han Feng was so shocked that he didn't dare to stay, and with an idea, he no longer ran out, but fled back into the fog.

Now that the beasts have escaped from inside, the transformed multicolored sword cloud tree will definitely follow out, and the depths of the mist will be a safe place at this moment.

After a short while, he cautiously returned to the mist, and when his soul power was released, it could only cover a range of more than ten zhang, and it was quiet in all directions, without the slightest sound.

"Let's ......"

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came to his ears very clearly.

In the next instant, a crimson sword bolt tore through the mist and rushed towards Han Feng like a wave.

The moment Han Feng heard the sound, he took out the broken sword, agitated his true qi, turned back, and a sword slashed out, and a white sword shot out, colliding with this sword like a lightning speed.

The two collided as if they were in real objects, making a sharp sound of "bang", and they were annihilated together, turning into a few wisps of green smoke and disappearing without a trace.

Han Feng stood still, his broken sword clenched in his hand, ready to launch the next blow.

At this moment, a figure walked out of the fog, although it was still in the mist, it had already stepped into the scope of Han Feng's soul power, and he could see it clearly.

"Mo Li?!" Han Feng exclaimed.

"No, you're the Colorful Sword Cloud Tree, right? I didn't expect you to invade Mo Li's body!" Han Feng suddenly woke up and looked at the exposed part of his chest, which was snow-white and traceless, but faintly flashing with multicolored light.

Mo Li, who was taken away by the colorful sword cloud tree, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to make a sound, but after trying hard for a while, he couldn't speak, so he was no longer reckless, and raised his hand to slash towards Han Feng, the colorful light flashed out, condensed into a colorful sword light, and with a sharp sound, it instantly passed through the fog, and came to Han Feng like lightning.

Han Feng was always vigilant, and as soon as Fang saw him move his arm slightly, Han Feng had already moved several feet sideways, dodging his attack.

It was just that in the next moment, the multicolored sword cloud tree raised his hand and slashed repeatedly, pouring out a series of multicolored sword lights, sealing all of Han Feng's retreats.

Han Feng snorted coldly, pinched the fist print with both hands, and danced like a wheel, immediately striking out a large white light fist shadow like a stormy wave, roaring in front of him, and violently colliding with the multicolored sword light from the opponent's attack, roaring like thunder.

The two of them let go of the battle of hands and feet, and their bodies flashed, sometimes sweeping ten feet, sometimes advancing several feet, and one after another erupted into terrifying impacts, earth-shattering.

For a while, the air waves flew away, and the strength was one by one, forming a whirlpool, which impacted the fog that filled the surroundings, and it became empty in all directions, and large trees collapsed, sawdust splashed, and dust flew around.

If it weren't for the evacuation of most of the insects and beasts here, it would be difficult for most of the creatures to survive, and it would have caused a catastrophe and there would be no place to bury.

After dozens of breaths, Han Feng flashed out, his body was shrouded in purple and white light, the heat was steaming, and beads of sweat poured out from his forehead, falling dripping down, obviously a huge consumption.

The multicolored sword cloud tree suddenly appeared from Han Feng's left side, his right hand became a claw, and the five-colored light condensed between the five fingers, grabbing towards his head fiercely.

The corner of Han Feng's eyes jumped, and he didn't know when a broken sword appeared out of thin air in his left hand, and the white sword light was contained but not released, and he slashed away immediately.

The multicolored sword cloud tree seemed to have no fear, and the five-colored light in his right hand skyrocketed, condensing into a ball of light in an instant, directly meeting Han Feng's broken sword.

Han Feng's eyes flashed, and the true qi in his body poured into the broken sword like a tide, and the white light suddenly became intense, and as soon as he made contact, he broke through the five-colored light ball, and then the broken sword body cut open the right hand of the colorful sword Yunshu, and with a click, his entire wrist was cut off, and the incision was extremely smooth, like a mirror, but there was no blood.