The lightning was extremely fast, and in almost half a blink of an eye, those two lightning bolts slashed at the multi-layered defenses laid by Han Feng, and with a loud bang, his defenses burst one by one. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Han Feng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he still didn't choose to withdraw, he took a deep breath, and the white light on the surface of his body became more and more brilliant, even under this strange mist, it still shone in all directions, as bright as day.

The alchemy vajra technique in his body was urged to the extreme, and the lightning that was wrapped around his body was quickly absorbed by him, and wisps of vigorous vitality grew from inside his body, smoothing out a large number of injuries in his body, and the momentum increased instead of decreasing, the white light completely crossed his brow, expanded to the middle of his forehead, and was obviously accelerating into the top of his head.

But at this moment, three thicker thunderbolts fell from the sky again, close to the thickness of two baby arms, and the energy fluctuated extremely greatly, and the mist shot out, scattered, and rumbled.

Han Feng's soul power always kept blooming, and when he noticed such a change at the first time, his heart tightened, but it was impossible for him to retreat, so he could only go up hard.

In the midst of his thoughts, the broken sword in his hand suddenly came out of his hand, levitating in the air, and stretched out a large thick piece of light, like a giant umbrella above his head.

Three bolts of thunder and lightning poured out, and in an instant, they landed on the light umbrella spread out by the broken sword, and suddenly stirred up a series of fires, and the lightning and stone fire flashed together, shooting in all directions, shooting out the surrounding ground with scorched black traces.

A crisp sound of "pop" suddenly spread, and the light of the broken sword could not resist the power of these thunderbolts after all, and the light umbrella completely shattered, and then returned to nothingness.

The three lightning bolts weakened slightly, and continued to snake down like a giant snake, directly hitting Han Feng's protective white light, and erupted with a loud bang.

Han Feng's body was bent, as if his whole person was under the pressure of three mountains at the same time!

"Ah......h

He screamed, and suddenly stood up straight, although there were green tendons on his hands and neck, but this time he didn't spit out a single bit of blood, his whole body was as blazing as the scorching sun, and the snowy white light filled the eight-zhang radius, absorbing a large amount of lightning that had left the surroundings one after another, transforming into bursts of special spiritual power at an unprecedented speed, refining his body, especially his head!

The white light had already crossed his forehead, squeezing the last area of purple light on the top of his head, and converged towards the Baihui acupoint!

At this last moment, the formation here seems to have a spirit, and the dark clouds above have emerged at some point, covering a radius of more than ten zhang, almost mobilizing the thunder and lightning in a small area, and condensing into nine giant lightning bolts that are three inches thick in a blink of an eye, blazing like nine white flames, and the aura is creaking, flashing bursts of strange light, colorful and colorful.

Han Feng looked at this strange landscape, but he didn't have the slightest mood to appreciate it, but at this moment, there was no other better way, but to accelerate the convergence of the white light on the surface of the body in the Baihui acupoint to complete the Great Perfection!

As soon as this thought flashed through him, nine thunder flames from the sky descended, drowning them with a strange aura of colorful light.

There was no earth-shattering sound, and I don't know if Han Feng had endured it, except for a few occasional sneers, there was no other movement.

I don't know how long it has been, but it seems like a long time, and it seems like a moment.

This strange light suddenly contracted, as if it was swallowed by some huge force, extremely fast, with a light sound of "poof", it became smaller by half, and then completely disappeared in a few breaths, revealing a large pit, and a figure stood quietly at the bottom of the pit, it was Han Feng!

I saw that there was no light on his body, not even a trace of white light and purple light!

At this moment, another thunderbolt the thickness of a baby's arm appeared in the sky, and it fell straight down, hitting Han Feng with his eyes closed!

Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a dazzling brilliance appeared in his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand, and punched out, striking at this thunderbolt fiercely.

There was no fluctuation of the aura, but the air tumbled up, and the invisible force erupted, and in an instant, this thunder and lightning was shattered into pieces, scattered into hundreds of wisps, falling like rain, and flying one after another.

The surface of Han Feng's body was shining with a shiny luster, and all the lightning fragments flowed into his body like a hundred rivers entering the sea, making his eyes look as if he had swallowed delicious food.

However, he didn't stay here any longer, and after jumping out of the big pit, he rushed directly to the nearest spirit flower.

It looks like a chrysanthemum, as big as a face, snow-white, with a transparent light mask on the outside, seemingly shallow, but can be cut by thunder and lightning, and can automatically absorb the scattered electric fragments around, as if using thunder and lightning as nourishment.

Han Feng approached it, without the slightest hesitation, he directly slashed out with a palm, the crystal luster swept by, and the strength was like a knife slashing on its light mask, which immediately aroused brilliant brilliance, but it was fleeting, and he was stunned that he could not break through its defense.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Han Feng swung his palm like a knife, and one attack after another that was enough to smash a small mountain fell on it, but it couldn't break through its light shield.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, this "chrysanthemum" shaped spirit flower suddenly emitted a dazzling brilliance, and a blazing lightning suddenly shot out from the stamen, as small as chopsticks, but extremely intense, wrapped in great power, rushing to Han Feng in an instant.

It's so fast!

Han Feng didn't have time to dodge at all, so he had to subconsciously cross his hands to form a layer of crystal clear light film, which was the size of a few feet, blocking in front of him.

"Boom!"

When the lightning touched the light film it laid down, it made a monstrous noise, and the powerful air waves splashed in all directions, scraping out terrifying gullies on the ground, each of which was several feet wide, spreading out in a scattered direction, extending dozens of zhang away.

Han Feng took three steps back to stabilize his trembling body, and he was about to continue to rush forward, trying to break through the opponent's defense, but at this moment, the opponent once again erupted a more slender bolt of lightning, but the power was more than doubled.

He gritted his teeth and had to avoid the edge for a while, and quickly retreated while punching one after another.

The strength of his fist was like a tide, effectively blocking this slender lightning breath time, allowing him to completely withdraw from the minefield, and walked away, with his whole body out.

After he left, the spirit flower calmed down, no longer spewing terrifying lightning, and continued to absorb the thunder and lightning that fell from the sky.

Han Feng stood between the two boulders, allowing the lightning to slash unscathed. He looked at the spirit flower from afar, and there was some regret, but he also knew that even with his current strength, it would be impossible to successfully pick it.