Han Feng's eyes froze, he waved his fists, and repeatedly struck out two Deception Fists, the power of the fists was like a tide, domineering and infinite, and in an instant, it collided violently with this purple light, and the qi waves surged, and the agitation was unbearable.

After a while, the power of the fist and the purple light dissipated together, and calm was restored in all directions.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a cloud of earth exploded under the swamp, and a figure flew out of it, levitating in the air.

"Who are you?" Han Feng retreated a distance of dozens of feet, his face cold, and said coldly.

This man was a man of outstanding appearance, dressed in a dress painted with a cloud pattern, surrounded by a faint cloud aura, with occasional purple light passing by, and his breath was hidden but not revealed, which made people have to be a little vigilant.

"Liu Bing!" he replied bluntly.

"So it's you?!" Han Feng looked surprised, he didn't expect to meet this ruthless character so soon.

"You know me?" Liu Bing wondered.

"I've heard a little about it, you also received that task?" Han Feng asked rhetorically.

"Of course, I just didn't expect your strength to be so strong, I originally thought that as long as you ambushed here, you could be killed with one move, but the result was obviously not achieved, but it was beyond my expectations. Liu Bing nodded and said lightly.

"How do you know I'm going to pass through here?" Han Feng was secretly vigilant and asked rhetorically.

"You don't need to know that. Liu Bing smiled slightly.

"In that case, then you can die!" Han Feng said domineeringly.

As he spoke, Han Feng struck a Deceptive Fist again, which was so powerful that it covered a range of more than 100 zhang, and in the blink of an eye, it spanned a distance of two or three hundred zhang, submerging it like a sea.

"Your move doesn't work against me!" Liu Bing flicked his wrist, purple light flashed, and dozens of spears and knives instantly appeared, rising in the wind, and each bite flew towards the sea of fist power like a small mountain.

"Bang ......"

There was a loud noise, the air was strong, the swamp collapsed, the sludge splashed everywhere, and then it was annihilated in the riotous air flow, and there was nothing left, and finally a large area of the swamp was completely bulldozed, and the wolf smoke was everywhere, and there was a mighty and mighty atmosphere.

"Your fist is good, but it's a pity that you can't help me, you can taste my palm!" Liu Bing rushed through the huge waves of smoke and dust, raised his hand and stood up, the blue light appeared, and a palm hit the air, the storm rose, the cyan light condensed, and instantly turned into a huge palm print, like a mountain, rumbling down.

Han Feng felt the pressure of the heavenly spirit, and the other party's palm was almost no less powerful than the old ghost ghost ghost palm he encountered in the Death Grand Canyon in previous years, and it also distorted the void and refracted a vast colored light, as if water waves flowing, extremely beautiful.

But Han Feng knew that there was a huge danger hidden in this beauty, and if he was not careful, he would be blown up.

Of course, he would not sit still, this time he did not raise his hand to blast out the Decepticon Fist, but shook his body, and between the blood and light, a blood-colored giant tiger emerged, its front claws were like knives, and it cut into Liu Bing's giant palm.

"Sneer......"

The blazing flames burned brightly, burning the sky into a red color, and the glow was myriad, and the darkness surged.

Han Feng's strength is no longer what it was in previous years, and he doesn't dare to say that he can sweep away the enemies of the ten directions, but if he can't get out, it is already difficult for a monk to be able to suppress him.

What's more, Liu Bing is just a fake Dan person, and his real strength is still a little worse than the old ghost back then, and he can't suppress Han Feng.

Han Feng controlled the blood-colored giant tiger to stride forward, pressing Liu Bing with ten thousand jun strength, causing the giant palm prints he made to begin to crack, light in all directions, and the air flow was disordered.

"Was this guy a prehistoric beast in his previous life? Where did he get this brute force!" Liu Bing was shocked, retreated again and again, and at the same time sacrificed his true Yuan appearance, hanging in the air like a painting, and inside it was a forest of weapons, all kinds of weapons, swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

"Kill!"

Liu Bing shouted violently, and between his hands, the True Yuan Xiang behind him flew over, and thousands of weapons flew out, slashing towards Han Feng.

Han Feng was enveloped by weapons one after another in an instant, and the sharp qi rushed in, forming a fierce friction and collision with his blood-colored glory, and there was a loud bang.

Han Feng's body was running at full strength, the blood light was even stronger, gushing out, all of them merged into the blood-colored giant tiger, not growing but beginning to shrink, but the defense power was multiplying, and thousands of weapons were approaching, and only the sound of soldiers was ringing, unharmed.

But at this moment, a sharp knife suddenly emitted a scorching clear light among the ten thousand soldiers, surpassing the brilliance of all weapons, and in an instant it came to the chest of the blood-colored giant tiger, ignoring its defense, like cutting into tender tofu, directly penetrating, and the sharp power was incomparable.

Han Feng's complexion changed drastically, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly withdrew the form of the blood-colored giant tiger and condensed into a thick ball of blood light, blocking the sharp knife like a shield.

"Hmph, no matter how strong your defense is, you can't resist my magic weapon, Qinghua Blade!" Liu Bing snorted heavily, clenched the seal in his hand, and controlled the sharp knife to continue to pierce into the bloodlight shield laid by Han Feng, bursting out of the brilliant light between each other, dazzling to the extreme.

Han Feng didn't say a word, trying his best to resist this Qinghua blade, the blood light all over his body skyrocketed, and the phantom of the giant tiger behind him appeared, looking up to the sky and letting out a silent roar.

He didn't expect that the other party actually had a magic weapon, and the other party could still urge it!

It must be known that the magic weapon is the natal thing of the old monster, just like the natal artifact of the monk of the Guiyuan Realm, growing together with the monk, there is no special opportunity, let alone surrendering the magic weapon, even if it is close to it, it is difficult, let alone manipulating it to kill the enemy!

"You must be thinking, how could I possibly have a magic weapon?" Liu Bing said with a smile on his face, while controlling the Qinghua Blade to continuously pierce into Han Feng's Bloodlight Shield.

Han Feng ignored his words, and concentrated on mobilizing the blood light to resist the Qinghua Blade, but he still couldn't stop its advance, it was only ten feet away from him, and the clear light it emitted made even him feel cold on his skin, and its sharpness could be seen.

"Anyway, you're going to die, it's okay to tell you, I'm the body of ten thousand soldiers, born to communicate with weapons, this Qinghua blade was found in an ancient cave cellar, it took several days to slowly incorporate it into the body, it's been three years in a blink of an eye, and I was finally able to control it before entering this place, you are the first person to kill after it became my weapon, and dying under its blade is also your blessing, haha!" Liu Bing laughed, trying to make Han Feng angry and give himself a chance.

At this moment, although the Qinghua Blade had already cut deep into Han Feng's Bloodlight Shield, it was also caught in it, and they could only advance but not retreat, holding each other in the air.