At Han Feng's level, after breaking through the limit, relying on their own strength, it is generally difficult to surpass the speed of sound too much, and the speed of most extreme people is stable at the level of one hundred and twenty or thirty zhang per breath. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This person can fully surpass thirty percent, which shows that his sword art has reached another limit, after all, a person like Murong Xue and other realms, even if he uses the technique of combining human and sword, he can only surpass twenty percent.

In just a short while, the distance between this person and Han Feng was shortened to four or five hundred zhang, and he saw that he could catch up with Han Feng and launch an attack in less than ten breaths.

Han Feng had never seen a person in the same realm who could have such attainments in speed, he was a little nervous in his heart, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he took out a five-grade talisman wind wing talisman from Duan Qiu's storage ring for the first time, and after urging it, two wind wings were born behind him, like the wings of a great peng, once it was fanned, his body flew out wildly, and there was no shadow in an instant, almost reaching the level of two hundred zhang in one breath, and he was a little faster than the other party, and gradually opened the distance.

The man behind him was annoyed, stretched out his hand and wiped it between his fingers, the cyan rune light brightened, and he also took out a five-grade talisman, but it was not a wind wing talisman, but another wind talisman, called the wind talisman, and the speed was even faster, so after he unleashed it, he was suddenly wrapped in a group of blue light, and he went away like the wind, and narrowed the distance between him and Han Feng again.

After more than ten breaths, Han Feng's soul power swept back, and found that the other party appeared in the range of his soul power again, and his heart was slightly anxious, but he had no choice but to continue to fan the two wind wings patiently and fly wildly.

Before I knew it, time flickered, and another thirty or forty breaths passed.

Han Feng finally came to the center of the lake, nearly a thousand feet away, and through his soul power, he could clearly see that the rhizome of the colorful mist lotus was still floating on the water, flashing with a faint colorful light from time to time, which was beautiful and not like a thing in the world.

Han Feng was secretly happy, stabilized his mind, and quickly crossed five or six hundred zhang, before he controlled the wind wings behind him to close up, and the speed dropped sharply, and at the moment when he was close to the rhizome of the Colorful Fog Lotus, he reached out and grabbed the rhizome with the thick thumb in the center of the Colorful Fog Lotus in his hand, and lifted it, and the entire root system was also lifted, and with a flash of Qinghui, he put it into an independent space storage bag, and then he suddenly fanned the wind wings, turned into an afterimage, and left quickly.

At this moment, the man flew here, and when he saw Han Feng picking up something from a distance of hundreds of feet, he quickly moved away, the anger on his face was even stronger, he made a decision with one hand, and the sword light on his body was even stronger, and the cyan light of the wind talisman on his body was faster, and he couldn't stop chasing after him.

Han Feng didn't expect the other party to be able to speed up like this, at this moment, he was already less than three hundred zhang away from him, and he believed that he would be able to completely catch up with him without ten breaths.

His eyes rolled, his hands pinched, and he chanted a spell in his mouth, a large piece of fire attribute aura frantically gathered above his head, and a ten-zhang red fireball condensed almost instantly, he pushed it backhand, and the crimson fireball shot straight out of the back, and in an instant, it flew out of a distance of more than 100 zhang, with a loud bang, it exploded violently, the red flames rolled, and the violent wind spread out, setting off monstrous waves, affecting a range of hundreds of zhang.

Han Feng was affected, and his speed increased instead of decreasing, and he fled as fast as possible.

On the other hand, the person behind him was hit head-on, although he was extremely sharp with his sword, riding the wind and waves, tearing everything, and speeding rapidly, his speed was still a little slower, and he was pulled away by Han Feng a little distance.

In this way, Han Feng concocted the same method, whenever the other party approached his range of about three hundred zhang, he used this trick, and it always worked, making the other party angry and angry, and the fire in his eyes was extremely fierce, if his eyes could kill, I am afraid he would die thousands of times.

After a few moments, they came to the mountain peak across the lake, and crossed the col in an instant.

Han Feng entered the spiritual power storm area first, and his speed plummeted, at first it was still more than ten zhang a breath, and it didn't take long for it to be only a few feet per breath.

However, after the person behind him entered this area, he was also struggling, almost maintaining the same speed as Han Feng, even if it was a little faster, it was difficult to close the distance between them in a short period of time.

The rune light of the five-grade rune on each of them was consumed quickly, and after twenty or thirty breaths, they invariably replaced it with a new five-grade rune.

Time flies, dozens of breaths have passed in the blink of an eye, Han Feng finally rushed out of the spiritual power storm area, without saying a word, flapping the wind wings behind him, the speed increased dramatically in the storm and snow, and after a short time, he flew out of the slope snow and rushed into the sky above the dense forest, and disappeared into the sky with a few flashes.

Of course, the man behind him was just as swift, almost following him into the air, in hot pursuit.

Han Feng's soul power swept backwards, and found that the other party was constantly approaching him, and at this moment, he was only more than two hundred zhang away from him, and he exuded a scorching cyan sword light, enveloping a radius of twenty or thirty zhang, and the power was unmatched for a while.

Han Feng put his hands together again, his ten fingers moved, and one after another the seals leaped up, gathered above his head, the aura in the sky surged, the firelight flashed, and in an instant, it condensed into a ten-zhang red flame fireball in the air, and as soon as his mind moved, the fireball immediately rushed backwards, setting off a rolling heat wave, without exploding, and directly rushed towards the other party who was chasing quickly. From a distance, it looked more like this person took the initiative to rush towards this red flame fireball.

Bang!!!

The explosion sounded, earth-shattering, the fire was overflowing, a sea of fire covered all directions, permeating the range of two or three hundred zhang, fortunately it was more than a hundred zhang high from the forest below, otherwise it would be a devastation.

It was just that in the next moment, in the raging flames, a hundred and ten sword lights flew out, turning rapidly like a compass, tearing apart all the flames and sweeping them away.

The man rushed out in an instant, barely causing much hindrance, but he was also pulled away by Han Feng more than a hundred zhang away, and the distance between them expanded to three or four hundred zhang away.

Han Feng didn't have any joy in his heart, he was secretly bitter, and there were not many wind talismans left in Duan Qiu's storage ring, only two left, one was the wind wing talisman and the other was the wind talisman.

He gritted his teeth and continued to flapped his wings and flew forward, and the electric switch was gone.

The man roared angrily and hurriedly chased after him, the more Han Feng ran for his life, the more he felt that the thing that Han Feng had picked up before was extremely precious, otherwise he would not have used so many five-grade talismans to escape.

In a moment, the two of them flew more than a hundred miles one after the other, and at this moment, the wind wings behind Han Feng gradually dimmed, and it was obvious that his talisman power was about to be exhausted.

The man still maintained his speed, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, his right hand was raised, and the sword light in the sky condensed in his hand, and suddenly turned into a big sword about half a foot wide, five feet long, the green light was shining, and the sword aura was soaring to the sky.