The void was distorted, the brilliance flowed, the sky was full of ghostly energy, and a huge palm like a town covered the sky and the sun, rumbling down.

After Han Feng mobilized all the innate qi and poured it into the Deception Fist, he emitted a dazzling light, rolled up the power of the fist that soared into the sky, and continued to climb, overcoming the obstacles of the heavy ghost qi and dark energy, and fiercely attacked the gray-clothed old monster's Netherworld Palm.

"Boom ......"

The whole sky was covered with dazzling light, and the energy was pervasive, bringing up a cloud road, rushing out of the light cluster, stained with brilliant light, colorful, and beautiful.

Han Feng was under great pressure, even with the protection of the blood-colored giant tiger, his body was swaying, and he had no time to take care of these beautiful scenery, his hands and ten fingers were linked, pinching the magic trick, the black light on the top of his head was shining, and the flames were swirling, and it had been reduced to six inches in size, but the compression of the last inch obviously took a lot of time.

However, the gray-clothed old monster didn't give him half time, and as soon as he saw Han Feng pinching the magic technique, he immediately swooped down, covering the entire sky with a giant ghost shadow the size of a thousand zhang, passing over the light that had not yet dissipated, and devouring towards Han Feng.

Han Feng sighed secretly in his heart, and was about to stop the pinch of the magic trick, and when he fled from here, a sword light in the distance suddenly came in from the oblique stab, and the snow-white lotus flower appeared all over the sky, stabbing fiercely on the giant ghost, and burst out with a roaring sound, breaking through hundreds of zhang in one fell swoop, stirring up a cloud of ghost qi, and approaching the body of the gray-clothed old monster.

The gray-clothed old monster's face changed greatly, and he had to turn around to resist this extremely brilliant sword light, only to see that between raising his hand, he slapped a palm again, and it was a netherworld palm, and the ghost qi condensed, turning into a giant palm the size of a hundred zhang, like a high wall blocking this sword!

Seeing the opportunity, Han Feng immediately stabilized the magic trick in his hand, the black fire mark above his head did not dissipate, and after a slight flicker, he continued to compress inward, gradually emitting a black light, and his momentum soared by a few times.

The gray-clothed old monster was furious, waved his palm repeatedly, and a large handprint of more than 100 zhang in size appeared out of thin air, swatting away the snow-white lotus flowers that were constantly derived from the void.

In the distance, a figure flashed out, it was Murong Xue dressed in white, at this moment she stood with a horizontal sword, and a light sword only a few inches in size appeared from the center of her eyebrows, small and exquisite, but extremely brilliant, setting off a monstrous sword intent, the void gave birth to white lotus, and in the blink of an eye, there were thousands of flowers, rushing towards the gray-clothed old monster one after another, so that he had to take it seriously, and he would not be able to get close to Han Feng for a while.

However, after all, he was a powerhouse who was infinitely close to the Yu Dan Realm, even in the face of Murong Xue's fierce attack, he still divided some of his energy, and with a flick of his long sleeves, a large area of ghost qi swept towards Han Feng.

This piece of ghost qi condensed into a huge grimace in an instant, the size of two or three hundred zhang, and the faint ghost cries came and went, endlessly, but when you listen carefully, it is completely non-existent, like an illusion.

This giant grimace quickly floated over, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Han Feng, opened its big mouth and devoured him.

Han Feng's figure retreated one after another, the black fire mark above his head condensed and did not disperse, and the black light emitted became more and more intense, and at this moment, it turned into an ellipsoid, showing its supreme state, flashing out, directly meeting this giant grimace.

The ellipsoidal body was surrounded by black light, shining, and imposing, and it swept away the giant grimace with a single shot, but its body was undamaged, and continued to attack the gray-clothed old monster.

The gray-clothed old monster was attacked on both sides, his face changed slightly, his hands came out, he clapped several palms in a row, and a large handprint flew out, and the ghostly qi rolled, blocking the ellipsoid and the snow-white lotus flower in the sky, roaring continuously, bursting into a terrifying storm, sweeping the entire world.

The snow-white lotus was disillusioned, unable to approach the body of the gray-clothed old monster, but the ellipsoid was unstoppable, invincible, all the ghost qi was dissolved by its black light, and it directly penetrated through the big mudras, as if these big mudras did not exist, it did not have the slightest loss of itself.

The gray-clothed old monster hurriedly stretched out his right hand, bent his fingers a little, and a drop of green light like liquid seeped out, flying out in an instant, enveloping the sky with ghostly qi condensed into a ghostly palm, the cold was pressing, and the void writhed for it, scattering light, attacking the ellipsoid.

There was no imaginary loud sound, only a crackling sound, and the thick ghostly aura and the black light of the ellipsoid collided violently, canceling each other out, and finally the entire ellipsoid collapsed and dissipated, and this Netherworld Palm also disappeared without a trace.

For some reason, after using two drops of green light in a row, the giant ghost behind the gray-clothed old monster seemed to fade a little, and he himself became more old, as if he had consumed a lot of vitality.

Han Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, he immediately rushed forward, invoked the innate qi that had just been bred in his body, and blasted over with another trick of the Heavenly Fist.

The white light shone brightly, the power of the fist soared into the sky, and the fist intent was infinite, and it attacked the gray-clothed old monster in one go.

This blow was almost no less than the blow of the cultivator of the Yudan Realm, and the void was also distorted, carrying rolling power, as if it was slowly and hurriedly going to the area where the gray-clothed old monster was, breaking through his layers of defenses, and it was about to hit his body.

"Good boy, you forced me to this point, give me death!" The gray-clothed old monster was furious, and the ghost behind him suddenly shrank to the size of a hundred zhang, and immediately broke out of his body, directly meeting Han Feng's Deception Fist.

"Bang ......"

The fist intent in the sky dissipated, and the ghost shadow disappeared with the wind.

At this moment, Murong Xue suddenly merged with her sword and turned into an extremely dazzling rainbow light, instantly crossing a distance of more than a thousand zhang, rushing to the gray-clothed old monster, and was about to drown it.

However, the gray-clothed old monster laughed, his body suddenly rose, and he disappeared in place in an instant, just as fast as lightning, dodging Murong Xue's attack.

His laughter was still floating in the air, and in the next moment, he appeared nearly three thousand zhang away, and in another flash, he suddenly came to Han Feng's face, and the blood-colored giant tiger was a palm print!

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and before Han Feng could react, he was knocked away, and the entire blood-colored giant tiger was violently shaken, and then it shattered, revealing Han Feng's body full of scars.

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't dare to stop, and instinctively moved hundreds of feet sideways, which could be staggered by another attack from the gray-clothed old monster.

The light at the center of his eyebrows flickered, and thousands of wisps of soul power seeped out, covering a radius of thousands of feet, but he could only see the blurred figure of the gray-clothed old monster, flickering and disappearing, extremely mysterious, no one knew where this person would appear and give himself a fatal blow.

Han Feng had never seen a monk with such a speed, maybe he could have it, he held his breath, and didn't dare to relax for a moment, for fear that if he was not careful, his head would fall to the ground.