The broken sword in Han Feng's hand emitted more and more brilliant light, and it seemed that it would leave the sword in the next moment, becoming a sharp weapon for killing!

When the strong man saw this scene, he felt the more Ling Ran sword intent, he was scared after all, he roared, took out a flying shuttle, and after urging, it exuded a soft green glow, enveloping him and going away at great speed, in an instant, it was more than 100 zhang away, and in less than a breath, he went to 800 zhang away, even Han Feng's speed was far inferior.

After Han Feng successfully forced this person back, he immediately stopped injecting the power of True Yuan into the broken sword, and at the same time turned around, stepped out, spanning more than a hundred zhang, and slashed out with one sword, only one-tenth of the power of True Yuan swept out and slashed towards the red-robed young man.

The red-robed young man was still gasping for breath and recovering from his injuries, just now, he didn't think about escaping, but he had injuries on his body, and the time was too short, he didn't have time to escape.

At this moment, seeing another sword attack, he was even more panicked, and hurriedly took out a few defensive treasures, and urged them to open it one by one, and the strange light shone brightly, blocking the front of the broken sword mang!

"Boom ......"

A series of loud noises rang out, and the defenses he had laid down were either down or broken, but after these blocks, the power of the sword was almost exhausted, and when it came to him, it was already extremely dim.

A crimson yak that he externalized stepped forward, shattering the sword, making his eyes suddenly light up, looking at Han Feng, and said, "It turns out that you are also the end of the strong crossbow!"

"You can try it!" Han Feng sneered, and suddenly rose into the air and pounced on him.

The red-robed young man tried his best, but he was still defeated by Han Feng, after all, he was only a first-level earth-level return, which was far from Han Feng's supreme earth-level return, not to mention that Han Feng also had a blood-colored giant tiger condensed by the spirit refining vajra technique, and his combat power was far superior to him, how could he be Han Feng's opponent.

Five or six rounds later, the red-robed young man was hated by the claws of the blood-colored giant tiger and completely lost his breath!

Han Feng didn't have much of an emotional fluctuation, and after casually picking up all his treasures and storage rings, and using the Fireball Technique to incinerate them into ashes, he exhaled lightly and walked away.

The desert is vast, and after three days and three nights, Han Feng still hasn't been able to go out, and as he goes deeper, he also finds that the aura here is getting thinner and thinner, and it can only be equivalent to the outer gate area of the three-leaf gate.

In addition, he didn't find anyone's existence, the world was so big, empty and lonely, only he was alone, walking alone in the reckless sand sea.

Time flies, and before you know it, another five or six days have passed.

Han Feng didn't know how far he had walked, and he came to a piece of Gobi, where there was no grass, and gusts of wind swept from time to time in all directions, even if he had a body protection to defend himself, he felt very tired.

In this place, the aura has become thinner, and if there is nothing, it is completely unable to meet his own consumption.

After being promoted to the realm of returning to the Yuan and the realm of the tiger, although his combat power was ten times that of before, the consumption had also increased more than ten times, and every moment, a large amount of spiritual energy had to be consumed between gestures, otherwise it would be difficult to move an inch!

He took out a high-grade spirit stone, silently absorbed the spiritual energy, replenished the power and physical strength of the true yuan consumed in his body, and then moved forward again, he knew that he had no way back, and he had no choice but to walk out of this vast desert.

He looked up at the sky, and it was still gray, and occasionally a ghost fell down to block his way, and he tried to avoid fighting it, but the ghost here was fierce, and it grabbed him, and instinctively attacked him.

Since stepping into this Gobi, he himself has lost count of how many ghosts he has killed, large and small, and there are more than a few leyline crystals left in the storage ring, all of which are about to pile up into a small mountain.

Fortunately, there is no ghost army here like the barren grassland outside, and there will only be a few ghosts here, although most of them are large ghosts, and their strength is comparable to that of the masters of the Returning Yuan Period, and there are even strong people equivalent to the perfection of the mortal return to the Yuan, but he can deal with it, and he will not be blocked from moving forward.

In fact, the ghost did not bother him much, the real obstacle was those violent winds, like tornadoes, each of which came suddenly, containing terrifying power, and he did not dare to resist wantonly, always be vigilant, try to avoid it if he could, and it was really impossible to avoid it, so he used the blood-colored giant tiger or the golden dragon phantom to resist.

"What the hell is going to be in front of you?" Han Feng looked at the end of the front, his eyes lit up slightly.

He looked forward to it more and more, in his opinion, this necromantic realm was not like a natural generation as the legend said, but more like a special place set up by a certain power, after all, each level here has obvious design meaning, as if it is screening the monks who break in again and again.

At this moment, a tornado with a thickness of nearly ten zhang suddenly appeared again, appearing on Han Feng's left side without warning, no more than thirty zhang away from each other, and swept towards Han Feng with a roaring sound.

It was so fast that in the blink of an eye, it had crossed a distance of thirty feet and came to his side.

No matter how fast Han Feng reacted, he only had time to stagger the distance of five zhang before he was enveloped by this tornado, and his whole body was subjected to great tearing force, and his clothes burst in an instant, turning into flying flotsam, and immediately turned into ashes.

Han Feng was startled, the exercises in his body operated on their own, and the golden dragon phantom and the blood-colored giant tiger outside his body appeared at the same time, carrying this burst of strength.

He didn't move, let alone attack, he just resisted the squeezing and separating force inside the tornado, and went with the wind, letting it fly with him to an unknown place.

Fortunately, this tornado came and went quickly, and it disintegrated and disappeared in an instant.

Han Feng fell from it and was thrown out by an inexplicable force, but he exerted a little bit of strength, and he stood up straight and floated in mid-air.

"Buzz ......"

At this moment, the gray clouds in the sky swelled like an angry sea, and seven or eight ghosts descended from it, floating in the air like catkins, and rushed towards Han Feng.

Han Feng's face was calm, obviously he had not suffered such an accident, his hands pinched, and a fire mark of a foot size was condensed above his head in an instant, the black light shone brightly, roared out, and directly hit one of the smaller ghosts, with a bang, this ghost exploded, and the black flames vented out at the same time, flooding a large area.

However, the strength of the other seven ghosts was very strong, and the illusory and transparent bodies suddenly burst out with wisps of ghostly light, the temperature around them plummeted, snowflakes appeared out of thin air, falling with a bang, and a strange cold air spread out, enveloping all directions, and the black flames were suddenly frozen and then annihilated.