After just a few breaths, this land is completely out of shape, full of potholes and ravines, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as vicissitudes.

Suddenly, there was a loud buzzing sound, and the gossip map on the right flew into the air, and in an instant, it moved sideways, sprinkling layers of light, as if it had become an ocean, submerging the black dragon and the dragon.

What's even more amazing is that at this moment, the secret power that imprisons the void appears in this sea of light, and the black dragon is fixed, and those monks of the Moyun Sect are desperately struggling, and the black dragon is radiant, and it is about to break the invisible bondage.

"Whew......"

At this moment, there was a long roar, and the Taiji Xuanqing diagram on the left side stood upside down, slashing over like a sharp sword, as if to cut the black dragon in two.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Taiji Xuanqing Tu failed to cut off the black dragon's body, only because a layer of white light spread out, blocking its attack.

"Break it for me!" Han Feng's voice rose at the right time, holding the broken sword, holding a giant sword to the sky, with the help of the momentum of the battle array, he slammed up, snorted, and slashed the Taiji Xuanqing diagram, turned it into two halves, and quickly collapsed.

The monks of the corresponding battle group made a mess, almost even the formation was scattered, and the formation master was so anxious that he shot again and again, stabilized the formation base, and the brilliant light rose again, as if he was about to conjure up a new Taiji Xuanqing Diagram.

At this moment, the black dragon also moved, breaking away from the sea of light, flicking its long tail, like a big knife cutting down, fiercely attacking this war group, and in an instant, its light was scattered, and the invisible power spread, shattering the mountains and killing a lot of monks, and the blood flowed like a river.

The formation master hurriedly sacrificed the canvas-like psychic treasure, and spread it out, covering dozens of miles, and with a bang, it successfully blocked the further attack of the black dragon's long tail.

The battle group of the Tiangang Bagua Array also hurriedly came to the rescue, conjuring up pieces of meteorites and violent winds, hula and struck on the side of the Moyun Sect.

Han Feng didn't look back, and with a flick of his long sleeves, a large number of five-element runes condensed, and rushed out one after another, all kinds of light burst out, smashing those meteorites and the wind into powder.

They broke away from the Black Dragon Battle Formation, stepped out of the distance of more than ten miles in one step, pounced on the battle group of the Taiji Xuanqing Formation, picked up the Heavenly Giant Sword, and slashed down.

"Bang ......"

There was a loud noise, and Han Feng looked like he had only slashed a sword, but in fact, he slashed dozens of times in a row, causing the void to shatter and the canvas-like psychic treasure to sink.

The terrifying power was passed on, and it fell on those monks, even with the protection of the Taiji Xuanqing Array, there were also a large number of low-level disciples who frantically vomited blood, and there were countless casualties.

Originally, their wargroup was about to break up, but this time it was hit hard, and the brilliant brilliance had just condensed a little, and it was scattered again.

"Han Feng, do you really want to fight against our Mu Xia Palace?!" the half-step psychic formation master suddenly shouted.

Han Feng didn't answer his words, it had come to this point, where would he show mercy to his subordinates, and he would directly greet him with a sword technique.

The man was amazed, and hurriedly urged the psychic treasure in his hand to release a dazzling gray light, standing up like a huge wall, firmly blocking Han Feng's move.

However, the opponent's wrist still shook, and his figure took a step back, obviously falling behind.

"Oh, it seems that his psychic treasure is not of a low level!" Han Feng flashed this thought in his heart, and immediately made a decision, and he controlled the broken sword in his hand to shoot out, flying away like lightning, and in an instant, he went to the psychic treasure and stuck to it.

In an instant, the terrifying suction was released, enveloping it firmly, and a large amount of its origin power seeped out of it and merged into the broken sword.

As if it had been greatly nourished, the runes on the surface of the broken sword began to glow, and they continued to be patched up layer by layer, exuding a dazzling brilliance.

The formation master was stunned, where had he ever seen such a situation, and hurriedly pinched the seal, trying to retrieve this psychic treasure.

It's a pity that the broken sword is shining brightly, and the secret power is vertical and horizontal, so that the other party has no rut at all, and he can't move this psychic treasure at all, as if he has lost control.

"Han Feng, what have you done, hurry up and let go of my Qianli Sail!" the man was shocked and hurriedly shouted.

"Hmph!" Han Feng snorted lightly, ignoring him at all, and continued to let the broken sword devour the origin power of that spirit treasure to the fullest, and strengthen his body.

However, at this time, the broken sword itself no longer made the tip of the sword longer, but constantly repaired its runes, making it denser and stronger.

In this way, a virtuous circle is formed, and the spirit treasure named Qianli Fan is even more unable to break free.

All this is a long story, in fact, it really takes less than two breaths, and the spirit treasure can no longer maintain its current state, and it shrinks sharply, from more than ten miles wide, to a hundred zhang in the blink of an eye, and then it turns into a size of a zhang like lightning, so anxious that the person stomps his feet.

"Elder Mu, we're here to support you!" The battle group of the Tiangang Bagua Array was actually composed of the people and horses of the Mutian Sect, they suddenly rushed over as a whole, and the sacrificial gossip diagram lit up again, and a water-like existence appeared in the air, pouring down, like a downpour, smashing on the black dragon, colliding with its black light, snorting, and there was smoke coming out, obviously this piece of water was not ordinary.

What's even more peculiar is that these waters have an inexplicable corrosive power, which can continuously erode the black light on the surface of the dragon.

Fortunately, all the elite monks of the East Eight Branches were not fuel-efficient lamps, and under all kinds of pinching techniques, all kinds of forces gathered together, causing the black dragon scale armor to float out, and the black light shone, blocking the patches of water, so that it could not get close.

Seeing this, where could Mu Tianzong succeed, the shuriken technique was triggered, and the sword intent all over his body flashed out, condensing into a tiger, shaking his body, turning into a giant of thousands of zhang, roaring in the sky, and slamming towards the other party.

The half-step psychic man of the Mutian Sect was shocked, obviously he didn't expect Han Feng to be able to perform such a powerful trick in this situation, he couldn't help but shout, the magic trick in his hand was pinched repeatedly, and the gossip diagram suddenly lit up, and once again sacrificed thousands of thunderbolts, gathered together, as if forming a sea of thunder, poured down, and rushed towards the giant tiger.

However, a magical scene appeared!

The Tiger of Ten Thousand Swords was able to freely shuttle through the Sea of Razor, bathing in it, and could continue to absorb the power in it, making itself a little bigger, opening its mouth and sucking it violently, and soon swallowed up the vast Sea of Razor for dozens of miles.