The wind was blowing, and the space was cracked like a rag, making a loud noise, and it suddenly slammed on the sword curtain laid by Han Feng, with a loud bang, countless thunders, and lightning again and again.

Han Feng's body was as steady as Mount Tai, motionless, the sword qi around his body was swirling, and he firmly protected it, but the strong shock still made the blood and qi in his body surge, and he involuntarily operated the Alchemy Vajra Technique, which suppressed the mouthful of blood that was about to move, and did not spit it out.

The ghost couldn't strike a blow, his body shook, his left leg just retracted, and he immediately punched out, bombarding his sword curtain again, making a loud bang, and the light waves, but it was still not broken.

Han Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly laughed, and said: "Your ghost creature is still a little bit close, it seems that it has reached the realm of psychics, but you don't have the ability to flexibly use this power, you can only do it brutally, this can't break my sword defense!"

"I'll see how long you can defend!" Yan Yanfang sneered, pinched the trick with both hands, and slammed three spells into the ghost corpse, which were continuously poured into his body, making him immediately move faster by three points, and launched a fierce attack around Han Feng.

"Who said I would only defend and not move?!" Han Feng snorted coldly, his body moved suddenly, the sword aura spread, and all kinds of sword shadows appeared, constantly receiving the fists and kicks of the ghost, preventing him from touching the big stone where Murong Xue was, and protecting her for the Fa.

"It seems that you care about this big stone very much, I have to let you get your wish!" Yan Yanfang's eyes rolled, and she suddenly controlled the ghost corpse to attack the big stone, making Han Feng fall into a passive state, after all, the opponent's speed was extremely fast, and if he wanted to block the opponent's attack first, he had to sacrifice part of his defensive strength, so that he was slightly injured.

Rao is like this, sometimes he can't take care of it, three or four of the ghost's attacks landed on the big stone, but they didn't cause any damage, they still shone brightly, and from time to time there were layers of light circles and runes, almost ignoring the ghost's attacks.

Han Feng was extremely amazed, the secret path was worthy of being the inheritance stone of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, if it was the big stone that the old demon Moxi had sealed before, it would definitely suffer a lot of damage.

Yan Yanfang couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly summoned the ghost back, and did not hesitate to spend the origin soul power to pour it into his eyebrows, so that his spirituality soared, and his strength was infinitely close to that of the psychic venerable, compared to the demon powerhouse who fought fiercely with Long Miao on the edge of the cold abyss pond in the past, in terms of strength, he had reached the level of the psychic venerable, but the realm was still lacking. With Han Feng's strength soaring, he naturally couldn't overpower Han Feng.

"Kill me!" she clenched the spell in her hand and shouted.

The ghost immediately rushed out with an arrow step, the goal was very clear, and he attacked the big rock again, in order to distract Han Feng and expose the flaws, so that he could hit Han Feng with a strong attack and a weak one.

Han Feng was very cautious, and did not blindly harden the top, after all, the big stone where Murong Xue was was not weak, but solid, and the power of the ghost could not have much destructive effect on it, at most it made its light slightly dim.

Even, Han Feng sometimes used the barrier effect of this big stone, but he could take advantage of the Demon Death to attack the big stone, suddenly punched, domineering, and knocked his body away, accumulating a lot, which actually made his actions sluggish, as if he had damaged his origin.

In fact, Han Feng can't see through what kind of organism he is, judging from his strong breath of life, the other party should not be a metal puppet, maybe a special ghost, no autonomous consciousness, but extremely powerful, if it weren't for Han Feng getting a great opportunity this time, he was able to step into the half-step psychic realm, with his foundation, this can be on par with ghosts.

"You really got a big boost, this big stone is a big opportunity, get out of the way, I have to get it!" Yan Yanfang said coldly.

Han Feng sneered, and while bombarding the ghost with a light weight, he said indifferently: "If you have the ability, you can come here, is it interesting to talk so much nonsense?" There was no lack of sarcasm in his words.

Yan Yanfang's eyes were full of anger, but her face was as calm as water, she smiled indifferently and said, "Okay, then let you see my real strength at the moment!"

After saying this, the magic in her hand changed suddenly, and a bright purple light erupted from her body, and a figure appeared behind her without warning, as high as eight zhang, almost the same as the ghost, but this figure was a woman, and her appearance was seven points similar to herself.

At this moment, the ghost fell back, and in an instant, it returned to her side, merging with the figure behind her, the strength did not increase much, but the aura became much more agile, and a pair of eyes became bright, as if it had risen to another level.

Han Feng's eyes flashed slightly, staring at the other party, without saying a word, the center of his eyebrows suddenly lit up, and he cast countless five-element seal rings, and rushed out in unison, blasting towards Yan Yanfang like a river and a sea, as if he wanted to interrupt her spell casting.

Yan Yanfang's hand was resolute, her eyebrows were shining, and the crystal light short blade flew out at once, the shadow of the knife was like a mountain, dense, blocking the bombardment of the Five Elements Seal Ring, the violent sound was even in the sky, the void was shaken, and thousands of spatial cracks appeared, one after another.

Han Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he suddenly took a step forward, and the broken sword in his hand flew out, lightning over the heavy sword shadows, and hit the crystal light short blade with incomparable precision, sticking to it tightly, and frantically devouring its origin power.

The crystal light short blade struggled desperately, but to no avail, because the strength of the broken sword had also been greatly improved, and at this moment, it could be said that it was overwhelming the opponent, and it could swallow more than half of its origin in less than a breath.

"Hmph!" Yan Yanfang's face turned pale, and she snorted angrily, holding back the surging blood and qi under the pull of the qi machine.

As soon as her mind moved, another half-step psychic magic weapon appeared on her body, which was actually a bamboo basket, like a jade strip weaving, flashing with a heavy blue glow, turning down, and suddenly shooting out a dazzling beam, as if passing through the void, and suddenly rushed to the crystal light short blade, which immediately made it blur and melt into nothingness, so as to get rid of the entanglement of the broken sword and escape the catastrophe.

Han Feng's eyes were like torches, staring at the bamboo basket seriously, secretly amazed, he didn't expect that it also had the ability to blur objects, although it was not as good as the ability of the remnant talisman, but it was also precious.

"Extinguish me!" Yan Yanfang snorted coldly, and the bamboo basket on her chest shot out a brilliant light, and once again passed through the space, shooting directly at the broken sword, and suddenly sneered at its sword, and the fire was everywhere, impacting all directions.