Han Feng fished several times and obtained ten gossip compasses, and he no longer tossed, and ran directly to the mountaintop platform. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Taiji Mountain was only a thousand feet high, Han Feng found that this mountain not only imprisoned the monk's soul power exploration, but also climbed up, the heavier the fog there became, and there was a great pressure all around, suppressing him, as if he was carrying the mountain forward, his speed slowed down suddenly, and he could only cross a distance of zhang in one step.

"Hmph, it's really not that simple!" Han Feng snorted heavily in his nostrils, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and climb.

Han Feng also found that the higher he went, the steeper the mountain became, the more difficult it became, and the range of the mountain became smaller, and the base was 10,000 zhang wide, at this moment it was only at a height of more than 800 zhang, and he felt that it was estimated to be only a thousand zhang in size.

At the same time, he began to see people in front of him climbing as hard as he did, a little slower than he was.

After a while, he caught up with the man, glanced at the man, and found that he didn't know him, and looking at his clothes, he should be a monk of the Xuanqing Sect.

The monk glanced back at Han Feng, there was no extraneous branch, just a cold face, and he watched Han Feng surpass him with cold eyes. He is not a fool, the person who can come here, and the monk who is faster than himself, naturally will not be a fuel-efficient lamp, he cannot be offended, and besides, he already has enough gossip compass, there is no need for this.

Han Feng was happy with this, and quickly shook him off and went up to a higher place, where the fog was thicker, but the aura also seemed to become richer, and most of the components of the mist were obviously aura, flashing colorful lights from time to time.

Han Feng was overjoyed, and simply walked forward while absorbing these spiritual qi to cultivate the Heavenly Dragon Imperial Qi Technique, and continued to condense the true qi in his body.

In a short time, he went forward another thirty or forty zhang, approaching a height of nine hundred zhang. At this moment, there was a sudden explosion in front of him, and it seemed that a fierce battle was taking place there.

Han Feng was a little puzzled, but he didn't hesitate at all, he continued to move forward, and the last step out, with a pop, the whole person suddenly relaxed, and all the fog and pressure around him dissipated. But at this moment, dozens of zhang in front of him, there were two figures constantly colliding, bursting out with bursts of violent roars, and the energy raged in the sky and the mountains, leaving white marks, several zhang long, scraping out ravines, several feet deep.

Han Feng looked at the two of them, neither of them was a monk he knew, but they were obviously fighting with all their might, and they looked like they would not give up until they defeated each other. He secretly wondered why he was so desperate when he had already arrived here.

These thoughts only flashed through his mind, and he withdrew his gaze, intending to ignore the two of them and instead walk to the side, trying to bypass them and silently climb to the top of the hill.

But just as he had lifted his foot and taken a step to the side, only thirty or forty feet away, the two monks rushed towards him with an attack each.

The sword wind is whistling, and the sword light is shining!

Both attacks were extremely powerful, and they were obviously not something that ordinary Tianjiao could send out.

Han Feng's expression froze, his left and right hands were raised, his fists were clenched, and the purple light burst out with a bang, and after he suddenly blasted out, two purple light fist shadows the size of a mountain resurfaced in the air, blocking the attack of the two of them without accident.

At this moment, Han Feng understood, these two belonged to different sects, and each wanted to climb to the top platform earlier, maybe they could win the first place, which was not only about personal glory, but also had a lot to do with their own sect's allocation of the remaining places. Although the elder of Xuanqing Sect Han Chang once said that the kind of situation where there are remaining places rarely appears, if it appears, then this first place will be worth a fortune, and I don't know how many resources can be exchanged for the sect. So everyone consciously wants to strive for this first place.

In fact, Han Feng had also received a summons from Elder Yan, asking him to seize every opportunity to compete for this first place while trying his best to ensure that he could qualify!

However, Han Feng was in a bad mood and didn't care much about this matter, as long as he could successfully get a place, he didn't take other rankings into consideration.

But now, these two guys actually besieged him indiscriminately and prevented him from ascending to the platform on the top of the mountain, how could he tolerate it, he immediately took out the broken sword, stepped out, shook his wrist, and with two smacks, two snow-white swords flew out, slashing at these two people respectively.

The mangs of the broken sword, although they are only a few feet long, but they are wrapped in the aura of the sky and rush over, and the momentum is like a rainbow, as if the mountains and seas are overwhelming.

These two people are just ordinary extreme people, where have they seen such a terrifying attack, they don't dare to slack off, and immediately each took out a five-grade talisman. But as soon as they urged it to open, in the array of runes, before they had time to transform into shapes, two broken sword rays rushed over, breaking their five-grade runes in one fell swoop, even if the two of them tried their best to resist when they were in danger, they were still cut down and fell to the ground, shaking out two holes several feet wide. The two of them lay at the bottom of the pit, a shocking mark of blood on their chests, and the skin was open and the blood flowed incessantly. They looked at Han Feng in horror, coughing up blood again and again, their breath was extremely weak, and they could no longer stand up.

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, he didn't seem to expect his broken sword to be so sharp, although he had already infused eighty percent of his true qi, but it was divided into two, each of which was only about forty percent of his true qi, but he could slash these two extreme people into serious injuries with a single sword. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Broken Sword has been absorbing the power of the talisman during this time, not to mention that these two guys have been fighting for so long before, and their state is not in their heyday, so it is not uncommon for them to fall in an instant.

He didn't think much about it, after putting away the broken sword, he took out two high-grade spirit stones, and while replenishing his true qi, he quickly climbed up, without looking at the two guys.

This time, he climbed fifty or sixty zhang in one go, and he was about to reach the platform at the top of the mountain, but at this moment, this section of the mountain suddenly burst out of bursts of cyan light, constantly conjuring up Taiji patterns, circling back and forth, like a blade cutting horizontally, blocking his way.

Han Feng was accidentally slashed by a Tai Chi pattern flying from the oblique thorn, if he hadn't raised his hands in time and burst out with white light to block, I am afraid that he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

But Rao is so, his hands are still under the great force of cutting, slightly painful, fortunately he is clever, with the help of the wrong body to dodge, let this Tai Chi pattern fly away, in the blink of an eye and turn around, flying and swimming in the air irregularly, looking maddening.