Seeing this, Han Feng dared to hide clumsyly, and released all his soul power as soon as possible, and the five element sigils appeared out of thin air, flying all over the sky, forming a neat line like a private, laying down layers of tight defensive circles.

The black light became as thick as ink, constantly evolving into thousands of mountains and rivers, but the color was not black, the colors were different, and there was even a white existence, like a giant dragon winding in, constantly hitting Han Feng's defenses, clanging, as if it was colliding violently with the copper wall, deafening.

It's a pity that the opponent's attack is still much stronger, and after a while, Han Feng's defense broke through a gap, and a white river rushed in, turning into a giant python, opening its bloody mouth, and biting towards Han Feng.

Han Feng's eyebrows flashed, and a Xuan Soul Sword came out, spinning and dancing, bringing up bursts of clear light, and defeating the giant python in the blink of an eye.

However, there are more and more mountains and rivers around him, and the pressure on him is increasing, and there are more and more gaps in his defensive circle, which is impossible to prevent.

Monty Python, Great Dragon, Red Sword, Spear......

All kinds of attacks came overwhelmingly, all of them were transformed by those mountains and rivers, and they were infinitely powerful and extremely weird, making Han Feng overwhelmed.

He didn't know how many Xuan Soul Swords he had cast, and even the broken sword in his hand swung one after another, mobilizing the few mana that had just been born in his body, and the sword swept away, slashing countless foreign objects.

Under this desperate situation, Han Feng's potential burst out in an all-round way, and at some point there was a warm current inside his body, which was the long-lost innate qi.

Suddenly, he felt that the strength of his body was growing, and he immediately raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the Deception Fist blasted out, blasting a large area of attack, and the air waves were soaring and agitated.

The Deceptive Fist containing the innate qi is extremely powerful, and in his situation, it surpasses all the fist marks in the past, domineering and infinite, passing through the array of five element runes laid by him hundreds of zhang away, directly crushing the mountains and rivers and spreading for dozens of miles.

It's just that the other party's small world of mountains and rivers has begun to take shape, stretching for nearly thousands of miles, and he doesn't have the ability to break its counterattack.

"Boy, don't be a trapped beast fight, it's meaningless, my mountains and rivers cover the sky and the great array is reappearing, you can't be my opponent, or you can be captured, I can give you a decent way to die!" Between heaven and earth, the voice of the peach-eyed man suddenly sounded, as if he was everywhere, and his voice was echoing throughout the world, but there was no trace of him.

Han Feng didn't speak, as always, he used all his strength, casting spells to resist the squeeze of this mountain and river covering the sky, protecting himself and Murong Xue, and he felt that he would not give in even if he died.

At this moment, Murong Xue's face was still as pale as paper, sitting cross-legged in the air, motionless, as if she had closed her five senses, ignoring anything in the outside world.

Han Feng knew that at this time, he had to rely on himself, otherwise everything would be extremely bad.

With the help of the power of his innate qi, while repairing his own injuries, he continued to play the Tyrant Fist to block the oppression of the mountains and rivers covering the sky, but he supported the precarious situation and did not collapse for the time being.

"Boy, you're just a half-step psychic little person, I'll see how long you can hold on!" the peach-eyed man squinted and shouted with an annoyed expression.

Han Feng ignored him and continued to fight against all kinds of pressure coming from all sides, radiating brightly, cracks appeared in the void one after another, extremely black, emitting a terrifying chill.

For some reason, the light of his soul power became more and more brilliant, as if he had made a further breakthrough, and it kept growing from the depths of the soul sea, and it was endless.

Soul power crystals gather in the soul sea from time to time, occasionally condensing into a ball, but under the exclusion of various forces, they scatter one after another, and it is difficult to completely merge into one.

However, at this moment, there was a round of crystal light shining ** behind his head, like the scorching sun, shining brightly, dazzling, and those crystal lights spread out, as if turning into a protective shield, protecting him and Murong Xue, forming an absolute defense, and relieving him a lot of pressure at once.

"Half-step Condensation Bead Realm?" said the peach-eyed man with a face full of surprise.

"Hmph, I didn't expect to break through to you, but unfortunately it's still not enough to see, you can't stop me, this daughter of red jade, I, Tan Yu, are all bound to win!" He snorted heavily in his nostrils, snapped, his hands suddenly clasped tightly, constantly changing the law, the black light of the mountain and river covering the sky behind him skyrocketed a few points, and the body expanded, becoming hundreds of zhang wide, and with a slight turn, the banner surface firmly wrapped Han Feng and Murong Xue, and closed him together.

But he was separated from Han Feng and Murong Xue by the mountains and rivers that covered the sky, and he didn't plan to fight them hand-to-hand.

In fact, when it comes to the level of the psychic realm, few people will choose to fight in close quarters, after all, they can easily rely on the power of heaven and earth to attract the power of heaven and earth to defeat the enemy, and there is really no need to fight in close quarters.

Immediately after, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of essence blood, and quickly flew up, and suddenly disappeared into the mountains and rivers covering the sky, and a figure appeared on the surface of the banner without warning, overlooking Han Feng and Murong Xue who were trapped by the formation below.

This figure looms, but when it is revealed, you can clearly see that his face is ordinary, just like the human race, but there is a sharp horn on his forehead, and he is actually a demon race!

At this moment, as the peach-eyed man's hand urged faster and faster, the figure of the demon clan became more and more condensed.

"Quack Quack ......"

This demon figure suddenly let out a terrible laugh, echoing above the large array, seeping into it, and reaching Han Feng's ears, it actually made him very uncomfortable.

Obviously, the laughter of this demon figure also has a special magical power, which can cause the monk's blood to boil, and if the cultivator is weak, he may explode and die.

However, Han Feng's physical body was very strong, even if he was not at his peak at the moment, he stabilized his blood qi in an instant and successfully resisted it.

"You can't stop me!" The peach-eyed man snorted, his hands clenched the strange magic decision, and he pushed forward violently, and the figure of the demon clan on the mountain and river covering the sky suddenly became twice larger, as if it had become a real person, the laughter was louder, and the terrifying and invisible power came out, continuously bombarding Han Feng's defensive circle, shaking his soul sea in turmoil.

Han Feng was extremely uncomfortable, trying his best to resist, his eyebrows were shining, colorful, dazzling, and the invisible barrier stretched out, like a protective shield to isolate the other party's laughter.

His soul sea gradually subsided, and he survived another catastrophe.