The eyelids of the multicolored sword cloud tree jumped, although the body it controlled Mo Li was still a little stiff, but the speed was also extremely fast, and the afterimage flashed by, and immediately withdrew its hand away. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Who knew that Han Feng's reaction was even faster, and the cold light of the sword in his hand was interrupted, and a bright white sword light flew out, shooting on Mo Li's abdomen like a poisonous snake, and suddenly pierced a hole, transparent from front to back, the size of a fist.

Mo Li's body was hit hard by this, and the Colorful Sword Cloud Tree became slower, dodging left and right, and finally completely broke away from the scope of Han Feng's sword momentum, and its body flickered, hiding in the mist, and disappeared.

Han Feng's soul power was unleashed, urging to the extreme, but it could only cover an area of about twenty zhang, and he couldn't spy on the other party's traces at all.

He didn't dare to move, lest he fall into a more passive position when it launched a surprise attack.

He held his breath, holding the sword in his left hand and pinching the fist print in his right hand, fighting back at all times.

"Toot ......"

Suddenly, a strange fluctuation came, and without warning, a multicolored rhizome emerged from Han Feng's feet, several feet thick, like a giant python winding.

Han Feng was shocked, jumped high for the first time, and the broken sword in his hand danced out a large piece of cold light, turning down like a big dragon, colliding with this multicolored rhizome, making a dull sound, and the next moment the colorful rhizome was defeated by the cold mang, and it shattered one after another, and the debris flew sideways, splashing away, and one after another, falling like rain.

When Han Feng was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, his heart jumped suddenly, he took a strong breath, and moved a few zhang in the air in a volley, which was comparable to dodging the multicolored sword light that suddenly slashed down in the mist above.

But Rao is like this, he is still brushed by these colorful sword lights, and the purple and white light on his body shakes for a while, even with the tenacity of his purple skin, it is hot and painful, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

Han Feng landed quickly, turned his head, and swept his soul power upward, only to see the colorful sword cloud tree appear in the clouds and mist at some point, and had already given up Mo Li's body and returned to the appearance of a blood-colored light cluster, but it was a little different from before, not only did it have limbs, but more importantly, a bulge appeared on its upper end, like a child's head, although it still had no facial features, its overall aura was more than twice as powerful.

Obviously, after devouring the flesh and blood of insect beasts during this period of time, the Colorful Sword Cloud Tree was able to break through in its evolution and greatly increase its strength.

Han Feng's expression was solemn, and under his perception, this guy's strength had already surpassed the level of the middle stage of Guiyuan, which was unfathomable. He felt a great deal of pressure, a sense of inexplicable panic.

Immediately after, the Colorful Sword Cloud Tree moved slightly, and there was no shadow in an instant, and the speed was so fast that it exceeded Han Feng's reaction, but under the soul power's exhaustive search, within twenty zhang, its existence could be faintly perceived.

Han Feng's eyes flickered, and the multicolored sword cloud tree appeared in front of him very abruptly, only a few feet apart.

Han Feng was frightened and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but at this moment, the baby-like left hand of the Colorful Sword Cloud Tree suddenly raised, his five fingers were closed, and he slammed it over with a punch, directly knocking it away.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, dozens of zhang away, after Han Feng's body smashed a series of big trees, he smashed a big pit on the ground, which was three or four zhang big and as deep as a zhang.

"Ahem......"

He coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood in a row, his hands were zigzag, and he was completely fractured, and the pain was excruciating. If he hadn't raised his hand in time to stop the opponent's punch just now, I'm afraid he would have more than this injury, and it was very likely that he would be punched through the abdomen and endanger the dantian.

But he still suffered a heavy blow, and the true qi in his body was chaotic, and even the broken sword in his hand was shocked away, and he didn't know where to go.

"Hoo ......"

The multicolored sword cloud tree flew over, as if the victory was in hand, as if looking down on him, and he was not in a hurry to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Han Feng slowly calmed down, he didn't give up, he took a deep breath, his soul power expanded, and a pure black fire mark condensed out in front of his chest, and shot out in an instant, rushing to the front of the colorful sword cloud tree in the blink of an eye, and with a loud bang, it exploded, forming a large blazing heat wave, drowning the other party.

The figure of the Colorful Sword Cloud Tree was dissolved in an instant, but Han Feng frowned, deeply uneasy.

Sure enough, after the heat wave dissipated, the blood-colored light cluster transformed by the multicolored sword cloud tree resurfaced again, and I don't know if he dodged just now, as if he had never left.

However, Han Feng knew in his heart that its speed was too fast, and after dodging it quickly, it returned to its original place, and in a short distance, it exceeded his perception, making him think that it had not left.

The multicolored sword Yunshu raised his hands, as if he didn't want to waste any more time, the multicolored light in his hand was shining, and it was about to turn into a sword and slash out, Han Feng's body suddenly stood upright, and he was far away in an instant, fleeing for his life.

The multicolored sword Yunshu was slightly stunned for a moment, most likely because he didn't expect Han Feng to have such explosive power, but it didn't stop the change of the colorful light in his hand, and suddenly, a multicolored giant sword more than ten zhang long flew out, riding the wind and breaking through the fog, as fast as lightning.

Han Feng had already fled dozens of zhang away at this time, his brows were tightly locked, and he sensed that the colorful giant sword behind him was pursuing, and suddenly clenched his fist and blasted out a punch in reverse.

A huge fist of milky white light flew out, domineering and inexhaustible, like the scorching sun in the sky, blooming with a terrifying aura, wrapped in a huge wave of qi, like a wall in front of the multicolored giant sword.

"Bang ......"

A series of sounds exploded, sparks shot out, and the multicolored giant sword was the first to shatter and scatter.

Han Feng's milky white fist was unstoppable, and he continued to rush towards the blood-colored light cluster that the multicolored sword cloud tree had turned into.

The multicolored sword cloud tree seemed to be a little excited, and his hands shook rapidly, as if he was making a seal, and as if he was performing some trick, in short, the multicolored light flowed between its hands like water, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a colorful ribbon, which was ten zhang wide, and rolled out, wrapping Han Feng's milky white fist in an instant, and pulling it back in front of it.

After a while, the colored ribbon disappeared, and a milky white air flow appeared in its hand, as viscous as milk, and from time to time it flashed with a faint golden light, and occasionally became transparent and thorough, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

I saw its faceless head approaching, and it seemed to suck it suddenly, and the milky white air flow suddenly disappeared, apparently being sucked by it.

The blood-colored light of the multicolored sword cloud tree trembled, as if he had eaten some kind of elixir, the breath of his whole body soared, and the protrusion of the upper head was raised again, slowly condensing a pair of porcelain-white eyes, and then burst out two blood lights, which were several feet long, and it was very terrifying to look at.

However, at this moment, Han Feng has long since disappeared.

The figure of the Colorful Sword Cloud Tree flickered, and it also disappeared in place, obviously chasing Han Feng.

"Innate ......"

Faintly, a murmur came from the mist, ethereal, ethereal.