Han Feng didn't dare to slack off, his right hand was raised, the white light bloomed, and a punch slammed over, with a muffled bang, this multicolored light sword shattered in response, but his right hand was also numb and painful, his body trembled, and he involuntarily took a step back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Woohoo!"

At this moment, two more multicolored light swords on the left and right sides burst out, from top to bottom, like a big stick, they smashed down, and from a distance of several zhang, they could feel the amazing power, the air seemed to be imprisoned, and the pressure increased sharply, making Han Feng tingle all over.

He opened his mouth and shouted, his hands stretched out, and the brilliant white light flew out, turning into two huge white palm shadows, blocking these two multicolored lightsabers.

Han Feng was shocked, as if he was under the weight of two mountains at this moment, with a twist of his wrist, the white palm shadow suddenly expanded by three points, and the two multicolored lightsabers flew in reverse.

He took advantage of this gap, his body was like electricity, and he crossed over in an instant, and successfully advanced more than ten zhang, but here it was closer to the body of the colorful tree, and the colorful light sword that burst out from it was like a tide, and it was even denser.

As soon as Han Feng stood firm, four more multicolored lightsabers appeared above him. He had to grit his teeth and resist, using all his strength, advancing and retreating from time to time, and finally maintained an area about 100 zhang away from the body of the colorful tree, which was slightly stronger than many monks of the same level.

However, the corner of his eye swept and found that Zi Lin had already penetrated into an area of more than eighty zhang, and he was more than ten zhang ahead of himself, which was really not simple.

Just as these top powerhouses were walking in front, those extreme people also joined forces to attack an area of one hundred and forty or fifty zhang. Of course, during this period, many of them fell, and they were killed by multicolored lightsabers or skulls, or pierced in the chest, and many monks who were seriously injured and fled.

Under the attack of so many monks, the colorful tree seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and before it took a cup of tea, the colored light emitted by its body became slightly weaker, which made Han Feng and the others' eyes light up, and they took the opportunity to advance more than twenty zhang, and it was only thirty or forty zhang away from the two ends of the earth's leyline spring.

"Puff puff ......"

Suddenly, the sound of the earth turning over sounded, and a five-colored root tendrils emerged from it, like sharp swords, and stabbed towards the monks within a range of two or three hundred zhang, bringing a sharp whistling sound.

Even if everyone had seen these five-colored roots before, they were all on guard in their hearts, but they never expected that they would take the initiative to attack them at this moment, and they were caught off guard for a while, and they suffered heavy casualties.

Moreover, what is even more surprising is that they began to suck the flesh and blood of those corpses, making the body of the multicolored tree more and more bright, and the multicolored light is more abundant, bursting out more and denser multicolored lightsabers, making everyone more panicked, and from time to time more than a dozen people died in the multicolored lightsabers, and the screams came and went.

"Don't panic, everyone, join forces to fight its roots!" shouted the young monk dressed as a scholar, using his soul power to spread, and his voice could be heard in a radius of more than a thousand feet. As he said this, he suddenly ran back, holding a silver-white folding fan, opened it suddenly, and suddenly under the fan, a large silver-white blade of light flew out, cutting off many roots, and alleviating the situation a little.

When everyone heard this, under the self-pursuit of survival, they all stabilized their positions, joined forces to block the attacks of those roots and multicolored lightsabers, and began to counterattack in a moment, breaking a large number of roots. Although they still have people killed from time to time under the attacks of the multicolored lightsaber, it is finally no longer a one-sided situation.

Han Feng and the others didn't encounter a root attack here, it seemed that the colorful little tree knew that these roots were useless to them, and they didn't waste their efforts.

In fact, these monks on the periphery are not weak, if they really want to fight, these roots will not be their opponents, just a moment just a moment of surprise before the loss is not small.

The young monk dressed as a scholar flipped a folding fan in his hand, constantly shooting out dazzling silver-white light, resisting the multicolored lightsaber while cutting off more than a dozen five-colored roots in a row. His eyes flashed, and he suddenly proposed: "Everyone stop its roots from sucking the corpse of the fallen Daoist, and put it all in the space storage bag!"

The monks suddenly came to their senses and took away their bodies nearby. Sure enough, after losing the nourishment of flesh and blood, the light of the colorful tree gradually dimmed again.

The pressure of the crowd plummeted, and they began to launch a large-scale counterattack, cutting off the roots that emerged one by one, making the colorful trees a little weaker, and finally had to retract those roots.

The monks were overjoyed, and they all took the opportunity to rush in, and after a while, they stepped into a range of more than 100 zhang, but the dense multicolored lightsabers here blocked them again and lingered.

As for the monks in the front row, who were comparable to the powerhouses of the Returning Yuan Realm, they continued to move forward, getting closer and closer to the two ends of the leyline spring.

Zi Lin glanced at the surrounding powerhouses left and right, and suddenly took out a talisman, looking at its rune light array, it was obviously a five-grade talisman, once she unfolded it, it suddenly formed a large cloud of earthy yellow light, wrapping her, extremely thick, completely ignoring the bombardment of the multicolored lightsaber, and in the thump, she rushed directly into it, and in a few breaths, it crossed more than ten zhang, and it was about to approach the left end of the leyline spring.

The strong man snorted coldly from behind, he didn't use any talismans, and he didn't see him pinch and chant spells, he just took a deep breath, his body suddenly swelled up like a balloon, and the surface was shining, and he turned into a giant three or four feet tall in the blink of an eye. Those multicolored lightsabers struck his body at this moment, making a series of muffled sounds, and they were bounced away, and he ran over unscathed.

The other four people at the front also unleashed their various secret techniques, and they all accelerated and rushed forward, and two of them each rushed to the left and right ends of the leyline spring.

Although the young monk dressed as a scholar had just turned back to help the monks on the periphery, when he turned around again, the folding fan in his hand was closed, and a beam of light like substance burst out, which was as long as a zhang, dancing like a lightsaber, sharp and incomparable, and with a few strokes, he would smash the four multicolored lightsabers that had been attacked, and the power was superb.

He re-entered the range of a hundred feet without hindrance, and continued to go deeper, and in less than ten breaths, he caught up with the woman in the pale blue dress.

At this moment, the woman was circling three turquoise boomerangs, blue as water, blocking those multicolored lightsabers one after another, and they were also approaching the spring of the leylines.

Han Feng and the other five people were in the second column, without using any secret techniques, and followed closely behind.