The manic black flames roared, churning up a wave of soul-scorching heat.

Climb the buildings around and turn into terrifying flaming beasts.

The Black Death Flame of Hell Valley has a very special property, once it burns, the water cannot be extinguished, and the earth cannot be extinguished...... Without extremely high-quality True Qi suppression, it could easily turn into a Flame Calamity.

Before the fire snake danced wildly, Han Feng in white robe only left everyone with a back.

The right hand was clenched, and the cold white freezing air swept between the palace walls and corridors.

The ice blooms as a climbing chrysanthemum, and when it blooms, the ice flows slowly like a sword piercing the flames and black flames.

Ice and fire are intertwined, and shattered ice crystals are flying like rain.

Looking at Han Feng's wrist slightly, the ice chrysanthemums spread everywhere in all directions, covering the ice wall with a layer of white frost, walking the endless cold current of the earth.

The Black Flame Demon didn't know Han Feng, but he was secretly shocked by the superb martial arts of this white-robed man, and his steps retreated seventeen steps in a row, but he was still surrounded by clusters of ice blooms everywhere, and he could only wrap his feet with black flames to isolate this strange ice flow.

His eyes were guarded, glaring at Han Feng:

"Who are you!? Do you want to be my enemy of Hell Valley?"

Although Han Feng said that he was wearing a white robe holding a sword, there were too many people wearing white clothes in this martial arts, and the prayer banner scroll on Han Feng's back was too eye-catching, which made the black-robed man unable to think of Han Feng's identity.

Han Feng reshaped the foundation of martial arts with "The World of Martial Arts", and now his breath is like a god, and his eyes are looking at the Black Flame Demon Man, which makes people feel ashamed of themselves.

The voice was clear, and he spoke:

"Under ...... The Hanging Sword Division holds the sword, the clouds and dust are in charge, and you are holding the boss of the brother's platform in your hand...... Han Feng. ”

Hearing Han Feng's voice, the expressions of the many guards behind him changed instantly, and they looked at Han Feng's back.

Jiang Xiaohu's eyes were full of longing.

"Master......"

The handsome back in front of this pitch-black sea of fire looked particularly tall.

As for Han Feng himself, he was amused by the large list of titles he added, and then said:

"Then again...... You haven't answered my question: They don't deserve it, do I deserve it?"

The Black Flame Demon quickly searched for the name Han Feng in his mind, thinking about which well-known sword cultivator of the Hanging Sword Division was so good, but after recalling it carefully, he remembered that this was a newcomer to the Hanging Sword Division who had just come out of the world.

In terms of intelligence, it seems that there are some extraordinary achievements, but the cultivation is not high...... Fart, this guy is just outgoing his true anger and he is on a par with himself, his cultivation is not high, what is the matter with this hell valley great evil soul who has just broken through to the realm of the fifth grade.

Hell Valley, as a benchmark for the evil path of martial arts in the country, is divided into ghost servants, evil generals, ghasts, great evil spirits, soul masters, four prison masters, and the lord of Hell Valley - the Infernal Ghost Emperor.

The Black Flame Demon, as the great evil spirit of the No. 1 evil sect in the country, had his own pride, and looked at Han Feng:

"You're not bad at what you do...... But...... Holy!"

The demon just wanted to let go of his cruel words and kill Han Feng's sharp spirit, but as soon as the words came out, he saw that Han Feng had already moved.

Zhou Liu's eight strengths helped his body to walk quickly, and the eight-colored streamer flashed, and the white-clothed figure carrying the horizontal scroll came to the Black Flame Demon in the blink of an eye.

Bowing slightly, his legs bent and accumulating strength, Han Feng raised his head and looked at the demon with a sly smile.

The Black Flame Demon hurriedly pulled out and wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.

I saw that Han Feng was surrounded by eight-colored streamers, shattered into stars all the time, and his footsteps stepped on the hard ground of the Divine Heaven Ruins, and the vibration at this moment could be felt within a radius of several miles.

With this force, Han Feng had already come to the front of the demon, raised his hand and tore it, and the palm wrapped around the ice-white true qi directly tore the formless black flame like tearing cloth!

The Black Flame Demon wanted to harness the Black Flame to fight back, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, not only failed to successfully urge his internal strength, but directly spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.

"The World Buwu Chapter" combines the fortune technique of "The Son of Heaven Wangqi" to see through the world's qi machine with the spiritual ability of "Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Dafa", and uses the mind to manipulate the heaven and earth qi machine, and now can not only see through the operation law of the heaven and earth qi machine, but also can change the qi of all things in the subtleties.

It affected the operation of his internal breath during the Black Flame Demon Man's exercise, and in just a moment, it hit him hard.

Han Feng followed and raised his palm, his left palm dragging the layers of phantoms transformed by the two qi of yin and yang, and grasped the right wrist of the Black Flame Demon who was holding the throat of the Commander of the Hanging Sword.

The Black Flame Demon had just wanted to threaten Han Feng with the name of the envoy in his hand, but he felt that his left hand was completely powerless......

"Let go!"

Han Feng broke off and drank, combining the extreme fierceness of "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent" and the femininity and softness of "Ice Palm", as well as the ruthlessness and domineering of "Xuanming Divine Palm", and now the palm power can be called a combination of rigidity and softness, yin and yang.

The Black Flame Demon Man's wrist was shattered by Han Feng's palm force, and the bones inside were shattered inch by inch, and he couldn't hold the neck of the envoy in his hand anymore and couldn't help but let go.

Han Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed the body of the seriously injured comatose envoy, gave him a gentle true qi to save his life, and threw it backwards to the place where several guards were.

"Xiaohu, take care of your envoys. ”

Jiang Xiaohu was looking at Han Feng's back with longing in his eyes, but when he heard Han Feng's command, he hurriedly reached out and caught the unconscious order thrown by Han Feng.

Put the envoy down and take out the pill for him to swallow, and replied loudly to Han Feng:

"Master, don't worry!"

Han Feng rubbed his eyebrows and whispered:

"Did this kid recognize me as a master? I just taught him a few martial arts......

Just as Han Feng reached out to rescue the unconscious envoy, the Black Flame Demon Man already knew that he was no match for Han Feng, and endured the pain of the broken bone in his right hand and escaped dozens of feet away.

Han Feng was not in a hurry to chase after him, but instead locked the force field of the [Son of Heaven Wangqi] into the body of the Black Flame Demon Man, and the Jinghai Knife was used, and the Yin and Yang Qi were infused into it.

Luck flew out, and the sword qi broke through the air and pierced the clouds.

The silver-white blade pierced the Black Flame Demon's vest, pinning him to the tall palace wall.

The dignified fifth-rank master, in front of Han Feng, who had just entered the sixth-rank, was completely powerless to parry, this was the power of the new martial arts.

Throwing and killing the Black Flame Demon Man, Han Feng looked at the battlefield in the distant sky, Li Shenzhou and several masters were still being pulled and pinned down by Gu Xuantong alone, and Wu Xingyun had no way to win quickly.

Four ancient treasures flew all over the sky and were chased by the heroes.

Another Hell Valley master controlled the Black Flame Void and had already grasped the Heavenly Spine Sword in the air.

With the blessing of the divine soldiers, he forced back several martial arts masters with one sword.

Han Feng saw all this in his eyes, and his figure moved towards the central battlefield.

The huge prayer flags flew across the air and smashed vertically in front of Jiang Xiaohu, and Han Feng's voice followed:

"Xiaohu, help me look at this scroll, and call me out if there is a situation. ”

Without waiting for Jiang Xiaohu to answer, Han Feng's figure had already disappeared between the winding palace walls and corridors.

Running through the corridor, Han Feng's body continued to conjure up ink and wash colors, and the power of [between heaven and earth] kept surging.

Han Feng, who inherited the "World Buwu Chapter", is equivalent to inheriting the Divine Heavenly Sect, so ...... All the remaining power in this majestic and vast world could be called upon by Han Feng.

The heroes fought endlessly on the battlefield, competing for rare treasures and panacea.

But when he heard the sound of poetry, a golden ink that encompassed heaven and earth poured into the sky from between the walls of the uninhabited palace, exuding a gorgeous divine light.

A golden sun envelops a mysterious masked with an ominous face and joins the battlefield.

"I will go out of the East, and I will follow my threshold.

Fu Yu Ma Xi drove peacefully, and the night was bright.

Ride the dragon and ride the thunder, carry the cloud flag and the snake.

The long wife is about to rest, and her heart is low and careless. ”

The poem of the Nine Songs was recited, and Han Feng called the divine power of [Between Heaven and Earth] to join the station, using heaven and earth as a use, commanding the sun and moon in all directions, and even had an almost innate feeling.

Illuminated by the golden sun, the Great Evil Spirit of Hell Valley, who was holding the Heavenly Spine Sword in his hand, looked jealous, and asked in a cold voice:

"Who's coming?"

Han Feng hid his figure with endless daylight, and his voice became like the sun's rays.

"Heavenly Court, Dongjun. ”