Chapter 342: Go

"That's ...... What the hell?"

The barbarian man sat on the back of a pottery horse, watching the clouds and dust be shrouded in a nine-colored miasma like a canopy in the sky.

Nine-colored clouds and mist covered the entire giant city, and the streamers were surging in splendor, but they were really brilliant and dazzling.

"Borrowing the form of the nine-colored miasma, it contains the purest and purest essence of heaven and earth, and its power is so vast that even if we gather the strength of the three of us, I am afraid it will not be able to break it. ”

Ying Yonglin rode on the horse and said indifferently.

The power of the five elements and gossip in his eyes worked, and he wanted to peek into the reality and reality in the nine-colored clouds and smoke, but he was intertwined with each other, and the nine-colored clouds that changed thousands of times were rejected.

"Mother, you just say that this little water-like thing can stop Lao Tzu, and see that I hammered this thing and the city wall to show you. ”

The barbarian man listened to Ying Yonglin's words, but he didn't approve of it, his body shook suddenly, he flew up from the spot, jumped into the air, accumulated a huge kinetic energy gravity, and the whole person hit the miasma cloud cover that covered the clouds and dust like a mountain of meat.

Driving the wind and clouds in the sky, the extremely fast air friction caused the flames to rise, enveloping the martial arts spirit, and slamming into the nine-colored miasma hood.

Unexpectedly, this miasma shroud seemed to be only condensed with a weak cloud and mist qi, but it was far more tenacious than people imagined. After encountering the power of external forces, the nine miasma qi will weaken the miasma attacks they suffer layer by layer, and finally distribute the weakened power to all the clouds above the entire cloud dust.

Water is the softest in the world, and it is the most rigid in the world, and it is easy to carry the weakened clouds with all the clouds above the clouds and dust.

After the nine-colored cloud qi swallows up the external force, it will brew in it, and then after nine different miasma bonuses, it will be returned.

"Boom !!"

The barbarian man slammed into the nine-colored cloud miasma, detonating the nine-colored brilliance and exploding violently.

Not only did it fail to blast open the shield, but it was bounced back and slammed into front of the military formation in the sky of calamity, smashing the ground full of cracks.

When he got up and looked up, he saw Ying Yonglin's face was light, while the silver-armored young man Song Yanqi couldn't help but smile.

The barbarian man Tuoba Mastiff blushed, crawled up, and couldn't say anything, so he had to curse in his mouth:

"Damn! Damn! I hate these people who play with formations the most, and my heart is dirty to do this!"

Ying Yonglin listened, and the hand that was just about to raise it to set up the formation trembled slightly.

Song Yanqi on the side laughed when he heard this, his body was shocked, and he raised the spear in his hand high.

"Hahahaha, General Tuoba's martial arts are too solid, it is really difficult to break this formation, let Yanqi try it for you again. ”

As he spoke, the spear in the hand of the silver-armored young general gathered wind and thunder, condensing one pure and powerful power grid after another, breaking through the air at an extremely fast speed, and bombarding the nine-colored miasma cloud cover.

However, even though this spear kept spinning like a drill, causing the sky to tremble violently, it was never able to break through the seemingly weak and weak nine-colored cloud miasma.

In the end, the miasma of the city flicked suddenly, and the silver spear returned the same way and was bounced back, and the volley rotation was actually based on the position where the barbarian man was standing......

"What the hell am I ......"

Tuoba Mastiff watched the spear fall towards him, and the whole person couldn't help but curse.

However, before he could fight back, Ying Yonglin, who was sitting on horseback behind him, had already moved.

The right hand slowly danced in the air, and the wind rose on the ground, and suddenly a whistling wind appeared.

The wind swept up the yellow sand, and the howling wind and sand engulfed the seven thousand puppet soldiers along with the six generals, and an inexplicable force poured out of the yellow sand, taking Song Yanqi's silver spear into it.

Subsequently, the rolling yellow sand continued to expand, forming a ring to wrap the clouds and dust and the smoke and clouds above the clouds and dust in the center.

The water surface of the Yunjiang River, which passes through the cloud and dust capital, is shrouded in yellow sand, and stone pillars have risen one after another outside each section of the city wall.

Occupy the direction of the gossip, block the life and death of the eight gates, and climb hundreds of stone pillars on the ground, so that the clouds and dust are completely blocked in it.

Han Feng stood in the sky above the clouds and dust, and controlled the operation of the Jiuli miasma above the clouds and dust, seeing that the huge city was surrounded by yellow sand, but there was really no way.

He withdrew his palm and slowly landed at the head of the cloud and dust capital, his clothes fluttering.

Liu Minghua, Shen Can, Guan Shanyue, and Su Bo hurriedly greeted them.

"Master Han, what the hell is going on?"

Guan Shanyue was anxious and asked first.

Liu Minghua and even the officers and soldiers stationed at the head of the city couldn't help but look at Han Feng.

Although Han Feng's reputation in the Cloud and Dust Capital was indeed quite good, but when he suddenly returned, he was able to protect the whole city with this brilliant cloud, and no matter how he heard it, it felt like a story in a script.

Han Feng landed on the ground and was not idle, pinching the law in his hand, causing the Jiuli Miasma to change in the sky.

While pinching the seal, he replied:

"As you can see, this is the shelter formation prepared by the master of Jun Huaixu for Yunchen Du, with nine different kinds of heaven and earth flower miasma condensed into the purest essence of heaven and earth, and those who have not reached the first grade cannot affect the operation of the formation at all. ”

"So, we're safe now?"

The defender, Su Po, felt that he had grasped the crux of the matter.

Han Feng glanced at him and didn't answer.

And Liu Minghua shook his head:

"It's not such a simple situation, [Soldier Calamity Firmament] has suddenly appeared in the Leaving Country Martial Arts recently, and there are at least three strong people who have the power of the Yipin Heavenly List...... The monarch is trapped in Yuchen Jing, and the imperial court is too busy to take care of itself, and I am afraid that it will not be able to rescue it...... Wait until the giants of the skies of war come...... Even this formation can't shelter us......"

"What's going to be done?"

Su Po collapsed again......

"Hehe, the mastermind of the monarch is like a god, and he can calculate that we are besieged by Yunchen, so he can naturally calculate that he is besieged by the old king of the Sanskrit god, let's not worry~"

Shen Can is the kind of standard Jun Huaixu blind admirer in the Hanging Sword Division, he smiled and said to everyone.

However, Han Feng did not express his approval, but said lightly:

"You are happy too early, no matter what, the Sanskrit God is also innate in the world, who he wants to trap, even if it is the monarch, there is no way. ”

Shen Can: (#?Д?)

"This ...... Aren't we finished?"

"Not really. Han Feng finally finished all the tricks and stretched out his hand to the sky, "Isn't this the main thing going to rush thousands of miles to save people?"

As Han Feng pointed to the sky, the prayer banner scroll rose into the air, sinking into the core of the nine-colored cloud qi, absorbing the endless essence of heaven and earth.

Han Feng took advantage of this time to glance around at everyone and asked lightly:

"The great array of yellow sand outside seems to restrict flight, and you have any fast mounts to lend me to use. ”

"I! I have!" Su Bo hurriedly responded, "There is a [Ling Xuan Tayu] below, which was specially found to want to enter Yuchen Jing, if the main thing needs it, I can borrow it from you." ”

Han Feng was not polite, and simply said:

"Then thank you, please bring it. ”

"Huh!"

Su Po gave the order and hurriedly went to lead the horse.

Han Feng raised his hand again, and the prayer banner scroll in the sky, which had absorbed the essence of the most essence of heaven and earth, slowly sank and merged into Han Feng's body.

Jun Huaixu's special imprint in the letter paper left for Han Feng began to play a role, and slowly began to grow in Han Feng's body.

Patting Liu Minghua and Guan Shanyue on the shoulders, Han Feng instructed:

"The matter of Yunchendu, please, I will definitely rescue the master and bring back reinforcements. ”

Liu Minghua replied with the most usual habitual smile:

"Lord, there are many things that we don't know yet, so we can only tell you...... Be careful. ”

"Rest assured. ”

By this time, Subo had already brought the horse in.

This horse is worthy of a BMW ready to enter Yuchenjing, with strong limbs and long legs, red coat, and a small number of scales on its body that exude brilliant brilliance.

"Good horse. ”

Han Feng exclaimed, turned over on his horse, and finally instructed everyone:

"Jiuli miasma runs on its own, you can appease the people well, I will definitely go and come back quickly. ”

Everyone looked at the figure of Han Feng's imperial horse, and only felt that the hero's pride and courage were rushing towards them.

"Be careful!!"

The entire city, from Guan Shanyue, Liu Minghua and others, to various guards and soldiers, shouted one after another.

Han Feng slapped his horse and jumped directly from the city.

Behind the nine-colored clouds and smoke, the surging yellow sand in front of him roared.

"Go, too!"