Chapter 28 Escape

"Sneak attack." As soon as Zhao Haoran reacted, Ou Tu had already dodged. A beautiful ice flower bloomed in the place where he had just stood. His strength was the worst. He retreated more than ten feet before he felt that the chill had weakened a little.

Otu touched his head. Zhang Feng's strength was so strong that a sneak attack just now was very good. If he hadn't found Zhang Feng's movements, he would have been hit hard at this time.

Zhang Feng took a look in surprise. He didn't expect Ou Tu to be so alert. From the perspective of strength, it should be Zhao Haoran and Ou Tu's strongest strength, so Zhang Feng chose to attack one person and let the other party lose a certain combat effectiveness. In places as Broken Soul Mountain, it is better to fight as little as possible. No one knows when it will be. If there is a Reiki riot, no one can walk away unharmed.

It's not easy to deal with. Zhang Feng was a little unhappy. He didn't expect that young people to be so difficult to deal with now. When he was about 20 years old, it seemed that he didn't even have five-star strength. Three of these four people were actually nine-star souls. Are people so talented now?

Zhang Feng walked forward alone, and the disciples of Chaoshengtang behind him did not move, waiting for him to give orders at any time.

Zhao Haoran and others did not dare to move at all, but looked at Zhang Feng with caution. The advantage of thunderbolt is suddenness. It is obviously impossible to repeat the old technique. As long as the other party is prepared, it will certainly have no effect.

Zhang Feng's martial soul slowly appeared on his shoulders. Zhao Haoran felt that the air around him had become dry and cold, as if it was going to condense into ice. Haiya and Otu were slightly better, but Zhou Quan was a little unsuffocable and kept shaking all over. Zhao Haoran sent some soul power to his body before he improved.

Zhao Haoran could see clearly that there were two obvious moons on the white martial soul, and he was even more anxious. What should he do? He hoped that he could escape this disaster with the characteristics of the broken soul.

Zhang Feng pinched a strange formula in his hand. The water vapor slowly flowed in his hand, slowly forming pieces of hard ice, surrounding his palm, which was crystal clear and very beautiful, but Haiya's body was cold. At the same time, she could naturally see the power of this soul art. How strong is the power? Only the moon soul can do the ability to condense water into ice.

Judging from the speed of Zhang Feng's condensing water into ice, he is definitely a moon soul person immersed in this path for many years, which is more domineering than the damage of ordinary water soul art. If it goes on, there must be no chance for several people to escape.

"Brother Zhao, help me stop him." Although Zhao Haoran didn't understand, he still quickly sacrificed the sun wheel and flew to Zhang Feng's side.

A smile appeared on Zhang Feng's cold face, as if mocking Zhao Haoran's unresperation.

After "touching", the Yanglun seemed to hit something and returned along the same road, but this also hindered Zhang Feng and slowed down his casting.

Haiya took off her hairpin from her bun and rowed in the direction of Zhang Feng. A silver light appeared, like a late old man who flew over slowly. Otu also took the opportunity to take out the long stick and hit Zhang Feng's forehead with the roaring wind.

The silver line seems slow, but it reaches Zhang Feng earlier than the long stick.

Zhang Feng confidently blocked the silver light with his palm, and found that the ice on his hand was chopped in an instant. If he hadn't seen the machine quickly, I'm afraid his whole hand would have been cut in half.

"Galaxy hairpin?" Zhang Feng looked doubtfully at the hairpin in Haiya's hand. He had only heard it before, but today he saw it lightly. It is said that this galactic hairpin was refined from the water of the Milky Way in ancient times and specialized in all kinds of soul skills to condense water into ice. It can be said to be the nemesis of Zhang Feng and others.

Unfortunately, Haiya's cultivation is too far away, otherwise he can be killed directly.

Zhao Haoran glanced at the hairpin in Haiya's hand and his eyes lit up, "Sister Hai, where is your magic weapon fog cloud? Isn't it possible to take people to fly? We can pick it up and run away."

Haiya shook her head with a bitter smile, "That's the magic weapon I received. I wanted to use it to dominate the doorman competition, but it has already returned to the original owner."

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and looked a little gloomy. He thought he had thought of an excellent solution, but he didn't expect that it was just his wishful thinking, and he still had to continue to face the troubles in front of him.

Haiya sent out more than a dozen silver lines in a row. With the first lesson, Zhang Feng easily dodged. The attacks of Oto and Zhao Haoran were completely resisted, and I don't know what magic weapon he used.

Zhang Feng's soul art of "cold plum blooming" was still exerted. The ice fell from the sky, forming a six petals, covering Zhao Haoran and all four of them. A large amount of cold air gushed out of the petals, and the whole cave hall became foggy.

Zhao Haoran released the sinking at the first time, and the black aperture enveloped the four people, but the consumption of soul power was also very huge. He swallowed a biological elixir before recovering.

The four people gathered tightly together to barely resist the coldness brought by the blooming of cold plums.

Zhang Feng did not give up. Taking advantage of the opportunity that Zhao Haoran and the others had not reacted, countless ice knives spit out from Zhang Feng's mouth, and only the size of a thumb broke the defense of sinking in an instant. Zhao Haoran stood in front, and dozens of ice skates passed through his arm, but there was no bleeding at a strange time. Ice The cold of the knife has frozen the broken wound in an instant.

Zhao Haoran endured the severe pain and desperately smashed the ice knife in front of him with the sun wheel. Otu turned the long stick wheel into a circle. Zhang Feng saw that releasing the ice knife again would not have a good effect, so he stopped.

Except for many wounds on Zhao Haoran's body, the other three people are slightly better, but they are more or less attacked by ice skates. Their comprehensive cultivation is too low to play any role in this field. They are mainly resisted by these three people.

There is no way to go on like this. Sooner or later, he will be tortured to death by Zhang Feng? Zhao Haoran took out several thunderbolts and quickly threw them over. Zhang Feng and the eight disciples of Chaoshengtang dodged one after another and did not receive any impact, but the flying ash exploded in the center of the cave hall, and no one could see it clearly for a while.

Zhao Haoran dragged Haiya and said, "Let's go."

Otu and Zhou Quan followed closely. The four ran desperately to escape the pursuit of Zhang Feng and others. It was the stupidest way to consume in this cave hall. Obviously, Zhang Feng was not in a hurry at all. None of the eight disciples of Chaosheng Hall had taken action, and the four of them could not resist it.

"Chasing." Zhang Feng stepped on the ground and stepped more than ten feet away. In the face of the flying moon soul, Zhao Haoran and others were really slow.

"Bad, they have caught up." As Otu ran and reminded him, Zhao Haoran also felt it. He was anxious and a little faster on his legs.

"Leave it all for me." A huge ice wall appeared in front of Zhao Haoran, and he knew it was Zhang Feng's masterpiece without thinking.

"Fire dragon possession, blow it up." Zhao Haoran's face burst into blue veins and used all the soul power in his body.

The ice wall collapsed, but this moment was enough for Zhang Feng to catch up.

"Let's go, Brother Zhou." Seeing the inexplicable stop, Zhao Haoran shouted anxiously.

Zhou fully smiled palely, "If I hadn't dragged your speed, I'm afraid I wouldn't have caught up now. Brother Zhao, thank you. See you in the afterlife." After saying that, he threw a jade pendant at Zhao Haoran and ran in reverse.

Zhang Feng smiled cruelly and dared to run back to death!

Otu pulled the hesitant Zhao Haoran and continued to run forward. "Hurry up, we will soon reach the tight position of the cave. We will have a chance to escape in."

Zhao Haoran only felt a burst of pain and knew what his fate would be like without thinking.

Looking back, Zhang Feng hung a man on his leg, which was really thorough in the opposite direction.

Zhang Feng's face showed disgust, "What a nuisance. Get out of here." A slap was arranged on Zhou Quan's head, and Zhou Quan's seven orifices were bleeding, but he still held Zhang Feng's leg.