Chapter 33 Life and Death Axe

F "raging"

Han Feng's roar was like a Thunderbolt, and his anger burned in his chest, and Yuanli began to rush forward in his eight strange meridians... The power he had accumulated for so many years was awakened by his strange magic axe cultivation method and spread from his hands into the magic axe punishment.

"buzz"

The magic axe made a strange sound in an instant, and a tangible edge burst out on the front of the axe, piercing the eyes. Han Feng felt that in the trembling of the magic axe in his hand, there was a desire to fly away, which was a warrior's bloodthirsty desire when the life-and-death war came.

The practice method of magic axe Xingtian is very difficult, and the requirements for practitioners are very high. It is required that the practitioners must have the support of extremely strong Yuanli. When Han Feng first got the magic axe, he did not have time to really practice the magic axe because he was eager to go out of the valley. On the way in a hurry, he only practiced for a primary practice, which was far from meeting the requirements. This time in a hurry, he only felt the original power of his whole body. It has been washed up, and Yuanli knows that the sea is like a dry desert. But an unyielding perseverance still supported him and would never give up until the last minute.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and everything is a dog... With the anger in your heart, it ignites all your power, bursts out infinite power, and destroys the heavens and the earth..." A strange message follows the cold axe handle of the magic axe into his meridian nerves, and follows his meridians and clearly enters his sea of knowledge. What is it? Han Feng didn't have time to be surprised, and he didn't have time to think about the information from the magic axe. Because the powerful attack of the thirteen-day demon boss has come to his face.

Countless fierce ghosts with the sound of sharp ghost crying, shining with magical brilliance, pouring down on Han Feng. The power of the sky is as suffocating as a muddy sea. Han Feng's eyes were full of horrible screaming fierce ghosts.

Since he couldn't see clearly, Han Feng slowly closed his eyes and felt the subtle changes in the flow of power in the air with his sensitive six knowledge. All sentient beings are illusions, what is true? Somehow this sentence suddenly broke into his heart. The power in the air flowed extremely fast and changelessly. The sound of ghost crying came to his ears, making people chill, ruthlessly attacking his body and consciousness, and making the latter fall into the nose hell.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, heaven and earth are not benevolent..." Han Feng muttered, and the cold axe handle of the magic axe was held in his hand, and countless pictures seemed to have broken into Han Feng's sea of knowledge: countless lives in the landslides were swallowed up like grass mustard; the princes and young ladies of rich families played against ice in the hot summer In the water, the farmers died of hunger in the dry and cracked farmland; the rich people sang and danced between the banquets, while the vegetable-like beggars died on the street like wild dogs, and no one buried them... Countless pictures, far and near, large and small, colorful black and white... flashed through Han Feng's sea of knowledge. For a moment, endless sadness soaked Han Feng's chest, and he only felt that his chest was tightly blocked by a huge stone as heavy as a mountain. What is this? A demon god without a head stepped on the earth, waved a huge axe in his hands, took ** as his eyes, took his belly as his mouth, roared like thunder, and went crazy to the sky... The mountain-like fighting spirit changed the sky and the earth burned. You can kill me, but you can't defeat me.

"Burn your power and burn this evil world!" A voice said to Han Feng. Burn! Burn! ......"Ah! ..." A strange roar suddenly came from Han Feng's mouth, like a beast roaring and thundering, like a deep mountain ape crying, and a vigorous fighting spirit burst out from Han Feng.

"Boom"

A heavy thunder sounded from the depths of Han Feng's body. He only felt that the power of his whole body burned, and the huge stone suppressed in his chest burst. The magic axe in Han Feng's hand spewed out a three-foot demonic edge at this moment.

"Magic Axe Opens the Sky"

In the thunderous roar, Xing Tian suddenly waved out of Han Feng's hand, and the axe shadows met the countless fierce ghosts.

The boss's eyes are shrinking, and the solemnness in the depths of his eyes has reached the extreme. What is that? The outbreak of this young man who seemed to have reached the critical point of collapse suddenly became so terrible.

At this moment, Han Feng's hands have all been held on the handle of the axe, and his footsteps are extremely fast. The wind formula of Tianxing has been exerted to the extreme, such as the axe of the mountain and the destroyed fighting spirit of heaven and earth filled the battlefield. Under the huge collision, the roaring explosion sound rolled like beads in this dark world.

When the mountain came, there was a tsunami, and when it went, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. During Han Feng's dance, the evil axe came, and the colorful light in the air was gone, and the world entered the darkness again, and the green ghost fire flew around in a mess. The sound of ghost crying gradually stopped, but Han Feng's momentum did not decrease. Xingtian, with the momentum of no return, turned his head and shot the boss of the thirteen demons angrily with a strange roar.

At this moment, the face of the thirteen demon boss has changed. He did not expect that he had gathered all the gen gods of the demons and performed the most powerful method of "ten thousand demons to eat souls", which was still broken by Han Feng.

"Evil, your brother is waiting for you at Naihe Bridge. I'll give you a ride." A cold shout sounded in the night.

The first understanding of the axe method made Han Feng's momentum reach its peak. He walked with an axe in the air, the long black hair on his head danced in the wind, his muscles drew a cold arc on his pale face, and his blade-like eyes were about to cut through the dark night in front of him.

"Gaga...ga" I don't know whether it's laughing or crying from the mouth of the thirteen demons, "Kid, do you think you can get out of this death array? Do you think you can get out of this darkness? You will eventually come down with my brother." The body of the thirteen-day demon boss swelled strangely, as if it were inflatable, and the strange screams in his mouth became stronger and stronger.

A ominous chill rose from Han Feng's heart. It's not good. He wants his original spirit to explode. Without any hesitation, Han Feng turned around and flew into the distance.

"Haha... The old man's crazy laughter sounded in his ear, and his huge body suddenly exploded. In an instant, cracks appeared in the huge power fluctuations in the space, and the huge waves raised by unparalleled energy hit Han Feng, who had just turned around. He was like a fallen leaf, roaring. The explosion floated to the cliff dozens of feet away.

After a loud bang, Han Feng's eyes darkened and lost consciousness. In the explosion, his body was thrown up again, like a boat that lost its direction in the furious waves of the sea, and was hit by the torrent to the bottomless abyss outside the cliff.

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At the same time, the man in blue in the depths of the mountain behind Fengling suddenly opened his eyes.

A magnificent voice said: "The surveillance man came to report. At three o'clock, in the depth of the Zhushen array, the sound of thunder continued to turbulence, and there was thick black smoke rising, but it was extremely dangerous, and it was difficult for disciples to enter and observe, so they had to report it quickly..."

"Continue to monitor and report anything." Qingyi is humane, and there is not much fluctuation in the deep voice.

"Yes, master." The magnificent voice came and was silent for a long time. It seemed that it had left.

The man in blue sighed and brushed his sleeves to roll up the six quaint copper coins on a low ebony table in front of him. At a glance, the three copper coins were facing up and three down, and the good or bad luck was between half.

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This is an ancient post road.

Many major events of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, such as the barbarian attack, the victory of the war, the emperor's accession to the throne and so on, are passed through this ancient post road that has been built for many years, connecting this remote southwest border with Wuyun City, the heart of the dynasty far away in the middle. I don't know how many horses and camels have died in the shuttle. The army, business travelers, wanderers... I don't know how many people have walked through this ancient road. The grass on the roadside and the unknown white bones that appear from time to time under the green grass seem to tell ancient stories.

The Tian Dangshan Mountains are a large mountain range across the Xuanhuang Continent. The mountains are strange, the cliffs are lined up, and the strange peaks are listed. The flat and open ancient post road suddenly turns here and begins to become narrow and rugged. It looks up and raises its head like a strange snake winding towards the distance, and has been accompanied by the gentle Shangjiang River flowing on the ancient post road. At this point, he also began to be irritable, roaring and clawing.

In August, the preface is Mid-Autumn, and a business travel team is staggering on the ancient post road. This team is not big. There are about dozens of big cars, and you can't see anything on the canvas. However, it looked very heavy. The leading scalper sprayed white foam on its mouth, slowly chewing the hay eaten last night, bowed its head, bowed forward, tied a rope straight, and walked forward laboriously. From time to time, it moaned once or twice to protest against the unscrupulous car owner that he was about to die of exhaustion and did not rest.

The driver was a strong middle-aged man in his forties with a beard, and his face was covered with wind and frost all year round. The beard threw a whip in the air fiercely, with a crisp sound, and then opened his mouth and said, "Lao Huang, don't blame me. If you don't earn more in this business, I can't bear to make you tired. Just bear it. Climb these mountains in front of you will arrive. I'll add two catties of refined material to your hay later." He turned his head and shouted to the back, "Brothers, come on, the breeze shop will arrive in half an hour." Later, he gave a weak answer. The middle-aged man continued, "Take a shower, drink and hug women happily tonight." OK!" The cry behind became loud, as if it had been beaten with chicken blood. This group of dogs* The beard shook his head and turned around and looked ahead.

He didn't see the Shangjiang water on the right side of the post road pushing a black thing ashore.