Chapter 64 Magic Axe Across the Sky

It's really a vicious battle, and the torrent of power in the air is washing away this world. The turbulent and angry waves seemed to slap away the dark clouds. The muffled sound exploded on people's heads from time to time.

Since leaving Qingcheng, Han Feng hasn't played so smoothly. Fisting to meat, each of them made strange moves, and both of them have already made a real fire.

What surprised people was not that Nangong was a descendant of the Nangong family. Since he walked in the world, he had naturally reached a level enough to deter the world, but Han Feng could not fall behind when he fought against this famous prince of the family, which shocked people.

I don't know when it was completely dark. The surrounding has been lit with blazing torches. Wuhuang City is located in the northwest of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, where the climate is humid and sultry and rich in oil bamboo. Oil bamboo, as the name implies, contains a lot of bamboo oil. People here have picked it for torches. The fire is strong and long-lasting, and a torch can burn all day and night, which is very amazing. At this moment, hundreds of huge torches lit up the night sky. Heaven and earth are like day. The rising flames made the scene more spectacular. Thick clouds of smoke enveloped the world, and the pungent smell of oil smoke flowed around.

"Bang."

A dull sound sounded in the air. The two people in the air suddenly separated. It folded down from the air and fell on the high platform. Han Feng has torn ** and has a blood-red palm print on his shoulder. The strongly corrosive palm has completely shattered the surrounding clothes. Revealed the injured skin. Obviously, he suffered a heavy blow just now. Nangong's face was blue and white, and his hair was messy, but he looked better than Han Feng.

Han Feng quickly adjusted his breathing power and found that the operation of the original force in his body was not hindered. Except for the painful pain in the injured shoulder, there was no other discomfort, which relieved me. After adjusting his breath, he unexpectedly found that a cool airflow rose from the Qihai Dantian field and spread to the injured place. After several breaths, the injury was mostly healed. Most of the blood-red palm prints have also faded. A breath of depression slowly spewed out, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his face.

"You, are you all good?" There was surprise in Nangong's boundless tone. This extremely vicious palm did not bring great harm to Han Feng.

There was a trace of solemnity in Nangong's infinite eyes, but he covered it well and said lightly, "I can't help but say that you surprised me. A small Qingcheng can be regarded as a disciple with you. Unfortunately, what you met today is me..."

After a long fierce fight, Han Feng brought him an incomparable shock. The realm of Nangong has reached the top level. Although it is not the most powerful one in the Nangong family, it is also in the palm of one hand. Therefore, there has always been a genius aura on his head. Originally, he thought that this task was not an easy task. Unexpectedly, in his opinion, Han Feng was just a superior state of refining, but it made him fight for a long time. If he remembers correctly, this should be his state ten years ago. Finally, he was forced to use the secret of the Nangong family: the blood demon magic power, which gave Han Feng a palm, but this kind of magic power needs to be used to achieve the perfection of the realm of transformation. Obviously, he still can't achieve it. In fact, the damage to himself by forced transportation is not much less than that of Han Feng, but people can't see it on the surface.

Han Feng was obviously at a disadvantage in a day's fierce battle, but he was not defeated. On the contrary, it aroused his fighting spirit. Especially in the end, he became more and more brave. The strange rotation of the two beads in his body not only did not dry up, but also had a surging feeling. This greatly increased his confidence.

"Is there a lot of nonsense, is it the problem of the disciples of the family?"

Han Feng said lightly, and there was no scruples in his words. After a fierce battle, the pride and coldness in his bones began to ferment.

Nangong's infinite face gradually darkened, and the cold light in the depths of his eyes was chilling. Since his birth, he has been held high in the sky. Several people have said an important word to his face.

"Very good. You dare to say such a thing to my face. I hope you still have such courage later."

Nangong's handsome face had no smile at all. Reaching out his hand, a cold light suddenly appeared in his hand. People stared at it and saw a strange blade shining blue in his hand.

It is a sword-like weapon, with two sharp blades. The only difference is that the second blade is longer, and the front sharp blade is inverted. The middle part of the weapon is curved with a thorn, narrow and blood tank. The weapon shook tremblingly in the wind, giving people the feeling of a strange poisonous snake.

When the strange weapon was held in Nangong's countless hands, his temperament changed in an instant. At the beginning, the handsome and elegant prince seemed to have become a gloomy and unpredictable demon, and a wisp of cold and cruel breath filled the whole audience.

A trace of smile on the beginning of the corner of Nangong's mouth, touching the skin on his eyebrows and slowly floating on his originally handsome face, giving people a ghostly feeling.

"Hum." The wind blew through the frightening strange blade, causing goose bumps to make people with weaker martial arts.

"You shouldn't let it appear. Even if it's too late to regret it now. Listen, this is its excited tweet. It is eager to drink the sweet blood on your body. Its name is blood drinking."

The eyes of the owners of several courtyards in the distance were solemn, and the blood-drinking blade brought a sense of danger to them. The special envoy of the Holy Emperor named Fish Mystery stared fixedly at the strange blade and said, it seemed that the prince of the Nangong family was really anxious...

The sharp sound came from Nangong's countless throat, and then went straight to the nasal cavity, giving people a strange feeling. A tingling made Han Feng's heart begin to contract, and he knew it was a dangerous warning. Now Han Feng's sixth feeling is abnormal**. Whenever his life is in danger, his body will have a very strange feeling. Han Feng subconsciously felt stiff in his heart.

"The magic blade drinks blood."

With a loud shout, Nangong had a strange smile on his face, and a sharp hum suddenly resounded through the sky. People's faces suddenly changed color, and the shrill cry of the strange weapon made people cover their ears. People with weak martial arts feel that their ears are deaf for a moment. At this moment, a flying night bird suddenly fell not far from the high platform. It actually broke the heart and died with the strange sound.

Han Feng subconsciously retreated, his mind moved, and Yuanli closed the harsh sharp sound. After the separation of the mind, a cold light had become closer and closer in Han Feng's eyes, which made him feel unprepared. His left foot bent slightly, his body turned sharply, and the blue light with a harsh strange sound passed through his chest in an instant.

Nangong's countless figure appeared in a place where his chest was cold. Han Feng only felt that his chest was cold. When he looked down, the black long coat on his chest had broken and opened. At least, Han Feng dodged in time and did not hurt his skin. But Han Feng has sweated coldly. The speed of the other party is faster than the rotation of people's eyes and the speed of people's nerve response.

"Kill."

A sharp roar broke through people's eardrums, and Nangong had disappeared in place. Han Feng was shocked. With his sensitive intuition, his body flashed sharply. Where he had just stood, drinking blood came like a blue electric current piercing through the void. The power in the air did not fluctuate at all. The strange breath makes people tremble silently. Han Feng could avoid the key points of his body, and another broken wound appeared on his body. Fine blood beads oozed out of the long wound. A hot burning sensation spread all over the body from the wound. Han Feng's mind moved, and a cool air enveloped the wound and suppressed the burning pain.

People were a little stunned. With just two swords, Han Feng was injured by two wounds. It seems that Nangong's countless swordsmanship is really terrible.

"Take your life today to sacrifice this blood-drinking sword! You died unjustly.

There is an unconcealed murderous intention in Nangong's infinitely gloomy words. The blood buzzed and jumped in his hand, as if he had come back to life. The blue brilliance shone on his face, giving people a ghostly feeling.

There was a fierce color flashing in the depths of Han Feng's eyes, and he knew that the other party's murderous intention had reached the peak. A martial arts competition turned into a life-and-death struggle. People opened their mouths and looked nervously at the strange scenes on the high platform. Murong Ruxue felt a cold in the palm of her hand. The sweat has soaked the white clothes, and Yuanli began to run in the body in case of emergency.

"Bloodthirsty, kill!"

Nangong's infinitely thin body has appeared in the air, and a blue light flashed away, straight to Han Feng. The palpitated sound in the air was made in an instant. It's disturbing, like the prison of soul refining. This is Nangong's boundless move.

The people underneath covered their ears, and there was a fear in their eyes. Some of the disciples in Qingcheng couldn't bear to see and had closed their eyes. Murong Ruxue was about to jump when a voice came to her ears. Looking around, it was Xi Zhong, the deputy head of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy. He shook his head slightly at Murong Ruxue, and the solemnity in her eyes made her pause. At this time, a strange noise had already come.

"Bang-bang."

It was like someone covering the ringing gong with his hand, and the loud sound stopped abruptly. Murong Ruxue hurriedly turned around and looked at the two enemies. An unbelievable picture jumped into her eyes. She could hardly believe her eyes.

Nangong's boundless move was fixed in the air...

The strange sword pointed forward in the air, and Nangong's immeasurable right hand was tightly grasped on the hilt of the sword, but it could not be stabbed out. Because there was a mountain-like breath in front of him. Han Feng was holding a huge black axe between his hands. There is nothing surprising about the black axe. The whole body is dark and dull, like a dilapidated kitchen knife. But there is a heavy feeling in Han Feng's hand. Han Feng's hands were straight, and the black axe was flat in front of him. The black axe blade is facing Nangong to drink blood innumerable quantities. This is Han Feng's punishment.

Although it is only a simple move, the black Xingtian is like a huge mountain prison across the world. It sealed all the way forward from drinking blood in Nangong's infinite hands.

Magic axe...

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