Chapter 356 Worry Clouds

At that time, in the Xuanhuang Dynasty, people were proud to show off their origins. Climbing dragons and knots was the atmosphere at that time. Some people always find out that their ancestors hundreds of years ago were so-and-so, and even the fact that they randomly recognize a celebrity in history as their ancestors, which is really a joke... Some people from a very small school are unwilling to show their origins in front of others. And some people from the big school always boast in front of others. I'm afraid that the world doesn't know where it came from. The four major sects in the world are Huayun Sect, Qingfeng Sect, Wansheng Church and Tianfu Hall. One door is the prison of ten thousand swords, known as one gate of four sects. It is the top existence of Xuanhuang Continent, known as the five holy places... There are also two unknown worlds. It is an extremely mysterious place. Few people in the world know...

The strength of a dynasty depends on how many people from the five holy places are cultivated. Therefore, the desert wild lion asked this question, and he was a little afraid in his heart. If Han Feng comes from any of these five holy places, today's matter will be a little difficult to explain. Therefore, when Han Feng said that he was from Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy, Tianmo Crazy Lion put down a big stone in his heart. There is no reservation between the hands...

"It seems that I'm going to use my blade." The desert lion's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes flashed with a cold look, "Kid, you should be proud. This general will only use my blade on the battlefield.

While talking, the desert lion grabbed his right hand in the air, and a silver light was dazzling. He already held a strange blade in his hand. Han Feng looked at it, but he knew him. It is the most domineering blade in the weapon spectrum: Fang Tianhua halberd. This is a blade that can only be used before the confrontation between the two armies. The top of Fang Tian's halberd is the blade of the gun, one end is the axe, and the other end is the blade. Whether it is horizontal or vertical thorns, it can hurt people. It is a kind of heavy blade. Those who choose this kind of blade must be amazing and extremely strong in physical cultivation...

The square painting halberd in the hands of the desert lion is different from ordinary things. The handle is about six feet, which is thick, and the fetal back is dark. Obviously, the blade tip is thin, shining with bright silver brilliance... At a glance, it is not only strange, but also gives people a sense of domineering. It looks unusually heavy...

Such a heavy thing, the desertion lion actually held it with one hand. At this time, his momentum unexpectedly soared again, and a murderous spirit gushed out of his body, like a demon god from hell...

"Haha, it's not a loss for you to die at the hands of this general today. From then on, people all over the world knew that there was a boy named Han Feng... Haha..." I don't know how many people died under his heavenly painting halberd. In particular, his blade was soaked in the sea of corpses and blood on the battlefield. I don't know how much evil spirit has been absorbed, and there is a deterrent spirit in people's eyes. If you haven't had a hard time, it will make people feel scared...

Han Feng's eyes contracted and his heart jumped. Blood demon blade?" If some spiritual weapons kill too much, they will be stained with invisible evil spirits, so that there will be magic on the blade. It will develop towards the magic soldier. When it comes to a stage, this kind of blade will drink blood and appear magic. Become a magic soldier... It is even possible to cultivate a magic fetus. Become a peerless magic soldier. His ** divine consciousness actually felt a sense of danger from the body of this Tianhua halberd. However, this thing is obviously still in the primary stage, far from reaching the level of practicing the magic fetus. Even so, Han Feng felt that his whole body was about to get goose bumps. A sad cloud and mist overflowed in the air, and the falling rain surrounded the desertion wild lion a few feet away, as if he was afraid of being infected with the invisible evil spirit...

When his heart moved, Han Feng laughed, "Good blade, but if you have to rely on the blade to win, I'm afraid you're wrong." When he spoke, Han Feng stretched out his hand slowly, and the palm of his hand was facing up. He shouted, "Come out." A black light suddenly flashed, and the magic axe Xing Tian suddenly appeared in Han Feng's hands.

When the Xingtian magic axe appeared, Han Feng felt that the invisible pressure he had suffered suddenly eased. An invisible force came from Xing Tian's body into Han Feng's sea of knowledge, and his whole body was also covered with a layer of black light. Han Feng's temperament has changed strangely, just like entering the vast night from the bright noon. Han Feng became evil and domineering. A breath above the world emanated from his body. The fierce evil spirit is no worse than the square sky painting halberd in the hands of the wild lion, and there is even a trend above it...

However, the strength of the blade also has a great relationship with the holder's martial arts cultivation. People with strong martial arts cultivation, even if they are rotten things, can perform the changes of heaven and earth and hurt people thousands of miles... As a mediocre person, even if he holds the most powerful blade in his hand, his power is limited...

The desert lion Bismarck faced by Han Feng is the peak of gas gathering, which is only a line away from the virtual world. He himself is in a state of gathering and perfection. The two are one step apart. You should know that there is a difference between heaven and earth at one step. The more you go up, the more difficult it will be. For example, climbing to the top, one step difference is heaven and earth...

The eyes of the deserted wild lion swept over the dark and inconspicuous axe in Han Feng's hand. But there was a bang in the arc of the heart without any warning. His eyes subconsciously narrowed. Intuitively, the Xingtian in Han Feng's hand brought him an extremely dangerous feeling... After a while, a fiery and greedy look emerged from the depths of his eyes.

A voice screamed in the heart of the desert lion, "Kill the person in front of you, this treasure is your own." He was originally a ferocious man and collected treasures all his life, especially the blade. There is no shortage of killing and grabbing treasures. At this moment, this idea has been uncontrollably born in his heart...

"Gun over your blade, and I will spare you immortality."

The Desert Lion Bismarck shouted loudly. Han Feng's eyes flashed coldly and said coldly, "Come and get it."

The square sky painting halberd in its hand and smashed a bloody stone under its feet. The body turned into a huge shadow. Flying to Han Feng out of thin air, Fang Tianhua halberd hit Han Feng fiercely... He shouted: "Finger to the sky and the earth."

This time, Han Feng did not wait for the rabbit. As soon as the other party started, Xing Tian in his hand had turned into a black streamer. The fierce evil spirit gushed out and struggled to split towards the other party's Fang Tianhua halberd... It's like crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, but walking alone and unruly... The two launched countless attacks in the air. Each has their own tricks, and they can't stop attacking...

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In the unknown pavilion, Fengshen is watching with relish. From time to time, he said, "Okay, the power is heavy, and it's wonderful. Oh, I'm almost able to cut off his ears... What a pity, what a pity..." He turned to Li Jingtian, the national teacher who had been closing his eyes and said, "Well, do you remember when you were young?" Li Jingtian did not open his eyes, but the fierce fight between Han Feng was as vivid as it happened in front of them. For a long time, he said, "Well, this stinky boy is always unexpected. A perfect state of gathering gas and the peak state of gathering gas launched an attack, and it did not fall behind at all, indeed...

"Ha ha, do you regret not choosing martial arts as the main practice, but chose Fu Dao as the main body of your cultivation..."

Li Jingtian, the national master, snorted coldly, and Fengshen's ears beat twice and obediently closed his mouth. You should know that the combat skills of some immortals are not very high, and some low-level physical practitioners can easily kill a immortals. In some ways, the gap between the two cannot be calculated...

For a long time, Li Jingtian said to himself, "Therefore, there is a specialty in art, but this sentence is a little reasonable. There are short and long feet..." Fengshen laughed...

Han Feng and the desert lion hit from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the black clouds. The turbid rain washed away the mess between heaven and earth. Han Feng has burned three types of anger in the sky: thousands of mountains and rivers, I walk alone, magic axe across the sky, raise fire to burn the sky, and cycle several times, but still let the other party easily resolve it. Between the operation of the Fangtian painting halberd in the other party's hand, it was harmonious and vigorous. It seemed that he could predict the fall of Han Feng's axe every time... He couldn't help but be slightly anxious, but he didn't know that the anxiety in the heart of the deserted lion was stronger than his. His painting halberd sinks into the sand, a total of 13 moves, all of which are murderous moves, extremely domineering. However, there is a sense of powerlessness in front of Han Feng's Xingtian magic axe. The two hands are intensified, and the battle situation becomes more intense... The sound of weapons colliding is like a landslide, deafening...

The violent sound in the air makes some people with low skills unbearable. Sitting on the ground with closed eyes and cross-legged, someone's mouth has overflowed with a little blood, and obviously his internal organs have been damaged. In the nameless pavilion, Fengshen saw the truth. He said, "I always like to watch the bustle. Maybe I will lose my life." As he spoke, his fingers drew a cyan rune in the air. The rune only stayed in the air for a moment and then turned into nothingness. Disappear. Above the four-cornered sky on the high platform in the distance, the power in the air fluctuated slightly. The fluctuation is so small that it is difficult to detect. The violent sound between Han Feng and the two of them actually disappeared a lot. Many injured people feel extremely depressed and feel much more comfortable. But they didn't know that someone had secretly taken action to save them...

Li Jingtian smiled slightly at the corners of his lips and did not open his eyes. He said, "You are always kind and vain. I don't know that everything is a dog in heaven and earth, and the coming and going of a person's life is always God's will..." Fengshen smiled and said, "Buddhist Taoism, saving people's lives is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Now that I saw it, I couldn't help itching... Ha ha..."

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, his eyes condensed slightly, and the war situation in the distance attracted him.

"Boom."

The black clouds rolled furiously, and countless turbid raindrops turned into fog and evaporated away. After the two figures collided in the air, they staggered back and fell to the ground in the wind...