Chapter 389 The Power of Purple Power

In the void, there is no shadow of purple electricity at all. Han Feng's heart couldn't help sinking. Just when his heart was a little gloomy, a small yellow figure suddenly appeared slowly in the sky like magic. Its body is still so light, with a proud purple glow in its small eyes, staring at the big black man in front of it...

Obviously, I felt the difference in this aspect, and the rough voice of the Yasha King came. What's the matter, old black? Why don't you do it yet? King Yecha was very dissatisfied that his men had not killed a weak human until now. This makes his face be placed in front of the demon queen and the lonely soul... I think that my subordinate was famous for his murder in the demon world...

In the roar, the black giant's black iron stick turned into a more dazzling light curtain, bringing a overwhelming roar to the purple electricity... The surrounding space is slightly distorted. In the face of absolute power, everything becomes nothing...

Han Feng shouted fiercely: "Zidian, hide quickly!" The strong power of the other party made him feel a sense of silence. But in his shocked eyes, Zidian's small figure suddenly floated towards the curtain of light...

Seeing Zidian's small figure get into the light curtain, simply without any skills, going upstream in countless stick shadows, a small figure is like a fallen leaf, walking in the cracks of the other party's stick shadow... Han Feng's eyes have been wide open. This purple electricity is too strange. What kind of skill is this? Extremely simple but extremely dazzling, which has exceeded Han Feng's cognition. This little purple electricity seems to have mastered the most mysterious rules of heaven and earth. The black giant looks like an infinitely powerful move, like hitting the air, powerless... He did not dare to relax, because he knew in his heart that if his stick shadow slowed down slightly, his end would be miserable...

Han Feng didn't know, but a pair of shocked eyes stared at the scene in the distance. The owner of the eyes is Li Jingtian, the national teacher. Just now, when the black man rushed over, he wanted to take action, but it was too late. Especially when purple electricity appeared, it made him feel a sense of trembling. He also couldn't figure out what kind of warcraft the little guy who saved Han Feng at the most dangerous time. However, he can be sure that the purple electricity in front of him must be extraordinary... Therefore, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. I want to see what other cards Han Feng has. Especially the three more terrible demons in the air are the focus of his real concern. If you are not careful, I'm afraid that today's Xuanhuang Academy will become a sea of corpses and blood... After all, he still knows which is more important than Han Feng and the owner of the college. Li Jingtian, the national teacher, will not take action unless he has to. On the contrary, the longer Han Feng dragged, the more relaxed he felt...

"Kid, I hope you can be more blessed. Everyone will thank you..." Li Jingtian, the national teacher, closed his eyes slightly, and an unspeakable emotion surged in his heart. He is not sure how long Han Feng can last... He suddenly opened his eyes and shot out with fine light. Li Jingtian, the national master, suddenly turned around. He was already organizing people to retreat from the secret road...

Zidian walked in the shadow of a mountain of sticks and finally got closer and closer to the black man. The black man was already regressing. A huge stick shadow hit in the air, turned his head and ran away... A scream penetrated people's eardrums. The purple electricity in Han Feng's eyes suddenly disappeared, and then a more sad roar exploded above the sky...

An endless bloody rain poured down, and the square in front of the Zixu Hall was dyed red. Looking at it again, the black man had disappeared in the square, and he had escaped in the air...

Han Feng was surprised and suddenly felt a fluffy little thing getting into his arms. Looking down, I don't know when Zidian has appeared in his arms. Zidian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fluffy little face looked depressed...

With a stir of heart, Han Feng's wrist, several blood-red fire crystals have appeared in the palm of his hand. The little guy seemed to be very hungry and held the flint in his arms. The small mouth was attached, and it didn't take long for the flint to turn gray color, and the energy inside had been swallowed up...

Zidian looked much better. Han Feng relaxed a lot. Just as he was about to speak, the little guy's figure flashed and suddenly disappeared. Han Feng knew that it would sleep in the Xumi bag again, and it would take a period of time to recover. He was a little relieved. At this time, a fierce roar suddenly came, and the clouds in the sky rolled like boiling...

Han Feng was shocked and was about to escape, but he suddenly felt that the surrounding air was pressing on his body like a mountain.

"In prison?!"

Han Feng did not hesitate. His heart suddenly moved, driving the power in his body, rushing up like magma on the ground, and Xing Tian in his hand was like a black lightning. Crossed towards the imprisoned air around him, and there was a buzzing sound. Blue sparks emerged from the rapid friction of the air around Xing Tian and Han Feng. Just like a blue fire snake fluctuates violently around Han Feng...

The confinement was forcibly broken by Han Feng. With this moment, his body floated out like a ghost...

When Han Feng had just left the original place, an isolated fist print formed by several feet of Yuanli fell from the sky, with a roar through the air, and hit Han Feng's position just now...

"Bomb."

The violent sound instantly enveloped the square in front of the Purple Virtual Hall, including the black clouds above the sky, trembling...

Han Feng, dozens of feet away, stared in shock at the place where he had just lived. At this moment, he has turned into a striking huge stone pit between the flying sand and stones. The surrounding stone walls are like knives and axes, neat and smooth... Countless stones instantly turned into powder...

"Wond!!" Han Feng took a deep breath. The fluctuating hurricane cut on his skin like a knife, making his body faintly painful...

Without waiting for Han Feng to take a breath, a thick voice rumbled in the sky, "You worm-like human, actually hurt the old black! Give me my life..."

The huge body of the Yecha King appeared from behind a thick cloud. His eyes were full of blood and violent atmosphere. A trace of ominous wind blew in Han Feng's heart...

There were bursts of shouting in the distance, pestering the four dimensions of the night fork king, and they were coming tightly. Just now, the four-dimensional array of heaven and earth formed was shaken back by the night fork king with a blow of Tianlei fist, and found Han Feng's side...

"Escape!"

The hurried voice of Fengshen came to Han Feng's ear. He turned his head and looked at him. Fengshen Nie Feng was staring at him anxiously, and his eyes were full of concern. Han Feng nodded slightly and shook his head again. What he means is very clear. The night fork king's attention in front of him was all on him, and it was too late for him to leave...

King Yecha looked at the four dimensions of wind, rain, thunder and lightning that quickly surrounded him again. He brushed the black sharp steel fork in his hand and hunted. He opened his mouth and laughed, "Since you are so entangled, I will show my real power. Let you humble human beings know that I have come back to the world..."

The violent and arrogant atmosphere of King Yecha makes people look sideways... Fengshen pointed with his hand and said, "The devil is one foot high, and the road is one foot high. King Yecha, you will definitely pay for what you have done today. It's not too late to retreat..."

"Real?"

Yasha King looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. In several breaths, the four dimensions of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, including Han Feng felt that the breath of the Yecha King soared a lot in an a flash. His original strength is slowly recovering... Everyone's eyes became extremely solemn...

things have become a little tricky.....

In the laughter, King Yecha's body slowly doubled. The overwhelming atmosphere enveloped Han Feng and others...

"Kid, when we play, you can run away quickly... We will do our best."

Fengshen's words came to his ears, and Han Feng raised the corners of his mouth, nodded without a trace, and his face floated with gratitude. At this time, a tragic cry came, and Han Feng turned his head and saw the middle-aged man who was playing with the lonely soul opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Obviously, the lonely soul had hit him just now. However, he can barely control the giant sword in his hand and deal with the other party. It seems that he will lose more and win less...

"Recomm on."

Yesha King's wild laughter exploded in the air without any tricks. The black steel fork in his hand turned into lightning and fell to the four dimensions of the wind, rain and thunder...

"Wind God."

"Rad rainstorm."

"Whip Thunder."

"Frightening."

Four angry shouts came from the wind, rain and thunder and lightning, and the green Pu fan in Fengshen's hand suddenly became bigger, drawing a mysterious trajectory in the air. The cyan wind element turned into countless sharp knives, and went down to the night fork king in the distance...

The rainstorm pear flower needle in the air is more meticulous, riding on the wind of Fengshen, covering the huge body of King Yecha more fiercely...

The whip in the hand of the thunder whip danced in the air, and the lightning jumped like a spirit snake, burning and pounced on the night fork king...

The snow sword in Handian's hand changed into countless snow-white sword spirit, suddenly tore through the void and split towards the face of the night fork king...

"Let's go."

Han Feng did not hesitate. His body turned into illusion. Under his feet, his body disappeared out of thin air. He was a decisive person, and it was useless for him to know that he stayed here. On the contrary, it adds a lot of burden to wind, rain, thunder and lightning...

"Gaga, do you want to go? Leave your life."

The black steel fork in the hand of King Yecha suddenly threw into the air, and the black steel fork suddenly changed into four shadows in the air. Like an entity, it can resist the four-dimensional blade of wind, rain, thunder and lightning...

At the next moment, his huge figure twisted in the void and disappeared...