Chapter 13 The Devil's Gate Suddenly

"It hurts!" Feeling that his head was slapped hard, Han Fei suddenly woke up.

Rubbing his head, Han Fei leaned against the wall of the carriage. When he opened his eyes, he saw a girl in red with her waist crossed.

The girl in red pouted her mouth, her ponytail is very cute, and her summer dress is slightly unruly. The cherry red mouth with big eyes is more cute.

"Huh, stinky guy, finally wake up!" The girl scolded Han Fei inexplicably, and then turned around and jumped out of the carriage.

Han Fei didn't know why. When she was about to open her mouth, the girl suddenly turned around, shook her ponytail and slapped him in the face.

The fragrance came to his nose, but Han Fei did not appreciate it at all, but frowned.

The sword power in the body and only 20% of the remaining spiritual power have all been restored to perfection, but the spiritual mind is damaged and cannot be mobilized for the time being.

There is obviously a huge power in the body, but there is no way to call it. Han Fei smiled bitterly.

He stood up, got out of the carriage, glanced at it, and suddenly saw the neighborhood clearly.

This is a small valley. A convoy of hundreds of people is stationed by a stream, and large and small tents are very conspicuous.

It was dusk at this time. The girl in red stood behind Han Fei and shouted, "Hey, stinky guy, have you slept for so long? Humph, I'm going to call you, damn it!"

After saying that, the girl in red came to Hanfei. Seeing that Hanfei was poor and scholarly angry, she couldn't help but be even more angry.

"Look at your appearance. You look okay, but you are very sour. Stinky scholar, the most annoying."

Han Fei was speechless. Just as he was about to ask where it was, a young man came over with a long cloth package.

The young man has a beautiful face, but he is powerful and extraordinary. When the girl in red saw him at the corner of her eyes, she was immediately overjoyed and said, "Jiliang, come and pull it quickly. Just in time to rest. I have two moves with me. I've been in the car all day, and I've been idle."

The little girl is active and unruly. This is Han Fei's first impression.

Jiliang frowned and said a little dodgedly, "This... Miss, dinner is coming soon. You'd better take a break first."

After saying that, Jiliang saw that the girl seemed to be angry. He immediately took two steps and cleverly avoided the girl's obstruction. He threw the long cloth package in his hand to Han Fei. Han Fei reached out and took it and opened it curiously. From now on, he felt a sharp spiritual fluctuation in the package, which was very familiar, but a little different.

As soon as the package was opened, a red scabbard appeared on Han Fei's hand. The red scabbard burned like a flame. Under the night light, it emitted a rushing flame, which suddenly attracted the eyes of countless people around.

"My Fengluan's scabbard!" The girl exclaimed, grabbed the scabbard in Han Fei's hand angrily, and said angrily to Jiliang, "Why did you give him my scabbard? Jiliang, what do you mean?"

Kira shrugged his shoulders and said, "The sword in the scabbard is his. I took it down with my hand, but it froze my hand in an instant and burned it for a long time to resolve it."

"What are you talking about?" The girl couldn't understand, and her face was even more angry. Just as she was about to speak, Han Fei smiled and said, "It turned out to be my blue crystal sword. No wonder it was so familiar. There was only sword spirit, but no cold air. It turned out that it was blocked by the strange scabbard."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and moved his weak spiritual mind. Although the sword power in his body was only a gentle swim, it also called the blue crystal sword.

Two breaths attracted each other, coupled with the call of cold air in Han Fei's body, the red scabbard held by the girl's hands suddenly jumped, and the blue sword covered by the scabbard flew out, drew an arc in mid-air and fell into Hanfei's hand.

As soon as he started the sword, Han Fei suddenly felt a familiar coldness and sword spirit coming from his hand. This is the breath of strange ice and the power of the gossip sword.

Jiliang also had the eyes of the girl in red and everyone around him. At the same time, he was stunned and looked at Han Fei in disbelief.

If you reach out, the sword will automatically fly out. Is this a fairy spell?

There is only one voice in everyone's heart, a voice that could not be thought of before.

After Jiliang was shocked, he was overjoyed. He has practiced martial arts for many years, and naturally he has seen many swordsmen. Those people waved their swordsmanship, their steps are tricky, and kill the enemy thousands of miles away, which can be described as horrible. However, today he saw an easy action of Han Fei, which achieved the realm of swordsman who had been pursuing for many years.

Who is this girl? How can the swordsmanship be so superb?

The girl in red rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and her beloved Fengluan's scabbard also fell to the ground.

"You... How did you do it? Can you teach me?" After the girl woke up, her eyes suddenly widened, and her eyes lit up around. Her lovely big eyes were like hunters, staring at the prey of Han Fei.

Looking at the girl's eyes, Han Fei felt cold behind his back and said, "This is not so studious, er...hehe!"

Kira grabbed the girl and stared at her. It's not right to ask about other people's martial arts.

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Han Fei sat in the middle of the crowd with embarrassment, eating delicious dry food. Being stared at by countless eyes around him made him extremely depressed.

"It seems that you really can't show your spiritual power in front of the world." Han Fei made up his mind to leave three ice explosion paper charms in the middle of the night, which he made immediately, and the power is three points smaller than the ordinary paper charm, because this is a magic spell paper charm, which can be used by ordinary people, as long as he chants the spells. He wrote the spell on a piece of paper and rushed away before dawn.

He walked freely, but he didn't know that they would meet again in the future.

At dawn, Han Fei had already walked through several valleys and came to a strange and rocky place.

"Bang!" Suddenly, two dazzling lights suddenly burst into the sky, one red and one gold, suddenly beautiful.

However, Han Fei, who has recovered some spiritual thoughts, can feel it from the aura of heaven and earth. The red and black light is full of great resentment. At afar, Han Fei can ask about the pungent smell of blood.

Golden light, at a glance, Han Fei suddenly felt that the pores of his whole body were stretched, and an indescribable sense of beauty surged into his heart. The sacred and magnificent breath came to my face.

"Someone is fighting!" Han Fei judged the situation in an instant and was about to quietly go over to watch the battle, but the change suddenly appeared.

There seems to be a pair of eyes in the blood-red light in the sky, looking towards Han Fei.

"No, it's been found!" Han Fei was shocked and ran away, but the next moment, the blood-red light had shot at an unimaginable speed.

A red in front of his eyes, Han Fei's intuition seemed to be soaked in blood. The next moment, his neck tightened, and he had been picked up tightly.

"Uh-" The neck was strangled, his breathing was blocked in an instant, and the pain in his neck made his limbs struggle.

"Jie Jie, little baby, the more you struggle, the more painful it will be." A strange and gloomy sound came into his ears, and Han Fei was instantly excited and immediately stopped struggling.

Fang was captured and struggled unconsciously. Now he calmed down, and suddenly the cold sweat kept oozing out behind his back.

The blood-red fog dissipated, and Han Fei's snow-white pupils saw a middle-aged man. The man's face was gloomy, his pupils were deep concave, and the dreary and frightening pressure and evil spirit felt that he was about to crack at a glance.

"Ji Jie, old monk, let's see how you do it now?" The middle-aged magic man smiled and smiled at the old monk who fell on the ground.

The old monk in a jacket was kind-looking. He looked at Han Fei with regret and said with a bitter smile, "Amitabha, devil, you let go of the little benefactor, and the old man won't stop you from going."

"Ji Jie, old monk, I can't help you now." The middle-aged demon Xiu laughed and his hands were tight. Han Fei suddenly ate pain. Because he didn't breathe for a long time, his face turned red.

"Puff!" The heart lacks oxygen, and it is already beating faster.

"Amitabha, let him go quickly." Seeing the pain of Han Fei, the old monk's face changed greatly. In their eyes, a cold mortal can't stand such sins.

They didn't know that Han Fei had secretly adjusted his inner breath. The air of different ice covered his whole body, and outsiders could not feel it at all. Even the middle-aged man who clasped Han Fei's throat could not notice it at all.

Jian Yuanli is running endlessly in the meridians. Just a moment, he will be able to sneak up and break free from this man's claws.

"I'm not so easy to talk to. If you hand over the spiritual stone soul crystal, maybe I'll let him go!" The middle-aged man's eyes were beating with blood, staring at the old monk. He didn't notice that Han Fei, who was carried by him like a chicken, had changed his face.

Han Fei's eyes turned ice white, and his face turned ferocious and twisted.

The murderousness and hatred of hatred broke out violently. The cold sword spirit tornado blew up, and the cold blue and white sword spirit suddenly flashed, and the lightning surged into the sky and turned into huge waves.

Cold! Kill! Heavy!

The violent killing intention is like the big mouth of a giant beast, and the hatred of the sky is like the domineering giant sword.

What a murderous thought this is! What a cold hatred.

At first glance, when he heard the three words of Mosha Gate, Han Fei was no longer under control. The four years of killing thoughts accumulated in his mind surged out. The domineering sword spirit was like a fierce water of breaking the dike, mixed with Han Fei's indisputable hatred and murderous spirit.

The sudden appearance of cold sword-killing spirit and hatred surprised the old monk. In the face of such violent and uncontrolled murderous thoughts and hatred, their faces changed greatly, but they did not panic.

Hate so much! Killing and violent! The sword is cold. But what about this?

Han Fei's own strength is not high, only in the middle of gas refining. In the face of these two people who do not know their identity, there is no threat at all.

After the old monk was stunned, he reacted in an instant. With a big hand, the magic wand turned into a golden light, and came to the magic cultivation like lightning, regardless of the huge wave of sword spirit falling behind him.

Mo Xiu also ignored Han Fei's sword spirit. He made a move in his left hand, and a black flag appeared, on which the black resentment skeleton loomed.

He waved his hand, and countless skulls suddenly rushed out of the flag and collided with the old monk's magic wand.

As soon as Pu touched, the sky suddenly burst into a muffled thunder, and Han Fei was stunned in an instant.