First, the giant blade collided with the fat-shaped man's spiritual barrier, and a sound broke, and the barrier shattered. Then the fist prints hit the fat-shaped man's body. A rolling dust broke out, and a huge deep pit appeared for five feet. The man disappeared and there was no remains.

Under the huge energy, the man's ring brought by the man broke and burst out with a dazzling light. The clothes, spiritual essence, and several elixir and jade bottles were all destroyed by the explosion of the ring, turning into dust and floating in the air.

Han Feng suddenly saw the scene of Na Jie's explosion and was furious and said in his heart: "Premature." Mosquitoes are still fleshy no matter how young they are. Don't he know that he is very poor now? He must give a few more instructions afterwards.

As if he could feel Han Feng's thoughts, Shi Yuhua turned to look at Han Feng, a little helpless, stretched out his right hand, sorted out the long scattered hair behind him, looked at Han Feng with an apology, and then smiled with a dark face.

The three meanings of breaking the sky, closing the mountain, and breaking the gods are three great ways. The boxing seal is sacrificed, and I have it in the world. Who else can I do? Han Feng praised his good brother in his heart.

Shi Yuhua released his magic image and fought for only two breaths. During two breaths, these two eighth level spirit emperors had not taken action yet.

This is the Dharma image! After seeing the battle just now, the two no longer despise the Dharma image. Eighty-most of the Dharma image of their young master is mostly a fake person.

The cultivation level that this young man just released was the fifth level of the Martial Emperor. This realm was based on the Dharma image. Two breaths! Two breaths! The eighth level Spirit Emperor who had been through a hundred battles was destroyed to ashes, leaving no wreckage at all, which deeply shocked the two. The Dharma image was indeed as legendary, with terrifying magical powers that could double their strength.

The two of them felt fear in their hearts. They looked at Zong Shan and Lu Qingling, their plain faces no longer existed, and their fear was so deep.

"Let's take action quickly! If you don't take action, you two will be killed now." Han Feng watched the two spiritual emperors stop and the spiritual energy was not released, Feng Qingyundan urged.

The two eighth-level spiritual emperors were very distressed, with wolves in front and tigers in the back. They stared at them, and they could not escape the disaster, so they could only die.

Two fat-shaped men in silver armor went to their deaths with a rush of spiritual energy, facing each other, Zongshan and Lu Qingling.

Han Feng didn't care about the expressions of the two men. Since he joined Jietian and attacked him, the only fate would be death.

Han Feng watched the Dharma images of Zongshan and Lu Qingling.

Zongshan was like a yellow dragon, standing upright. A golden spear about twenty feet appeared in the sky, like a golden pillar that was rising to the sky, floating horizontally in the sky, rushing towards him like an arrow with supreme power. The eighth level spiritual emperor sixty feet away was a silver-armored fat man.

The great man naturally did not dare to underestimate him. Before the Zongshan Dharma image was released, he used the spirit technique of breaking the air sword. The blade was as huge as the eighth-level spiritual emperor who had just died, and slashed towards Zongshan.

The giant golden spear broke through the huge blade, and the blade broke and dissipated, making a violent explosion. The golden spear was even faster and its power was gone, and it blasted towards the tiny silver armored eighth level spirit emperor.

The Spirit Emperor finally understood why the comrade who had just now didn't hide, and he couldn't escape it. In the dark, the golden spear not only locked himself, but also the space around him seemed to become solid, and he was as if he was trapped in quicksand, moving slowly.

Under this power, I can only release all the spiritual energy that I can release and turn it into a strong barrier to comfort myself. There is no other way. The fate of my comrade just now is vivid in my mind, but it still cannot be dissipated in my mind.

Recalling the past, I and my brothers killed people, robbed, robbed, and killed countless people. I didn’t expect that I would have such a day.

The golden spear exuding supreme power did not give the man too much memories. As soon as he blew down, the gun light burst out instantly. The man's protective spiritual barrier hit the man hard. The yellow sand at the center of the man exploded in all directions, and a mass of yellow sand fog in a radius of seven or eight feet appeared.

Another scene that made Han Feng heartbroken appeared: under the huge energy, the ring brought by the Eight-level Spirit Emperor of Silver Armor broke and burst out with a dazzling light. The clothes, spiritual essence, and several elixir jade bottles were all destroyed by the explosion of the ring, turning into floating dust and floating in the air.

Can you still play happily? Why are all virtues like this? They are all prodigal sons. Isn’t the Lingyuan Pill fragrant? Han Feng is powerless to complain about anything. But he also knows that these two people’s magical figures have just been condensed and formed, and they have not retained their actions, so it is so.

After the golden spear attack, it disappeared out of thin air and was taken into his body by Zong Shan. He looked at Han Feng with a smile, as if he was showing off, and was quite happy that this magic image lived up to the ancient rumors.

The meaning of opening the sky and suppressing the gods is so terrifying. I admire you! I admire you! Han Feng praised his brother-in-law in his heart.

At the same time, Lu Qingling greeted another man, the eighth-level silver armor:

Lu Qingling's white dress with a white gauze, half of her face covering her veil, like a fairy in a painting, standing on the yellow sand with a slender jade. The willow leaves frowned slightly, and then a landscape appeared in the sky in front of her.

Five mountain peaks ten feet high are located in that space, three feet wide and fifteen feet long, and are bent between the five peaks, including short flowers and plants, dotted with the peaks and the earth.

This method is quite solid, like a real landscape.

This Dharma image was discovered by Lu Qingling based on the treasures passed down from the clan. The prototype is a mysterious weapon and ink painting.

The Eight-level Spirit Emperor of Silver Armor will naturally not be able to stand by. Even if he wants to die, Han Feng would not agree. Han Feng had the final say when and how to die.

The fat-shaped man in silver armor used the spirit technique of breaking the air sword. Like the dead spirit emperor, the huge sword light attacked Lu Qingling. The spirit technique was released, and the man hurriedly used the spiritual energy in his body to release a large amount of spiritual energy, protecting it all around him, layer by foot thick solid barrier, like a ball of spiritual energy.

Lu Qingling concentrated his mind to control the Dharma image. A mountain and water Dharma image faced him, and a huge sword light. When the sword light was about to slash and the mountains and rivers, the entire river in the Dharma image soared into the air, like a water dragon, sweeping towards the sword light.

Water conserves all things, but also goes against all things. The water dragon that rises into the sky is extremely fierce and swepts the sword light into it. In the blink of an eye, the sword light disappears, the river returns to the mountains, slowly emitting waves, soft and beautiful.

The landscape magic image of the square disappeared in the original space, and the Eighth Level Spirit Emperor appeared above the head. The five peaks merged into one and turned into a huge mountain, which was more than ten feet high, and instantly fell to the point where the Eighth Level Spirit Emperor condensed, protecting the body and condensed the spiritual energy light ball.

The huge mountain peak was three feet away from the light ball, and the light ball could not bear the gravity of the road of this mountain. With a loud bang, it burst open. The man in the center of the light ball was washed away by this explosive energy.

The aftermath of the spiritual energy explosion around him was like a huge hammer, hitting the man. The man was extremely miserable. In an instant, several mouthfuls of scarlet blood mixed with internal organs were sprayed out, and the silver armor on his body turned into pieces and flew everywhere, and his body stood straight down.

Seeing this, the huge mountain where the five mountains merged into one did not fall to the man again. Lu Qingling took back his Dharma image. He looked at Zongshan with a smile, as if comparing the Dharma image of the two. It was obviously Lu Qingling's better. The higher the realm, the deeper the understanding of the Great Dao, and the power of the Dharma image will be exerted.

The meaning of the mountains and rivers, plus a trace of the meaning of the life, can be regarded as the three-character great way. Who said that a woman is not as good as a man? Now this person is much better than his brother-in-law. The daughter of the Huazong is worthy of his reputation. She is like a painting, and she paints into a Dharma image, a Dharma image, a landscape, and both offense and defense are rare! It is rare! Han Feng praised Lu Qingling in his heart.

The Dharma image and the realm complement each other. Those who enter the emperor can bless their own spiritual essence in the Dharma image. At that time, the Dharma image is completely possible. If you fight for yourself, the lasting time will be much longer.

In just over a dozen breaths, the Yinyi Youth saw the power of the Dharma image of Shi Yuhua, Zongshan and Lu Qingling. He was already stunned. This is the Dharma image. So what exactly is the thing he condensed? Why is it vulnerable to the young man's hands?

The dark young man lost all his soul, this is a genius! He is just a poor son who relied on his father's army. How about the Dharma? How about the great way? How about the strong? Nothing to do without his father, he is useless. The young man himself is no match for himself, even the weakest fifth-level martial emperor.

The young man with golden armor had the idea of ​​self-destruction in his heart, and slowly took out a dagger and cut it to his neck. A faint blood mark appeared, and a trace of red blood flowed slowly into the golden armor along his neck.

Han Feng did not stop him and looked at the woman in a civilized halberd, fighting against the two Nine-level Spirit Emperors.

After hearing two loud noises, the two took out their free time to look at them. The three comrades died, with the rolling yellow sand below, which could not be dissipated for a long time. After a hurried look, the young master was already in a pool of blood, holding a dagger in his hand.

"Young Master! Avenge the Young Master!" A silver armored ninth-level spiritual emperor, a fat man shouted grief and angry. His aura instantly rose, and he rushed to the woman in a civil-clothed dress who was attacking him.

Another Nine-level Spirit Emperor felt the man's grief and anger and also brought back the passion in his heart. He held huge spiritual techniques in his hand, constantly exported spiritual energy, carried a huge momentum, and killed the woman.

After the big man who shouted sadly and angry, he felt happy when he watched the woman face her comrade alone. The spiritual energy under his feet instantly thickened a little more, and he stepped out of the air and flew into the distance to avoid Han Feng and his group.

The woman was temporarily entangled by a passionate man and could not get rid of her body, so she could only fight together.

The passionate man felt that the woman's attack was even more fierce, but he didn't see his comrade attacking. He felt something was wrong in his heart. After he suffered a heavy blow from the woman, he flew backwards and looked in the direction of the comrade. He almost spit out a mouthful of hot blood, spitting out fragrance, and he could see his figure. There was no trace of silver phantom in the distance.

The passionate man was very angry. After being hit by a woman again, he sprayed out a mouthful of passionate blood.

The woman in white linen was decisive and cruel, taking advantage of his illness to kill him. She slashed her halberd, and the angry man who had been fighting for a long time was not one in ten spiritual energy in her body.

The man had not much spiritual energy left and was injured. His body speed became slower, and the slower speed between masters was a fatal flaw.

Sure enough, the woman held a long halberd in both hands and transformed into a afterimage in the air. The angry man could not avoid it. His head and long hair fell from the air like a grass ball.

Then the man who maintained a defensive posture fell down with his arms weak, and a headless wreckage fell from more than twenty feet above the sky and fell heavily into the yellow sand.

With the body of the headless and angry man as the center, a sand pit of a half-meter pit, the man lies quietly as he is in it. Without blood, no anger, no life. His life ends. The man bids farewell to the surrounding emperors in this way. Even if he dies, he will smash a piece of his own and buried his bones. It can be seen that this is a wreckage with stubborn thoughts.

Han Feng kept staring at the battlefield between the woman in a civilian and the two Nine-Level Spirit Emperors. When the grief and angry man escaped, Han Feng turned into a white rainbow and punched him out.

The man who was still complacent and survived the disaster was proud. A figure came to the back of the man. The man felt bad and had no time to react.

The body was still empty and the head was drooping weakly. I looked at a fist that was penetrated and traveled in front of my chest. Then I could barely hear a slight sound of breaking through the air, and I lost my life and death.

While Han Feng closed his fists, he took off the big man's ring with one hand and watched the man fall from a hundred feet high. This is also a remains with ideas. It was inserted straight into the yellow sand in the sky, and his head was sank into the yellow sand and disappeared.

Han Feng watched the man disappear with satisfaction, turned into a white rainbow, and rushed to the corpse collection site of the Heavenly Killing Corps.
Chapter completed!