As the three evil giants tore apart the restrictions of the Future Mirror and fled far away, a large hole was opened in the golden network covering the Xuanjian Division's space.
The disciples of the four evil sects suppressed by the Xuanjian Division and the Righteous Way retreated like the tide and fled deep into the mountains.
Everyone in the Xuanjian Division followed Jun Huaixu's order to "pursue three thousand miles" and went out to cover up the enemy. They counterattacked the evil sect and each teamed up to chase down the lone evil sect.
Han Feng held the Cold Moon Sword and pursued a group of Gudu disciples into the deep mountains and jungles alone. He looked coldly at the high and low shrubs and observed the footprints left by the people in Gudu.
"How come these people disappeared without a trace after they got here?"
While Han Feng was wondering, a large net shrouded the forest, and colorful poisonous gas spread out nearby.
On the way to escape, these Dajiang Gang and Gudu disciples actually set up an ambush trap!
Han Feng jumped into the air and tried to escape from the fishing net, but another large net came down.
This is still a series of tricks...
Unable to escape, Han Feng's "Sword in the Snow Gua" took action. The Fengxue Sword Qi used the sharpness of Leng Yue's sword to cut through the Dajiang Gang's unique fishing net. The scattered Qi Qi simultaneously attacked the Dajiang Gang and Gu who were pouring out nearby.
All disciples.
A crowd of nearly a hundred people, including Dajiang gang men in short shirts and smart attire, and Wu Yangyang, a mysteriously dressed Gu poison disciple, were momentarily panicked under the attack of Han Feng's sword energy.
Han Feng took the opportunity to land and stood in the middle of the group of evil sect members, holding his breath and concentrating, trying not to inhale the poisonous gas nearby.
Suddenly a strong figure emerged from the crowd, shirtless, and punched Han Feng in the head.
Han Feng felt that the man's fist was full of fierce and turbulent Qi, and he did not want to confront him head-on. He leaned back and slashed at the man's left waist with his sword.
This strong man was as slippery as a swimming fish in front of Han Feng's sword. He turned around and retreated, standing next to the other two members of the evil sect.
One of them was also dressed in a short shirt, and the other was wearing Gudu's iconic black cloak.
Han Feng looked at the three of them coldly. The guy who had just attacked had water energy in his hands and a seventh-level cultivation level in his fists and feet. He was obviously the deputy hall leader of the Dajiang Clan.
As for the other two, one has a reserved spirit and is probably a sixth-grade hall master, and the other must be at least a seventh-grade figure.
These guys are worried about running for their lives... but they still have the guts to set up a trap. They are really audacious.
"Brother Sun, is this Han Feng really as valued by the Xuanjian Division as you said?"
The man in a short shirt who didn't take action just now asked coldly.
The poisoned man under the black cloak smiled coldly:
"Don't worry, Hall Master Jiao. According to the intelligence that our Gu capital has collected over a long period of time, this Han Feng has been enthusiastically sought after by the Xuanjian Division since the battle in Yanhua City, and he seems to be a rising star in the Xuanjian Division in the future.
This time the four sects jointly attacked the Xuanjian Division and failed, everyone must be filled with regret. If we can capture such an important person from the Xuanjian Division at this time, we will definitely be rewarded by the sect."
The evil sects understood it, and so did Han Feng. These guys wanted to be heroes who stopped losses, but they regarded themselves as soft persimmons.
This is really annoying...
"Hey, don't you know that I am the number one in the Hanging Sword Division [Feng Yun Dou]? It's just rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs like you, why don't you just catch them without a fight?"
Hall Master Jiao raised his eyes and looked at the cloaked man in surprise.
The cloaked man's voice was sinister and he said in a low voice: "Don't worry, Hall Master Jiao, we have already investigated it. Although Han Zhijian's status is not low, he is essentially an eighth-grade cultivation base. We have two seventh-grade practitioners here."
A first-grade martial artist plus you, a sixth-grade master, has nearly a hundred disciples. Isn't it easy to capture him quickly?"
Han Feng had just been hit and inhaled a lot of poison gas. Although he had body protection and practiced martial arts, he had no poison resistance. He was already a little dizzy. He ran "Zixia Secret Book" to start to drive away the poison, and said coldly:
"Are you able to catch me? You can go ahead and give it a try. If I can be caught by you today, my name, Han Feng, will be written upside down!"
Speaking of which, I have been an undercover poison agent for a period of time. I am the sword wielder of the Hanging Sword Division, and I am essentially the lord of the Heavenly Court. As for the name... I seem to be unable to get rid of the name of the family slave with the third surname.
Already...
The two evil disciples nearby were also worried that the troops coming to cover up the Xuanjian Division would discover the fighting here and besiege them tightly.
The harpoon combined with the poisonous insects makes the scene somewhat humorous.
It's just the cold glow on the top of the harpoon and the poison emanating from the Gu worm that makes people unavoidably frightened.
"ah!!"
A disciple of the Dajiang Gang who had accumulated a lot of anger during the battle with the Xuanjian Division held a steel fork and aimed it at Han Feng's throat.
Unexpectedly, Han Feng didn't even dodge at all. When the steel fork hit Han Feng's neck, it was like hitting a steel plate, just missing sparks.
Han Feng was unharmed. He raised his left hand and grabbed the top of the steel fork, throwing the Dajiang Gang disciple in front of him up.
The man and the fork were thrown by Han Feng like a meteor hammer, and they were swung round to form a circle. It was difficult for the two nearby disciples to get close.
Han Feng laughed loudly: "A bunch of gangsters still want to sneak attack on me. They simply don't know what to say and don't know whether to live or die."
"Oh? Really?"
The deputy leader of the Dajiang Gang who had taken action just now raised his palm and hit him again.
Han Feng no longer dodged this time, but directly threw the Dajiang Gang disciple towards the well-dressed man.
This man did not underestimate the friendship between his fellow disciples, and punched the Dajiang Clan disciple who flew over, sending him flying to the ground. There seemed to be a faint sound of his spine breaking in the process.
Han Feng didn't have the slightest doubt about this guy's ruthlessness. He held the energy in his hand and struck a sharp blow with the visitor.
Purple petals intertwined with blue waves, and the strong wind swept across!
Han Feng flew ten feet away and knocked down five Gudu disciples. He stood up and stretched his muscles without any damage.
The well-dressed man took three steps back and wiped out the corner of his mouth, and there was a trace of bright red blood streaming down his face.
In terms of palm strength, there may still be a gap between Han Feng and this person, but using the "Emperor's Qi Watching Technique" to beat him with internal injuries is definitely not a problem.
In terms of defense, Han Feng, who is responsible for the "Ultimate Hard Kung Fu" in the ceremony, is not easy to get injured.
"Tch, I hear you sound more crazy than the other, but in the end you don't have much ability."
Han Feng smiled disdainfully.
Finally, Hall Master Jiao took action, and a violent surge of energy swept through the air.
"Then how about you try my trick?"
The sixth-grade air wave hit Han Feng. Han Feng raised his palm and used the "Emperor's Qi-Wang Technique" to break it. However, the gap between the two levels was still too large, and Han Feng's hands were sore from the blow.
"How about it? So what if my kung fu is better than yours, Xuan Jian Si?"
Hall Master Jiao sneered twice and walked towards Han Feng.
Han Feng sat down directly at this time.
"No matter what, you can compare with me. Forget it, compare with Xuanjian Division... the difference is cloud and mud."
"Hahahaha, you are already sitting on the ground and have lost your will to resist, but you are still so stubborn. It's really funny!"
The well-dressed man from the Dajiang Gang laughed.
"Losing the will to resist...are you sure?"
Han Feng had a strange expression.
The fog grew behind Han Feng, and out of the gray fog came a young man in a spring shirt with a smile on his face. This young man held a silver sword with a black shark skin sheath, inlaid with seven shining emeralds.