Han Feng looked at the burly man in a cloak approaching and whispered the man's name.
Zhang Xiaokuang looked at Bai Feihuang with a domineering look on his face:
"A Hanging Sword Commander is holding a sword and leading two patrol officers. Mr. Bai is dealing with my followers in the city. Does he think that this can stop the plan of the Tianli Sect?"
Han Feng felt the pull of the mist when Zhang Xiaokuang was talking. He knew that Tian Boguang and Pinggu Yidianhong had arrived nearby, and he felt a little more at ease.
However, Zhang Xiaokuang is still a sixth-grade warrior no matter how much he consumes. Tian Boguang and Tian Boguang together may not be able to hold him back for long.
Bai Feihuang started to be on guard when Zhang Xiaokuang came over, holding his sword in front of him and looking directly at the person:
"By slaughtering living beings and harming people, doesn't your Tianli Sect have any humanity at all?"
Zhang Xiaokuang did not deny it, but showed a bit of disdain:
"Vulgar view! These civilians died for my great cause, and everything I did was an immeasurable good deed that could send them back to their empty hometown. Wouldn't this be happier than living under the cruel rule of your dirty court?
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"The evil cult is unreasonable!"
Bai Feihuang stopped arguing with Zhang Xiaokuang and rushed towards Zhang Xiaokuang with his sword drawn.
The silver swords intertwined like butterfly wings and swooped towards Zhang Xiaokuang.
Zhang Xiaokuang looked disdainful and slowly raised his palm.
The formless Duize force field enveloped him, and the air around him seemed to have become much thicker.
Bai Feihuang, who was already injured, was immediately restricted in his movements, and even the Qingluan Sword in his hand was much slower.
Zhang Xiaokuang then slapped Bai Feihuang's sword-holding palm with his palm, as if he wanted to use his bare hands to draw the sword.
Bai Feihuang wanted to dodge, but was restrained by Duize's force field. Seeing that his weapon was about to be taken away!
At this moment, Han Feng's figure came over with a sword, and the footwork matching the Bagua sword technique actually caused Duize's force field to disappear for an instant.
The Eight Trigrams Sword Technique is only at the eighth level, but it can affect an intermediate martial art like Duize Force Field, which is truly amazing.
Bai Feihuang took advantage of the moment when Duize's force field disappeared and retreated, avoiding Zhang Xiaokuang's sword grabbing move.
Zhang Xiaokuang didn't expect that a young catcher who was not even ninth grade could actually affect his martial arts performance. He was so surprised that he became extremely angry.
"I can't leave you alone!"
The big man in the cloak snorted coldly and rushed towards Han Feng with invisible energy.
Han Feng had no time to react and was immediately hit by Qi Jin, causing him to vomit blood.
Fortunately, Han Feng was not killed instantly by one move because he was equipped with the energy protection of three different martial arts.
Seeing that Han Feng was injured, Bai Feihuang quickly grabbed Han Feng's belt and flew away with Han Feng.
Han Feng had just vomited a large mouthful of blood. Being held like this, he still couldn't help but have random thoughts... Did I get the wrong heroine script? Isn't it supposed to be my hero who saves the beauty... Why was it me who was being held?
Then, two figures, one gray and one red, rushed toward Zhang Xiaokuang.
Just as Bai Feihuang hugged Han Feng and retreated several feet away, Tian Boguang and Pinggu Yidianhong finally arrived, with swords and swords intertwining and entangling Zhang Xiaokuang again.
Han Feng gently pushed Bai Feihuang away, endured the injury and said:
"Master Bai, take this opportunity and use that move quickly!"
Bai Feihuang immediately understood what Han Feng meant, and gathered the Qingluan Sword in his hand, preparing to use [Luan Crying Thousand Shadows] again.
The silver rays of light gathered together, and the aura on Bai Feihuang's body continued to rise. Finally, an illusory shadow of a huge Luan bird appeared behind Bai Feihuang.
The silver Luan bird glows with cyan brilliance, restraining the sword energy and intimidating the opponent.
Zhang Xiaokuang was entangled by Tian Boguang and Pinggu Yidianhong. He could not stop Bai Feihuang from charging up his sword moves. He was extremely agitated. He exerted force on his palms and fully opened Duize's force field, hitting Tian Boguang and Pinggu Yidianhong with their weapons in their mouths.
Blood oozed out.
The more he beat, the more anxious he became. The more he beat Bai Feihuang, the stronger his aura became. Zhang Xiaokuang, who was tightly entangled with one sword after another, finally sensed the deadly aura.
Finally, Zhang Xiaokuang's whole body shook, knocking Tian Boguang and the two away, and flew towards Bai Feihuang, laughing at the same time:
"It is said that after half an hour of charging up, you killed Dong Xuanlan, a fifth-grade warrior of the third grade, before you were promoted to sword wielding. Today I want to see what's so surprising about this woman's sword moves."
While he was talking, Zhang Xiaokuang had already arrived in front of Bai Feihuang.
At this time, the sword in Bai Feihuang's hand also came out.
Thousands of silver-white lights and shadows exude a gleaming cyan brilliance, and the phantom of the Luan bird behind the female swordsman flaps its wings and howls in the fierce wind.
With one strike of the sword, the whole city was shocked!
The clear cry of the luan echoed throughout the city, as if it was about to tear this sinful world apart.
A huge Duize hexagram appeared in Zhang Xiaokuang's hand and faced Bai Feihuang's sword light.
The moment the knife and palm collided, it was like glass shattering and the air flowing away.
Stalls on both sides of the street were blown away by the air current.
When all the dust cleared, Zhang Xiaokuang was seen kneeling on the ground, covering his neck.
"It is indeed the legendary blood of the sword, it is really extraordinary..."
As soon as the words fell, the generation of Tianli Sect's hexagram master completely lost his breath.
Zhang Xiaokuang, who was so arrogant just now, couldn't take Bai Feihuang's sword, so is this the only sword that Bai Zhijian can rely on to become the sword wielder of the Xuanjian Division?
Han Feng thought as he ran to Bai Feihuang's side.
He killed Zhang Xiaokuang by leapfrogging, and the cost was definitely not even a little bit.
Seeing Bai Feihuang's weak look, Han Feng asked with concern: "Master Bai, are you okay?"
Bai Feihuang's lips turned white, and his whole person was filled with a delicate sense of beauty, and he smiled:
"I really have no strength now, and I still said I wanted to save the people...Little Detective, run away for your life..."
Before he could finish his words, Bai Feihuang had already lost consciousness and passed out.
Yan Xiaoyi and the girl who had just been rescued also came over. Yan Xiaoyi became anxious when he saw Bai Feihuang's weak appearance:
"It's over, it's over, Sister Beauty is like this, how can we escape for our lives in a city where so many Tenri believers are rampant?"
Han Feng endured the injury and picked up Bai Feihuang, and motioned to Yan Xiaoyi and the others to follow him:
"It's impossible to save lives and heal the wounded now, so think of a way to hide."
Yan Xiaoyi and the rescued girl quickly followed.
Tian Boguang and Pinggu Yidianhong were sitting on both sides of the street, adjusting their breath and recuperating.
However, it may be true that misfortunes never come singly. Just when everyone was looking for a place to hide, a large group of Tianli believers were already attracted by the battle between Bai Feihuang and Zhang Xiaokuang.
Seeing Zhang Xiao's kneeling body on the street, the cultists almost went crazy and rushed towards him like bloodthirsty.
Seeing the large number of white-robed cultists gathering, Yan Xiaoyi was filled with despair:
"It's over, it's over, Brother Han, we won't die here today, right? No, even if we die, I will support these evil people!"
Yan Xiaoyi thoroughly implemented the true meaning of recklessness, drew out his sword and prepared to go up and fight the Tianli believers.
Han Feng held Bai Feihuang in his arms and no matter how much he called for the mysterious mist, there was no response. There was really nothing he could do.
Tianli sect members are getting closer...
Finally, at this moment, a magnificent long sword exuding black and red air flow fell from the sky and plunged into the ground.
"Evil heretics, slaughtering living beings, and acting against heaven should be punished for their crimes!"
The cold judgment sounded, and a super-chen woman wearing black and red clothes came in the wind and landed in front of the long sword stuck in the ground.
The woman was seen swaying freely with her unparalleled sword energy, cutting nearly a hundred Tenri believers across the long street into two pieces.
Yan Xiaoyi looked at the woman falling from the sky, stunned and murmured:
"Wow, this is another fairy sister."
The woman casually struck out with her sword, turned around and walked up to Han Feng.
Han Feng looked at this peerless swordsman and didn't know what to say, secretly guessing her identity.
But I heard that this superb female swordsman looked at Bai Feihuang in Han Feng’s arms and sighed: