Guo Qinhan was surprised when he saw Han Feng, who was dressed in white, turning his face.
The rest of the people did not relax their guard.
Qingnang Mountain, which was blocked by the Tianli Sect, was unable to break through the blood-colored space formed by the evil mist even if it was flying birds. However, Han Feng, who was far away on Chang'an Road, appeared here. It was strange in every way.
Han Feng also understood everyone's concerns, took out his sword-holding token from his arms, and input his internal power.
Inspired by the inner force, Han Feng's token exuded a majestic and righteous energy, and the tokens of everyone present were also affected.
Only after confirming his identity with the token did everyone believe him.
Pei Zhong stepped forward with his sword in hand and greeted Han Feng into the valley.
Everyone followed him.
Han Feng knew that time was tight, so he kept the story short:
"Pei holds the sword. I am the sword-wielding Han Feng who came from Chang'an Road following the order of the [Devil-Suppressing Sword Master]. At this time, reinforcements from Jiangnan, Chang'an, and Jiubian Road have gathered outside Qingnang Mountain. The purpose of my coming here
I just hope that everyone in Qingnang Mountain can launch an attack from the Tianli Sect’s station and cooperate with the troops outside the mountain to annihilate the Tianli Sect’s evildoers here.”
Everyone walked all the way to the valley.
Guan Peng followed behind and was doubting his life. He couldn't believe that he was beaten so easily by Han Feng.
Pei Zhong listened to Han Feng's words and was thinking:
"Han Zhijian's idea is certainly a good one, but the Eight Extremes Formation at the foot of the mountain is covered with black fog, and the Qingnang Mountains are sealed off in an illusory realm. Even if we can cooperate with each other internally and externally to rush into the formation, I am afraid we will be trapped in the formation space for a long time.
I’m afraid it will be difficult to achieve the desired effect.”
"Hey, if you had asked me this question before coming here, I really wouldn't have a solution," Han Feng said with a rusty smile, "But now, Pei Zhijian can rest assured, just leave the matter of the Eight Extremes Formation to me, after I break the formation
, you will lead the crowd to attack the Tianli Sect's station, and Fu Lingyu holding the sword and Ye Xun holding the sword on the opposite mountain will also charge at the same time."
It wasn't that Han Feng was overconfident, but the ease and ease of walking in the bloody space made Han Feng deeply feel that with the power of the Wusheng Old Mother, he could deal with the Tianli Sect's formations as easily as raising his hand.
Pei Zhong heard Han Feng say this. Although he had a certain degree of doubt about Han Feng's strength, he couldn't question the reinforcements that had come all the way. He could only answer in silence:
"Okay, since Han Zhijian has said so, I will gather the troops now and charge into the formation with you."
Pei Zhong hurried away with two envoys and began to assemble the team.
Han Feng turned to look at Guo Qinhan and Gu Yunzhou and asked:
"Look, I'm the most reliable. I'll come to save you no matter how far away I am."
Gu Yunzhou smiled and punched Han Feng's chest:
"You kid, you are never serious."
"It's one thing to be serious or not, and it's another thing to be reliable or not." Han Feng glanced at the valley. The trapped Xuanjian Division disciples heard that reinforcements were coming, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more positive. "Yes.
Okay, how are you guys on the team?"
Speaking of this, Guo Qinhan's face turned slightly gloomy.
"It's nothing serious. It's just that Lao Bai is not well. He was poisoned by the Tianli Sect earlier. Xiao Gu just found the antidote herb for him. He should have woken up by now."
"That's good, I'd better go see him."
Han Feng said, pulling Gu Yunzhou to take him to see Lao Bai and the others.
Not far away, he came to Lao Bai lying on the ground.
Luo Yingrou and Meng Yuqi are taking care of Lao Bai who just woke up.
Zhang Lie and Mo Shanbei, who were injured on the other side, received the signal to counterattack and were also preparing to stand up.
"Friends, look who is here?"
Gu Yunzhou said in a mysterious voice.
Everyone looked up and saw Han Feng in a white robe with a smile on his face.
"Brother Han?"
Zhang Lie's voice was filled with surprise and disbelief.
Meng Yuqi rushed over and hugged Han Feng.
"Brother Han!"
The girl, who had been homeless and trapped for many days, had tears in her eyes.
"Hey, what happened to our Yuqi?"
Han Feng was held by Meng Yuqi, patted her head, held her face, and wiped away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes.
"I thought I would never see you again."
The little girl let go of her hands and started to cry again as she spoke.
"Silly boy, what are you talking about?"
Han Feng smiled and knocked Meng Yuqi on the head, then turned to look at Gu Yunzhou:
"Why have you abused our girls these past few days? I make people cry when they see you."
"It's not just Xiao Meng who is suffering. Do you think the rest of us are living well? There is only a certain Brother Han, who came late and didn't bear any abuse~"
Gu Yunzhou raised his eyebrows and gave Han Feng a roll of his eyes.
"Hey, Gu boy, why are you talking to our boss?"
At this time, Lao Bai, who had just woken up, said in a weak and erratic voice.
Gu Xiaozi laughed angrily:
"I said, Lao Bai, your injury was saved by me risking my life to collect medicine for you! Han Feng saved you in Yanhua City, but I didn't save you?"
"Tch, it's as if I didn't get hurt trying to save you..."
Lao Bai murmured incessantly.
Han Feng smiled knowingly when he saw that although everyone was trapped in the mountain, they still had a relaxed and happy atmosphere.
These guys always make the atmosphere in desperate situations less depressing.
And I... come and end the desperate situation.
As Han Feng's eyes turned sharp, Pei Zhong came from a distance holding a sword.
The Xuanjian Division disciples throughout the valley have begun to gather, ready to go down the mountain at any time.
"Han Zhijian, everyone has been assembled and can set off at any time."
Pei Zhong came over with a group of envoys and said.
"Okay, then... let's go."
Han Feng patted Meng Yuqi on the shoulder and asked her to go over and stand with Jian Qingci.
Together with Pei Zhong, he led many envoys to the front of the team.
Eight hundred people walked out of the valley, and were startled by the beasts running in the mountains.
After passing through the dense forest in the mountain and walking down a short distance, the group came to the black mist that sealed Qingnang Mountain.
The disciples of the Xuanjian Division are all well-trained warriors and remain silent in front of the black mist.
Pei Zhong, who was standing in front of everyone, looked at Han Feng beside him and said, "It is the black energy of this Eight-pole Formation that has sealed the entire Qingnang Mountain. The blood-colored space is so weird and deep that we cannot escape. Is there anything Han Zhijian can do?"
"The so-called method is just to defeat it with one force."
Han Feng said as he dragged his knife into the black mist, and his figure was swallowed up by the black mist.
When I walked into the peak in the mist, I did not continue to move forward into the bloody space, but stood in the vast black mist, closing my eyes and sensing the demon seed on the old mother Wusheng.
The universe is vast and boundless.
A little golden light dazzles the stars.
Standing in the black mist, Han Feng slowly raised the Jinghai Sword in his hand, and the weak but steady stream of golden divine power came from the Wusheng Old Mother in the distant world.
He did not wave the sword, but slowly raised it, and the vast black mist covering the entire Qingnang Mountain moved accordingly.
The mountains are filled with black mist and boiling!
Eight hundred Xuanjian Division disciples as well as Pei Zhong, Guo Qinhan, and Meng Yuqi were in front of them.
It starts with Han Feng walking into the black mist.
The entire Qingnang Mountain began to stir and boil like boiling water.
The black mist that could not be seen beyond the horizon surged and dispersed, rushing towards the sky under the influence of invisible divine power, and then dissipated.
It was as if an extremely huge hand of nothingness had wiped away Qingnang Mountain.
After boiling, the black mist dissipated.
The back of Han Feng who had just stepped inside was revealed.
Turning around with the Jinghai Sword in his hand, Han Feng seemed as relaxed as taking a walk.