The sword light dragged out a beautiful streak of white and purple.
Like a cannonball hitting a wall in the black air.
Bricks and stones are broken, the wind and snow are blowing!
Han Feng landed on the ground and turned around with the long knife in his hand. Thousands of invisible threads seemed to break around him, and the black air gauze gradually melted away.
The ghosts hidden in the dark air were also frightened and retreated to all directions.
The whole villa shook, and there were mistakes in the formation.
The oppressive feeling in Qilian Mountain Villa suddenly decreased a little.
Seeing that his guess was indeed correct, Han Feng took the long knife in his hand and ran towards the corridor outside the house where he had previously killed the ghost.
Time is running out and there is no way to delay it for a moment.
The villa seemed to be alive. I noticed that Han Feng was rushing to the next formation node, shaking like crazy.
The black mist surged in like a tidal wave, violent and overbearing.
The evil spirit roared and howled, attacking Han Feng in the black environment.
Han Feng was chased by the terrifying black energy, competing with death, and suddenly felt like he was surfing.
Swallowed by the black energy, and then rushed out...
An evil monster chased after him. Its hook-like claws tore into pieces the cuff of Han Feng's right robe, and it jumped up and pounced on him.
Han Feng turned around and drew out a streak of snow-white light from the long knife in his hand.
The monster split into two and turned into black energy.
But at this moment of delay, the billowing black energy had already trapped Han Feng in the middle.
Three humanoid ghosts and countless evil monsters trapped Han Feng in the center of a rockery landscape.
There is an archway, a stone road and a house separated from the next formation...
"Oh hey hey hey~"
The monsters rushed forward with sinister smiles.
"I'm such a lone hero!"
Han Feng muttered to himself, held the knife in both hands, and spun around.
The blade is like a whirling hurricane, cutting through evil things that come close.
The sword is as bright as snow, shining in the black air!
With one knife piercing the air, Han Feng killed a large number of evil spirits. He rose up from the ground and broke out of the obstruction of the black mist.
He suddenly landed on the ground and ran forward, using [Zixia Zhenqi] to activate the [Iron Palm Flying Flowers] energy.
The purple palm energy turned into flying flowers and hit the shadow monster blocking the way in front. The evil spirits hidden in the shadows shattered into black energy.
Han Feng accelerated and rushed through the arch in front.
At this time, a strong wind hit, and a ghostly monster chased up from behind, grabbing Han Feng with one claw.
Han Feng turned around, and in a hurry, he clamped the ghost's arm with his armpits, turned it around in a circle, and slashed at his neck with the blade in his hand.
The sword passed by, and the ghostly shadow dispersed into black energy.
Han Feng continued to run forward.
However, the black air is still lingering ahead...
"Woo..."
The roar of the sinister wind and the roar of ghosts were mixed together, and they were approaching Han Feng together with the black mist.
Han Feng dragged his knife and ran along the stone road in the courtyard.
Faced with the whispers of the evil spirits, Han Feng's response was——
"Roar!!!"
The thunderous roar of a lion!!!
The wild and domineering lion's roar vented its true energy in all directions, and the shadow monsters were blown away by the airflow.
…
In the lakeside hall, Gu Yunzhou, Guo Qinhan and others were trying their best to resist the large number of ghosts gathering outside.
Suddenly I heard the roar of a lion in the distance.
Zen Master Songyue raised his eyebrows, seeming to be inspired by this secret Buddhist technique.
Qilian Yinshuang heard the roar and looked into the distance outside the house.
"That is?"
In an instant, he lost consciousness, and a ghost figure rushed in.
Bing Jin flashed, and Guo Qinhan punched the ghost figure out of the house and said: "Fourth Miss, please don't be distracted. It's Xiao Han who is fighting. We don't let his life go in vain."
"Um!"
Qilian Yinshuang nodded heavily.
However, just when everyone was fighting fiercely at the gate.
A strong black ghost energy rose among the fainted people...
Weird...and strange...
…
On Han Feng's side, a lion's roar shattered hundreds of evil spirits, and he ran all the way into the house connected to the corridor where the formation eye was located.
Several large and ferocious-looking ghosts are guarding here, and an unknown number of evil creatures behind them are chasing after them crazily.
Han Feng was blocked by a large ghost. He was gasping for air and already felt the lack of internal strength.
Although "Zixia Secret Book" has the characteristic of abundant internal energy, Han Feng's foundation is only at the eighth level after all. Continuous battles have exhausted his internal energy to the point where he cannot recover at all.
The ghost in front of him raised his thick arm and slammed it down.
Han Feng rolled on the spot to avoid the fatal blow, stood up, kicked off the wall, and struck out with a knife in the opposite direction.
This monster did not dodge or evade, and it punched out as if it was planning to exchange injuries with Han Feng.
The nearby ghost figures were watching with eager eyes. Naturally, Han Feng couldn't fall for this fatal move. His body sank, and [Foshan Shadowless Kick] cut through thousands of leg shadows.
Overlapping shadowless kicks kicked the monster in front of him away. He mustered up all his strength and flew out, smashing a wooden window and arriving on the corridor.
He used up all the remaining Zixia energy in his body and left a palm mark on the wall.
The palm power surges, purple petals fly, and the wall collapses!
As the formation eye here was destroyed, the black ghost energy nearby shook again, and the evil spirits howled miserably.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Feng quickly evacuated.
Both formations are broken, but they are not safe enough.
Now that it has been determined that the entire Qilian Villa is a formation, there is one place that is absolutely the key.
That was the place where Qilian Jinliu's wife died during the day.
Even if the Tianli Sect pattern drawn with blood is not the core of the formation, it is also the key to the formation!
Turn over and climb up a big tree, use your strength to run on the treetops, while running [Zixia Secrets].
The more energy you can regain, the more hope you will have.
The ghost energy in the villa quickly stopped shaking, and then surged towards Han Feng like a madman.
"What the hell is all this?"
Turning his head to look at the monsters and ghosts in the billowing black mist behind him, Han Feng couldn't help but feel a little horrified.
Suddenly, a ghost flew out like an arrow, and its target was... Han Feng's back.
Feeling the deadly aura behind him, Han Feng quickly flew downwards, jumped off the treetop and landed on the ground, avoiding the blow.
But after such a delay, the torrent of ghostly energy was already very close.
But the way was blocked by a courtyard wall.
It's a matter of life and death in the blink of an eye.
Han Feng thrust the blade of his hand into the ground, used the [Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm] with both palms, and smashed the three-foot-thick wall into pieces with his wild and surging palm energy.
In a flash, Han Feng passed through the wall.
The wave of black ghost energy behind them followed closely behind, and the walls along the way were unable to stop it at all, and in an instant, only rubble was left.
Run wildly for your life.
Han Feng came to the boulder with blood-colored patterns painted on it. The surroundings were already filled with ghostly aura, and the ghostly shadows of fierce flames surrounded the place.
This blood-colored boulder is his last chance. If the formation can be broken after the boulder is shattered, his way out will be clear.
On the thin line between life and death, there is no room for hesitation.
[Sword and Sword in the Snow] The ultimate power of the three martial arts of swords and swords drained away all of Han Feng's Zixia Qi.
Chaotic purple flying snow flew around Han Feng's body, even in the presence of ghost energy.
The flash of a knife in the snow.
Hitting a boulder, it shattered all over the ground.
At this moment, the entire Qilian Villa began to shake violently, tiny cracks appeared in the black sky covering the sky, and a faint light fell from the sky.
After one knife.
Han Feng finally ran out of energy and sat down on the ground.
The ghostly energy gradually gathered.
The ghostly figure in the black air nearby watched with eager eyes, and a sword light fell from the sky!