The sandstorm trembled, covering most of the steps, making it impossible to see what was inside for a moment.

"Hehe, boy, this is my unique skill of the Hundred Beasts. With your little three-legged cat skill, it is not enough to break it." When the wind and sand slowly dissipated, the figures of the two of them were revealed inside.

Han Feng was grabbed with one hand and stood there unable to move. On the other hand, Song Zhihe was covered in a gray-blue spiritual shield, which looked indestructible.

Han Feng's eyes contracted slightly, and he was quite nervous. His Blood Soul Demonic Hand had rarely seen an opponent since he used it for the first time, and even the masters like Ouyang Kuang could hurt a little.

Only this time, it is difficult to make progress.

Han Feng suddenly had an idea and chuckled softly: "Iron Niu Technique, such an ugly name." Then his right hand that was held suddenly burst out with extremely high temperature, and his soul energy suddenly became surging, turning into black flames.

The so-called power of the heavenly evil is to turn the illusory soul power into any form, so that it can be controlled as much as you want. Even God can't help but want to kill such abnormal abilities.

Song Zhihe felt pain and hurriedly spread his hands and took a step back. He saw that most of the spiritual shield that had been covered with his palm was burned through in an instant.

"This kid's soul power is absolutely extraordinary, otherwise how could it be so hot!" He was secretly shocked, but there had never been any historical records that his soul power could also use the soul skill in the burning form.

"Han Feng, who did you learn from your ability to turn souls into fire?" Song Zhihe became interested in this disciple of the Medicine Hall, whose identity is unknown. Although he had heard of his unique soul-spiritual dual cultivation, he always felt curious about his first meeting.

Han Feng remained silent and silently said something to you in his mind. Then he swept over the fire of soul power and rushed forward again. His whole person flew forward in a rotating manner, as fast as an iron thorn in his heart.

"It's better not to say it, I'm not interested in your acrobatics anyway, but-" Song Zhihe suddenly paused, and a cunning smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I understand that you have always relied on speed and unexpected victory, but do you know that the reason why I can establish my position in this imperial city is also speed!"

"I am different from foolish waste like Ouyang Kuang!" Song Zhihe roared, and a magnificent stream of spiritual power was stirred up all over his body, spreading towards the surroundings like an ancient bell Zhenyue.

Under the pressure of this momentum, Han Feng found that his spiritual power had become much slower, so his speed dropped by a whole level.

He cried out in secretly, but the next person only felt a figure roaring in front of him. He flew out like a broken leaf in the wind and landed on the stone platform far away.

Under normal circumstances, even the full-strength attack of the early-level master of the Tianling Realm is fatal to ordinary middle-level monks in the Earth Spirit Realm, not to mention that the average Earth Spirit Realm who has already established a stable level of cultivation is probably dead.

Han Feng felt as if he was hit in the chest by a huge rock. The crisp cracking sound of cracking sounded three times in a row. After flying out for several meters, he hit something hard again. The severe pain and vomiting in his stomach surged into his heart.

"Puff, vomit." Han Feng couldn't help but vomited a pile of food residues that had been digested for less than half of them, accompanied by a large amount of bright red mottled blood.

Song Zhihe clapped his hands with a relaxed expression, took back the spiritual barrier he had just released, walked to Han Feng condescendingly, and asked, "What, boy, aren't you very capable? Stand up."

He felt that this was not enough, so he raised his hand and grabbed Han Feng's hair and picked up his head. He spat at his face and cursed: "You really are a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. Haven't your parents told you that some people cannot provoke? Do you not understand the rules so much? Hum?"

Han Feng wished to kill Song Zhihe, who looked successful in the villain in front of him now, but he couldn't use any strength at all, let alone use his soul skills. Even the Tiansha Soul Yuan was beaten to the point of losing his reaction in the moment.

"Hunyuan, how are you?" Han Feng's reason told him to hold back his anger for the time being, so he silently recited it in his heart, trying to awaken the Soulyuan again.

"That person should have used some spiritual skills that can slowly flow around spiritual power. Although this skill cannot be brought to the table, it is very practical in your class. When you reach the Jun Ling..." Tiansha Soul Yuan seemed to have not received any major obstacles and kept talking.

"Stop! Don't tell me about Jun Ling. I just want to know if I have the chance to win with my ability in the Earth Spirit Realm now, with all my strength, I have the chance to win than him." Han Feng interrupted the soul essence and asked.

"If you only use your soul skills, you will definitely not be able to defeat them, because your soul skills are only at the most basic level and have not been practiced at all."

"But I remember the person who sealed me once gave you two volumes of martial arts books. Do you still remember?" Hunyuan seemed to remember something that he shouldn't remember, and there was a hint of timidity in his voice.

"Are you talking about Qingyun Pa and Fire Rock Art?" Han Feng's eyes lit up suddenly, and he instantly understood what to do.

Facing Han Feng, who was depressed and depressed just now, suddenly became much clearer. Song Zhihe couldn't guess what it was. He was planning to kick Han Feng back to Li Qianshen with a fierce kick. As for whether he was alive or alive, it was nothing about him.

"The lotus is born in the green clouds." Han Feng made a statement. Before Song Zhihe could react, he forced himself to endure the pain and temporarily blocked the injured area.

Song Zhihe only saw a blue light appearing in front of him, and then Han Feng's figure disappeared without a trace.

He felt a trace of danger and chill approaching from behind, and hurriedly turned around and saw that Han Feng's fist was already on his face!

"Hiss--" Song Zhihe was punched hard. Although he was not injured much, he still took a breath.

"Good boy, you still have the strength. If you die here today, I won't blame me!" Song Zhihe was annoyed. He didn't expect that his dignified leader of the Hundred Beasts Sect would be teased by a little kid. Such a thing would be a shame to death if it spread.

"The Great Way of Sleeping Turtle!"

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

"Bang!"

He was about to activate his spiritual power to stimulate again and release the barrier that could slowly flow spiritual energy, but he was interrupted by Han Feng's fierce kick in the middle of the process. This kick was exactly the right way to hit his back, causing him to stagger.

At this time, Han Feng had quietly stepped down an inconspicuous trap on this stone stairs.

The disciples around were particularly surprised to see it, and some of them couldn't help but shout: "No, I'm right, why was the master of the sect kicked down by the alchemist from the Medicine Hall?"

Hearing this, the four seats were even more noisy and suddenly they started to talk, chattering as lively as a market. Some of the unpleasant words flowed into Song Zhihe's ears, making him very unhappy.

"Baoya, you're dead today." Song Zhihe was almost furious, and his hands were filled with violent flow of spiritual power, as wealthy as the meteor under the nine heavens.

"Let the horse come over, I want to see how far you, who are in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, can withstand me, a boy in the Earthly Spirit Realm." Han Feng made a fuss, not afraid of the former's coercion and threat.

"Okay, this is what you said!" Song Zhihe sneered. The reason why his hands condensed their spiritual power just now was to accumulate strength to attack him.

This was the strongest offensive he could launch so far. Unexpectedly, one day he would use it on a young monk who had lowered his entire realm.

"Heyun Aotian!" Song Zhihe roared. Such a huge amount of spiritual power fluctuations pressed the meridians in his body, and even his hair stood up.

The spiritual energy accumulated in his hands flew out like a rainbow, and at the same time, many pieces of wing-like fragments were sputtered in the air, like a meteor passing through the sky, or like a heavy rain sweeping across the earth.

"Is this the spiritual skill in the Tianling Realm? It's really strong enough..." Han Feng was stunned for a moment. At this moment, Song Zhihe in front of him was really like a crane, and a large number of wing-like spiritual power fragments were constantly ejected from his body.

Even if it is blown by one of its wings, it will cause a terrifying wound like a blade storm. This is Song Zhihe's death-taking method, He Yun Aotian!

Han Feng thought carefully and used up his last little soul energy to create a soul energy vortex out of thin air in mid-air, starting to rotate counterclockwise with himself as the center.

"Soul Cloud Cyclone!"

I saw that the flying feathers were knocked away from the direction when they touched the cyclone. Even if a few pieces broke through, they were just poked on Han Feng's skin and flesh, and did not hurt his muscles or internal organs at all.

"Squeeze!"

"Click!"

"Swoosh swish swish!"

In less than a moment, almost most of all the feathers that Song Zhihe shot out were scattered on the ground, turning into pieces of spiritual energy and disappearing.

"I still can't defend it all..." Han Feng sighed and pulled out a feather inserted on his right shoulder. The feather was inserted very deeply and almost penetrated into the bone.

Song Zhihe was so shocked that he couldn't speak. His spiritual power had not yet recovered yet, and he had no intention of moving.

"You, why are you..."

"Me?" Han Feng smiled and seemed to pick up a stone from the ground casually. "Believe it or not, I can beat you all over the ground with this stone today, and it only takes one blow."

Song Zhihe was still in a state of shock just now. He couldn't help laughing at the sky when he heard this. Unexpectedly, the boy in front of him really took him seriously and threatened that he could defeat him with just one stone.

"Boy, you are too arrogant. Even if I stand here and don't move, I guess you don't have the extra strength to provide soul skills." Song Zhihe stood there arrogantly with his hands crossed. He knew very well that no matter how powerful Han Feng's energy was, he could not maintain his extra soul power in the situation just now.

"Don't say it, I really have no soul." Han Feng scratched his head awkwardly, as if he was unmoved at all.

Song Zhihe looked at Han Feng lightly and said the next second: "Boy, it's still time to surrender and admit defeat. I'll ruin your hands. I can spare you with the reputation of the leader of the Hundred Beasts." As he said that, his eyebrows raised contemptuously.

Han Feng couldn't help but smile, and the monk Song Zhihe, who was smiling opposite, was confused.

"But I still have spiritual power, Master Song."

"boom!"

In an instant, the stone in Han Feng's hand suddenly surged several times, turning into a huge burning fireball. The hot air flow was continuously released, reminding people of the scorching hotness and magma of lava.

Looking at the sudden burst of powerful spiritual power and extremely manic heat, Song Zhihe couldn't help but sweat. He swallowed and said slowly: "Boy, don't go too far, I--"

"Fire Rock Art!"

Han Feng didn't appreciate it at all and didn't care whether he would really hurt Song Zhihe. He jumped up and threw the huge hot fireball from his hand towards Song Zhihe like a catapult.

"It's not good to do it." Song Zhihe cursed himself.

"boom!"

The lava fireball was extremely fast, like a meteorite hitting Song Zhihe's chest. His whole body was engulfed by the flames in the blink of an eye, while Han Feng landed steadily not far away.

The entire Hundred Beasts Sect fell into silence at this moment, and was obviously completely amazed.

Of course, for most disciples of the Hundred Beasts, they are more afraid of Han Feng.

Li Qianshang watched the entire battle from a distance, which could be said to be praised repeatedly. When Han Feng was humiliated before, he almost couldn't help but rush forward to support him, but unexpectedly, the boy adjusted again in just a few breaths and controlled the entire battle situation again.

"Good boy, he must be the seat of this palace master in the future!" Li Qianshang clapped his hands suddenly, stroked his beard at the same time, and almost tore off his white beard with excitement.
Chapter completed!