"If you want to fight, fight, don't be like a headless fly, whispering endlessly." A thick voice echoed in the Demon Temple, like a demon god saying, cold and domineering, making people feel awe. Some people with lower cultivation levels in Qingyang League were a little timid.

The black iron hammer tightly in Han Feng's hand was full of metallic power, and the whole body was shining with magic light. This magic weapon had been washed by countless blood and was already murderous and was not afraid of any battle. When the ancient fenced hammer felt the master's desire for battle, he also trembled excitedly and seemed very bloodthirsty.

He was frosted with purple clothes and black hair fluttering, standing alone within the gate of the Demon Palace, facing nearly a hundred monks of all sizes, all over the Qingyang Alliance.

Zhu Ran's face was very calm, and she stepped aside and watched silently. This was an opportunity to train Han Feng, so he could face it himself. If there was danger, he would naturally help him.

Not only did nearly 100 monks from Qingyang League enter the Demon Temple, but some scattered monks enter it. Some monks saw the people of Qingyang League being aggressive and murderous intent, and they all took a detour in fear, and their thoughts were as far away as possible.

"Oh, it seems that the young man suffered a lot, and there is no place to escape in this palace."

"What if he doesn't matter, the longer the cultivators of Qingyang League fight with that young man, the better. We will lose a mortal enemy to compete for the strange treasure!" Some cultivators in three or five were talking around, and they were so happy that everyone would fight, and they could win the strange treasure and return with peace of mind!

Of course, there are also many monks who like to watch the fun and choose to stay at a safe place and want to enjoy the battle. However, they think this is a completely one-sided advantage. The hundreds of people in the Qingyang League can still not beat a young man with the third level of cultivation in the Xuan position?

Almost all the Qingyang League cultivators arrived, leaving only a few people to inform the headquarters of the Qingyang League and some Qingyang League divisions. Obviously, they wanted to call Qingyang League cultivators to serve as support, which would be more beneficial to win the extraordinary treasure!

Ouyang Xi was as white as snow, and was full of energy, but he took back his face and smile. Instead, he became solemn. Even if he did not dare to boast about his victory in dealing with hundreds of monks of the Qingyang League, he also noticed a small detail, that is, Han Feng's wife Zhu Ran silently retreated aside, without any intention of taking action. Could it be that Han Feng was really going to fight hundreds of monks with one person?

"Hmph, since you are determined to die, let me help you!" Lie Tian shouted coldly, and a strong red essence emerged all over his body. He directly sacrificed his soul weapon and a blood sword appeared in his hand. After the last fight, he had already been wary and knew that Han Feng's body was strong, so he chose to fight him!

The blood sword is condensed from the essence of the human body. To create such a blood sword, it is necessary to gather the essence of thousands of ordinary people to be cast.

"cluster!"

Lie Tian slapped the blood sword, and it turned into a blood light and flew away. A harsh sound of breaking through the air came. The blood sword was as fast as a knife light, piercing Han Feng's throat.

"Hmph, the children's methods are better than you!" Han Feng smiled coldly, and suddenly, his eyes became serious, no longer talking nonsense, and directly increasing his combat power to the strongest stage!

A sudden dazzling golden divine light appeared all over his body. He used the attack formation and swung the ancient sky-turning hammer away. He had great power to pull mountains and aura, and the power of the world was so powerful that he could not move. When he moved, the entire empty hall was shaking!

"boom!"

The demon hammer hit it and directly knocked the blood sword into powder. Everything was in the blink of an eye. This was the momentum of the magic weapon. A mountain could collapse, and a mere blood sword was not qualified to fight with it!

"What?" Lie Tian's pupils contracted, and his soul weapon was shattered directly. While shocked, he also vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Damn it, is that guy still a human? Lie Tiannai's strong man in the first level of spiritual power. His soul weapon is so vulnerable?"

The oldest monk in Qingyang League said in a deep voice: "It's not that Lie Tian's weapon is too weak, but that kid's hand has too strong hammer..."

Han Feng's eyes were very cold, and his left hand carved the form of the word "潁" in the void. He stepped forward and appeared in front of Lie Tian. His powerful right arm swung the ancient sky hammer and hit his head. The force was too strong, comparable to a giant dragon. When he exerted his right arm, the ground of the temple was trembling, and the floor paved with bluestone under his feet had cracked slight gaps.

"It's a fairy, Banban. Is this guy a barbarian from the giants? Is it enough to move the mountains!" Lie Tian's legs trembled, knowing that he was underestimating the enemy. The young man's body was already extremely powerful. With this black hammer, it was almost a bit more combined, comparable to an old monster in the realm of Shentong.

Half of Han Feng's strength suddenly became so great, thanks to the attack formation. This formation pattern that strengthened its combat power several times was simply amazing. Of course, it also consumed a lot of essence, and instantly took one-fifth of Han Feng's energy in the sea!

"boom!

The black black hammer was full of power, falling from the sky and hit Lie Tian's head directly.

"Young man, don't be too angry. Do you really think there is no one in Qingyang Alliance?" At this time, an old man's voice came, looking very majestic. This man was above Lie Tian and was a strong man in the second level of spiritual realm. He kept slapped his hands, trying to catch the ancient sky hammer and save Lie Tian.

However, the moment the old man touched the ancient sky-flying hammer with his big hand, his facial muscles couldn't help but twitch. He felt that what he caught was not a hammer, but a mountain, heavy and terrifying!

"puff."

The old man's right arm was smashed into meat paste, and a blood light burst out from his arm, and his clothes were dyed red. The ancient sky-flying hammer was too domineering. The old monk wanted to hold it with his hands, but the right arm was directly chiseled into meat paste. His old face was twisted together in pain, very ferocious.

"Ah!" Lie Tian let out a scream of ghost crying and wolf howling, and was hit by the ancient sky-turning hammer. His body and soul broke down together, and he died directly on the spot!

Bloody, so bloody...

Many monks from Qingyang League were clever. The black hammer was so powerful that it was terrifying and had a momentum that no weapon could stop. More people's faces became pale, Lie Tian died too tragically, and flesh and blood mixed with brain matter, becoming a muddy water on the ground. The scene made people feel furious and goosebumps.

The light in Han Feng's eyes was very cold. He was never ruthless to the enemy. If he was more than killing people, the younger generation in Zhongzhou might not have killed more than him!

"Hiss..." Some scattered monks stood in the distance and gasped. The boy's methods were too terrifying. With his cold expression, he was like a demon god in the world, which made people frightened.

"There's no blink of an eye!" Many people couldn't help but take a few steps back, fearing that they would get involved with Han Feng.

"Across the level of the psychic cultivator in seconds, and smashed the right arm of an old man in the psychic level 2. Such combat power is terrible and scary..." Even Ouyang Xi was shocked. His eyes seemed very serious. If Han Feng grew up in the future, he would either be a friend or an enemy. Having such an enemy with strong potential would definitely not be what he wanted.

"Young Master, do you need to do it?" The eyes of several monks of the Ouyang family also became cold. They seemed to see Ouyang Xi's concerns. Ouyang Xinai, a genius of the generation, would inevitably kill countless enemies when he proved the truth in the future. If this person is eliminated now, it can also prevent a terrifying enemy from appearing in the future.

"No." Ouyang Xi hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his head. His eyes looked at Zhu Ran who was standing in the distance intentionally or unintentionally. Ouyang Xi could not see through this woman's cultivation, so it would be better not to take action.

"But with your current strength, isn't it easy to kill him?" A monk from the Ouyang family secretly sent a voice.

"Don't underestimate that young man. Maybe he is not my opponent now, but I may not have killed him." Ouyang Xi shook his head again, his tone was very serious. Han Feng met a corner of the mysterious formation pattern, which could shrink into an inch, and could step dozens of feet away in one step. Ouyang Xi understood that if he could not kill Han Feng with one blow, he would definitely run away on the formation pattern. If this happens, the two of them will completely break up and become enemies. The young man's potential is terrifying. The third level of the Xuan position can instantly kill the spiritual cultivator. If he reaches the same level as himself, he is afraid that he can fight the dragon cultivator like himself!

At that time, Ouyang Xi himself will not have any bottom line if he wins and loses.

In the end, Ouyang Xi gave up the idea of ​​attacking Han Feng. Even if he couldn't be friends with him, it would be better not to be enemies.

Zhu Ran, who was standing alone at the other end, felt that Ouyang Xi's murderous intent towards Han Feng gradually dissipated, and he also brought the Nine-Turn Ice Lotus back. If that person took action, she would erase the person as soon as possible!

Nine-turn Ice Lotus is an imperial soldier of a generation. Who can compete with those present?

Ouyang Xi’s choice is correct…

"Young man, I have to admit that you are very strong, but don't think that you can compete with the hundreds of monks of Qingyang League with the combat power of higher-level challenges!" The old monk whose right arm was smashed was very old and secretly contained an extremely strong murderous intent, which caused the temperature around him to drop sharply, as gloomy and cold as an ice cellar.

"Gurgling..."

A sound of flesh and blood flowing sounded in the old monk's arms. The old monk's face darkened, and the broken right arm was slowly growing...

"Regenerate Taoist soul?" Han Feng's eyes twitched slightly. Unexpectedly, the awakened Taoist soul was so terrible. His right arm was cut off and could grow. No wonder Qingyang League present was respected by him.

Flesh and blood are born, and only monks in the Tongtian realm have such abilities, but there are also some people with special systems, including martial arts practitioners with regenerated Taoist souls. Such monks are very terrifying. As long as their soul has not been destroyed, their body can grow again.

The atmosphere in the field has reached a freezing point, like a cold land, dripping water into ice.
Chapter completed!