Martial Myth System

Han Feng was extremely surprised by what this mysterious old man said. Although he had already estimated the hidden undercurrent, he said from the old man who claimed to be the owner of the Sword Suspension Department It is still difficult to predict when it comes out.

"What do you mean?"

"It is him! Yes, it is him!"

The old man suddenly pointed at the back of Han Feng with a crazy face .

It seems...who is standing behind Han Feng!

I was shocked in a cold sweat, especially terrifying in this situation.

Han Feng turned his head subconsciously, but didn't see anyone.

Damn... this old man may have reached an extremely abnormal state of mind.

This idea just came up in Han Feng's mind, and an inexplicable suction force has already made Han Feng off the ground.

Struggling hard, in the face of this old man's powerful strength, it is like a worm shaking a tree...

The old man just raised his hand and Han Feng has appeared in front of him.

Han Feng sank and sat in front of the old man.

Hold your breath and dare not even move.

Bitterness... I originally came from relying on [Five Sacred Mountains Jinyun Pocket] This Divine Weapon-level magic weapon body protection, you can run if you run into someone who can't beat it.

It turned out to be the last sword master-level masked man, and then a master-level old lunatic came again......

But after the old man sucked Han Feng in front of him He seemed to have recovered his mind again, his eyes were as deep as the distant stars, and he looked at Han Feng with a profound mystery.

Han Feng also had the opportunity to take a closer look at the old man.

Although he is sloppy, his brows and eyes can see the handsomeness of his youth, tall and burly, with slender fingers, but there are extremely terrifying lacerations on his wrists.

These wounds are all near the chains of comfortable hands. They should be caused by the imprisoned Formation backlash using skill just now, but the old man didn't even notice it.

Back to normal again, the old man looked at Han Feng indifferently:

"Your aptitude may inherit my Legacy."

Han Feng hearing This, could not help but feel a little moved. This old man is close to Innate's existence from the perspective of his breath... That is the existence that can really contend with the gods and demons... But the problem is that this old man is imprisoned here. Obviously it is man-made. Well, if the person who was imprisoned him found out about it... could he be negotiated again, okay?

even more how, judging from these words...The person who imprisoned him is most likely the current lord of the Sword Suspension Department-Jun Huaixu.

Wait for Han Feng to continue to struggle, the old man has put his hand on Han Feng's shoulder.

"I have no power to teach you Absolute Art. I can only give you three marks to protect your life, and give you an inspiration to lay the Martial Dao Foundation. In the future, the road will be long and it will be yours alone."

Han Feng only feels that his shoulders are hot, and he feels that there is a force in his body that does not belong to him.

Thinking a lot, I can't guess what the old man's mind is.

"The senior passed on my Martial Dao aura and gave me kindness, so that I can keep the Sword Suspension Department for you?"

The old man sighed, his body broken Clothes, deep eyes and pupils are more sober than anyone else: "Ha, this Sword Suspension Department, naturally someone will take care of it, you, just walk your way well."

The old man’s words are upside-down, and The self-contradiction made Han Feng totally unable to grasp, and it was also difficult to understand the meaning, unable to distinguish which sentence was true and which was false.

I can only keep silent and watch the changes.

However, the old man only stayed awake for a moment, and then went crazy again. He looked at Han Feng suspiciously, and asked with a low growl:

"You want to hurt me... Is it because you want to harm me. Disciple! It is you who want to harm me, right?"

Han Feng couldn't grasp the current state of the old man, and then stood up and backed up again and again, and at the same time opened his mouth to comfort me:

"Senior, I won't harm you, please calm down!"

"No! Never! You just want to harm me, you want to be the master, right?"

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The old man raised his palm and wanted to attack Han Feng. The black chain kept drawing energy from the golden wall to restrict the old man's actions, but it could not stop the old man's madness.

It just made his arm more creative...

The palm of the old man burst out with a terrifying force like a river and sea. I am afraid that under this palm is a big mountain. Also turned into fly ash.

Han Feng faced this palm, and the shoulders that the old man had just slapped suddenly burst out of peerless Inner Strength.

Shaoxia, Zhengyang, Feiquan, Hangxi and Heaven and Earth, and Qi emerges from Han Feng's shoulders.

The six-color Spiritual Qi protects Han Feng from harm, and only hunts in white clothed.

Today I have suffered enough shocks, Han Feng faced this almost life-threatening palm with something numb......

For the sake of killing, Han Feng didn’t want to know this. The purpose of the old man.

And the old man is still crazy:

"I don't believe it! Unless...you show me your heart!"

Looking at it and growling The middle eyes burst out brilliant golden light.

In the golden light, Han Feng only felt that his whole body was stripped away, completely revealing his inner world.

Han Feng endured the sharp pain of the spirit and knelt to the ground.

Most and chaotic free.

The spirit of the old man broke into Han Feng's Sea of ​​Consciousness in a rude and arrogant manner.

An old man in a torn robe walked barefoot into the barren land symbolizing Han Feng's consciousness.

"Let me see...your heart..."

The old man groaned in a low voice and walked on the barren ground.

"How could someone...the spiritual world is barren!?"

The old man's spirit is sometimes normal, sometimes crazy, walking on the desolate spiritual land, sighing in amazement.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, suddenly lifts the head.

The grand and vast golden light shrouds the entire star dome.

The magnificent and dreamy Star River lies above the desolate spiritual land.

In the center of the star dome, a huge Spiritual God body surrounded by a brilliant divine light stands.

The crown is sacred, solemn appearance, golden light, but there is a trace of wickedness in the golden light stream.

The virtual grip of the arm seems to be in charge of the Supreme authority, and the power of the gods and demons is deeply embedded in it... This is the Supreme salvation god honored by Heavenly Truth Church, the world’s feared demonic demon-the unborn mother !

The huge divine body of Wusheng old mother seemed to sense the gaze of the old man when she raised her head, and her eyes dropped.

Spiritual God's direct vision made the old man, a mentally confused person, feel instinctively fearful.

The whole spiritual world is shattered like a falling mirror.

……

Han Feng knelt on the ground and tried to breathe. The sweat wet the whole clothes.

And the old man with golden light eyes suddenly a groan, his breath suddenly became lethargic, and two lines of blood and tears were left in his eyes.

Perhaps the thought of fighting poison with poison, the old man with tears in his eyes turned out to be sober like never before, closed his eyes, and said weakly:

"Very good... true It's very good..."

Han Feng is a little puzzled what happened, but he feels that the shadow of the unborn mother seems to flash in his mind again...

Since the future body planted the magic seed for this old lady, it seems that this is the second time that I unconsciously borrowed from him to protect my spiritual world...I am also really powerful...

I don’t know this. Does it count as eating Evil God's soft rice...

"senior, are you awake?"

Han Feng asked tentatively.

The old man actually smiled happily:

"Sober! Sober like never before! For the first time in twenty years, the old man is so sober for the first time."

Han Feng listened. Wushui, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the old man waved his hand: "You shouldn't be here, leave."

Don’t allow Han Feng to speak, a strange force has already removed Han Feng’s silhouette. Move away from the ground suspension channel.

Jun Huaixu in the space of Mingxuan Tower was lying under a Willow Tree and closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes...

"It's already... so It’s been many years."

……

On the street of the headquarters of the Sword Suspension Department, Bai Feihuang walked with a knife, intending to see today's "Feng Yun Dou" ].

Suddenly, a swaying silhouette covered in wind and dust came into my eyes.

"Han Feng? What's wrong with you?"

Han Feng was moved out of the ground suspension channel by the old man, and his injuries broke out, and he couldn't walk anymore...Look To Bai Feihuang, he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't stand firmly and fell down...

Bai Feihuang grabbed a step and hugged the fallen Han Feng with a nervous expression: "Han Feng! What's going on? Don’t scare me!"

Han Feng only felt weak, looking at Bai Feihuang's frowning eyebrows... Hey, this angle is also very beautiful...

"Ha, Feihuang..."