Martial Myth System

Han Feng's Jinghai knife reflected the moonlight in the sky, emitting a dim halo, and his eyes scanned the group of people in the wasteland of the city.

"Furthermore, as a Sword Suspension Department holding a sword, it is not normal for me to come out to patrol in the middle of dark and windy night to prevent the murderers from coming out to do evil?"

With the words, Han Feng's eyes became sharper and sharper, against Feng Family patriarch:

"It was Patriarch Feng who came to this place with so many people at night, it seems Is there something to do with a major event~"

"There is no major event either. I just collected a roll of Treasure Map during the day. I am seeing others do what one loves to do, one is inspired to try it again, I brought my servants to dig out. It’s a coincidence that I happened to run into you with Han Zhijian. This is really fate."

For this reason, I went to the Western District with a midnight snack walk. The ruins are as unreliable, Han Feng snort disdainfully in his heart, and then said with a faint smile: "Oh? That's it. I don’t know if Patriarch Feng is interested in adding me? As everyone knows, I’m a well-known person. A best-selling author, I really love this kind of adventurous gathering activities~"

Speaking of Han Feng, he has quickly stepped forward, and he sat on the fallen stone pillar with his face full of face. Looks at the Feng Family servant who stopped under the big pit with a friendly smile.

Please reach out, Han Feng’s voice is eager to have a try, as if he really likes adventures:

"Please, please, it’s okay, no need Worry about me, just do your own thing~"

Patriarch Feng suddenly clenched his left hand, the joints were clear and obvious, and then loosened it. It seems that after a rapid psychological development, he looked at Han Feng: "Hey. It’s too late today, and I haven’t found anything after digging for so long. It seems that the merchant who sold my Treasure Map is a liar. Feng Mo will leave first, and Han Zhijian, please come back soon~"

Patriarch Feng took a group of Feng Family people away stiffly. Several Feng Family Martial Artists sometimes turned their heads and stared at Han Feng with hatred, but fortunately they didn't speak.

Han Feng didn’t care at all. Instead, he smiled sincerely and greeted him with a sincere smile:

"Eh? Patriarch Feng, why did you leave? I will stay and play for a while... …How interesting is the late-night treasure hunt!"

Patriarch Feng didn't answer, and left in a hurry, apparently unwilling to deal with Han Feng's fake tricks.

Everyone is a brainy person. Needless to say, they understand each other's position. It's just that various questions must be cast, so we can't cast aside all considerations for face now.

Han Feng watched the Feng Family leave, put away the pretended bright smile, and looked calmly at the deep hole in front of him.

This group of Feng Family is also really powerful. They didn’t use any Inner Strength. They just dug such a deep pit in less than half a night...Human excavators...

Han Feng opened the force field of "Emperor Qi Observation Technique" and silently sensed the qi engine in the ground beneath the pit.

The result of feeling is that there is no breath.

But that's it, let Han Feng know what's special here.

Normally, any object has its own "qi", the flame is hot and domineering, the wind is light and quick...and the earth should be thick and solid.

However, there is no air at all in this pit... it presents the concept of "emptiness".

In these situations, either all the Qi has been driven away by unknown forces, or there is something that eats Qi under the formation that is constantly running...

But no matter what In this way, this is not an ordinary level event anymore.

Han Feng jumped into the pit with his knees bent, and felt in the huge pit.

What is surprising is that all the True Qi or Inner Strength that escaped from my body was absorbed by the stratum under my feet.

In other words, there is no way to get Inner Strength out of the body...It's no wonder that the group of Feng Family Martial Artists can only use their physical strength to dig.

Squatting down and twisting a small amount of soil, Han Feng carefully observed that these all are the most common soils, and they do not have any characteristics of absorbing Inner Strength.

So, from all angles, it shows that there should be some kind of strange item or creature hidden in the underground...If it is a creature, the probability is that the legendary Great was forced to move away from the country. Demon.

Patted the dust on his hands, Han Feng jumped out from under the pit.

Looking back at the bottom of the pit, he was about to leave.

There are weird everywhere here, let’s take Liu Minghua and the kids from the Sword Suspension Department to investigate again tomorrow. It’s really weird... I want to seize it and seal it up. Anyone who comes in contact should have no opinion...

While Han Feng was conceiving how to deal with the Feng Family conspiracy, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed.

The ruins of the ruins that had been translucent because of the bright moon all around raised a faint mist of water vapor.

The moistening thing quietly wraps the ruins and the ground.

A mysterious person wearing a black cloak appeared fifteen feet in front of Han Feng, coming silently and strangely.

In other directions, dozens of weird shadow-like silhouettes slowly emerged from the hazy water and mist...they walked secretly, and a little bit like the sacred minds of the Sacred Heart...

Han Feng looked at the mysterious man in the cloak, using the "Emperor Qi Observation Technique" to perceive, and said with a smile:

"I'm so busy this day that I'm really hitting the back of my head. Brother is a mess. Where is it from?"

Under the shadow of the cloak came a hoarse voice: "Noisy!"

Immediately, the shadow of the man in the cloak seemed to have his own life. Transformed into dozens of smart long spears to pierce Han Feng.

The opponent's qi machine is unfathomable, evading the detection of Han Feng's "Qi Observation Technique", but roughly based on the magnitude of its breath, it can be perceived that this is a Grade 5 expert.

Although it sounds like Grade 5 is not a very high personality, you must know that most of the ten cult kings who have threatened the world for a century only have the Grade 4 cultivation base.

So in fact, Grade 5 can be regarded as a quasi-bigger in the world.

To send out such an expert to kill myself, if there is nothing tricky here, it's really a hell of a ghost.

The thoughts in his mind are scattered like shreds of paper being blown away by the wind, and his body movements still haven’t stopped. Han Feng retreats continuously through the Lightweight Art of "Flying on the Grass" to avoid this shadow. spear's stabbing.

However, these shadow long spear offensives are endless, as if they will not be tired at all. One after another kills, leaving terrifying pits in the ground, giving Han Feng no chance to breathe.

"I rely on...this is too terrible..."

It was the first time that I was suppressed by others on martial power since I came to Yunchendu.

……

On a tall building in the distance, Feng Family patriarch, wearing a thick fleece gown, Feng Bo is holding a single-tube telescope while observing the battle here.

There are countless tall buildings in clouds and dust, and Feng Family patriarch's actions are not abrupt.

A young man wearing a daoist robe leaned on the railing behind him, hugged his elbow and asked:

"Hold the sword to the Imperial Court, are you ready?"

Feng Bo smiled strangely and evilly, and said sharply:

"Eh~As long as I can completely kill Han Zhijian... Then I don’t need anything. Ready...Huh??"

Feng Bo's face suddenly changed while using telescope to observe the battle before he finished speaking.

When Daoist Robe saw this, he stood up straight and asked: "What's the matter?"

Feng Bo didn't answer...

On the distant battlefield, Han Feng is surrounded by more than a dozen shadow long spears, and is about to assassinate him with a witchcraft.

At the crucial moment, Han Feng burst into a majestic breath.

Six completely different magnificent and gorgeous colors of Chaoxia, Zhengyang, Feiquan, Hangxi and Heaven and Earth emerge from Han Feng.

Countless horrible shadows long spear melt and instantaneously like ice and snow.