Martial Myth System

"That...what is it?"

The barbarian man sat on the back of a pottery horse, watching the clouds and dust covered in nine colors like the sky. Shrouded in miasma.

Nine-colored clouds cover the entire giant city, and the stream of light is turbulent, but it is really dazzling.

"It borrows the appearance of the nine-color miasma, the essence of Heaven and Earth, which is pure and pure, and its power is so vast that even if the power of the three of us is gathered, I am afraid it cannot be broken."

Ying Yonglin rides on the horse, indifferently said.

The power of the Five Elements Eight Trigrams in the eyes is running, and I want to see the virtual reality in the nine-color clouds and smoke, but they are entangled with each other, and the thousands of different nine-color clouds are rejected.

"Mother beep, you just said that this little water-like thing can stop Laozi, see I hammer this thing together with the city wall to show you."

The barbarian man listened to Ying Yonglin’s words, but did not approve of it. His body shook suddenly. He soared into the air and jumped into the air, accumulating huge kinetic energy and gravity. The momentum of the top pressure hit the miasma cloud covering the clouds and dust.

Driven in the sky, the wind and clouds are turbulent, and the extremely fast air friction causes the flames to rise, engulfing the spirit of Martial Dao, and hitting the Nine-Colored Miasma Shield.

Unexpectedly, this hood of miasma appears to be condensed with weak cloud mist energy, but it is far beyond tenacious as one might imagine. After encountering the external force, the nine miasma attacks will weaken the miasma attack one after another, and finally the weakened power will be distributed to all the clouds above the entire cloud dust.

Water is the supreme softness of the world, and the supreme strength of galloping the world. It couldn't be easier to carry the weakened cloud gas with all the cloud gas above the cloud and dust.

And after the nine-color cloud energy swallows and carries the external force, it will brew in it, and then after nine different miasma bonuses, it will be returned as many.

"bang!!!!"

The barbarian man hit the Nine-Colored Cloud Miasma, detonating the Nine-Colored Huaguang violently exploded.

Not only did he fail to blast off the shield, he was instead bounced back and fell heavily in front of the army formation in the sky. The ground was full of cracks.

When I got up and looked up, I saw Ying Yonglin's face calm and calm, while the silver armored captain Song Yanqi couldn't help holding a smile.

The barbarian man, Tuoba Mastiff, blushed, got up, couldn't say anything, so he had to foul-mouthed:

"Damn! Damn! I hate it the most. These are Formation games, and my heart is dirty!"

Ying Yonglin listened, and the hand that was just about to raise the formation trembled slightly.

Song Yanqi on the side hearing this, laughed heartily, shocked, and long spear raised high in his hands.

"hahahaha, the martial arts of General Tuoba, is too solid, it is really difficult to break this Formation, let Yanqi try again for you."

At the same time, the long spear in the hands of the silver armored young general gathered wind and thunder, condensing one after another pure and powerful grid, breaking through the air at a rapid speed, and strikes above the cloud of nine-colored miasma.

However, even if this long spear keeps spinning like a drill bit, causing the sky to be violently shaken by wind and thunder, there is still no way to break through the seemingly weak nine-color miasma.

Finally, the miasma of the moat suddenly snapped, and the silver long spear returned to the original path and was bounced back. The volley revolving actually took the position where the barbarian man was standing...

" Me..."

Looking at the long spear, Tuoba Mastiff aimed at him and fell down, and the whole person couldn't help but yelled.

However, before he could fight back, Ying Yonglin, who was sitting behind him on horseback, had already moved.

The right hand slowly danced in the air, blowing wind on the ground, and suddenly transformed into a howling gust of wind.

The wind swept through the yellow sand, and the Howling Sand swallowed seven thousand puppet soldiers and six generals together. An inexplicable force of absorption emerged from the yellow sand, and Song Yanqi's silver spear was also taken in.

Followingly, the billowing yellow sand continued to expand, enveloping the cloud and dust and the haze and clouds above the cloud and dust in the center.

The water surface of the Yunjiang River that passes through the cloud and dust capital is covered by yellow sand, and one after another stone pillars rise outside the City Wall sections.

Occupy the position of the gossip, block the life and death of Eight Sects, and climb hundreds of stone pillars on the ground, so that the clouds and dust are completely enclosed.

Han Feng stands in the sky above the clouds and dust, and operates the miasma over the clouds and dust. Seeing that the Great City is surrounded by yellow sand, there is really no way.

Removed his palms and slowly landed on the head of Yunchen City, his clothes floating.

Liu Minghua, Shen Can, Guan Shanyue, and Su Bo hurriedly greeted them.

"Mr. Han, what is it all about?"

Guan Shanyue was anxious and asked first.

Liu Minghua and the officers and soldiers stationed on the top of the city couldn't help but cast their eyes on Han Feng.

Although Han Feng's reputation in Yunchendu is really good, he suddenly returned to be able to protect the whole city with the cloud of brilliant lights and vibrant colors. It sounded like a story story.

Han Feng did not sit idle even when he landed on the ground. Formed hand seals on his hand, causing the miasma of the sky to change.

While pinching the seal, I answered:

"As you can see, this is the shelter Formation prepared by Mr. Jun Huaixu for Yunchen, with nine different Heaven and Earth flower miasma is condensed into the purest essence of Heaven and Earth. Those who have not reached Grade 1 cannot affect the operation of Formation at all."

"In this way, we are safe now?"

Guardian Su Bo feels he has grasped the crux of the problem.

Han Feng glanced at him, but did not answer.

And Liu Minghua shook the head:

"It’s not such a simple situation. [Army Misfortune Sky] recently suddenly appeared in the foreign martial arts, it is the powerhouse with Grade 1 Heaven Ranking power. There are also at least three...The Emperor is trapped in Yuchenjing, and the Imperial Court is overwhelmed, I am afraid that it will not be able to rescue...Wait until the giants in the sky of military disaster come...Even this Formation can't protect us..."

"This!? What should I do then?"

Su Bo's face fell again...

"hehe, the ruler and the master are like gods, and they can be counted. We are all besieged by Yunchen, so naturally we can be counted as being besieged by the Old Turtle of the Sanskrit god, we don’t have to worry~"

Shen Can is the kind of standard monarch in the Sword Suspension Department who is blind and blind. The admirer, laughed, said to everyone.

However, Han Feng did not express his approval, but rather said indifferently:

"You are too happy too early. No matter what the Sanskrit God is, he is also a human innate. He wants to be sleepy. Who lives, even if it’s the ruler, there’s no way."

Shen Can: (#ﾟДﾟ)

"This...then we are all over?"

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"This won't be enough." Han Feng finally finished all the tactics and stretched out his fingers, "Isn't this the main thing is to go thousands of miles to save people?"

With Han Feng points to the sky, and the ancient scroll of the prayer flags rises into the air awe-inspiringly, sinking into the core of the nine-color cloud, absorbing the essence of Danger Land Heaven and Earth.

Han Feng took advantage of this time to look around everyone, and indifferently asked:

"The yellow sand formation outside seems to be restricted to flying, what do you have for a fast-running mount to let me use. "

"I! I have!" Su Bo hurriedly responded, "There is a [Ling Xu Tayu] underneath. I was specifically looking for someone who wanted to contribute to Yuchen Jing. If the principal needs it , I can borrow it from you."

Han Feng is not polite, and simply said:

"Thank you, please bring me."

"Eh !"

Subo got Ling and hurried to lead the horse.

Han Feng raised his hand again, and in the sky, the ancient scroll, which absorbed the essence of Heaven and Earth, slowly sank and merged into Han Feng's body.

Jun Huaixu's special imprint in Han Feng's letter paper began to take effect, and slowly began to nurture in Han Feng's body.

Pat the shoulders of Liu Minghua and Guan Shanyue, Han Feng exhorted:

"For the Yunchendu thing, please, I will definitely rescue the boss and bring back the reinforcements. "

Liu Minghua replied with the most usual habitual smile:

"Master, there are many things we don't know, so I can only tell you...Be careful."

"Don't worry."

At this time, Su Bo had already led the horse.

This horse is worthy of being a BMW preparing to offer Yuchenjing. Its limbs are sturdy and long, its fur is red, and its body has a small amount of scales exuding magnificent brilliance.

"Good horse."

Han Feng exclaimed, turned on his horse, and exhorted everyone last:

"Nine Lebanon voluntary revolving, please take care of the people. , I must quickly go and quickly return."

Everyone looked at the silhouette of Han Feng Yuma, and they only felt that the heroes assaults the senses.

"Be careful, the principal!!"

The entire city, from Guan Shanyue, Liu Minghua and the others, to the guards and soldiers, shouted one after another.

Han Feng patted his horse and jumped directly from the top of the city.

Nine-colored clouds linger behind, and yellow sand roars in front of him.

"Go too!"