Martial Myth System

"The lunatics should not be arrogant!"

As Han Feng slowly walked towards the cultists, the hearts of the three Demon Generals could no longer be stretched. Attacked Han Feng side by side.

Three black robe Fiends each wrapped in demonic energy and bombarded the place where Han Feng stood.

However, the three of them rushed to Han Feng but stopped all together, lost...Han Feng has disappeared in an instant...

"Are the three looking for this Chu? "

Han Feng's voice came from the sky.

The three Demon Generals looked up, only to see Han Feng Yuin midair with his hands behind his back, fluttering in midair.

Raising his left hand, the majestic and superb palm force blasted to the ground.

The three Demon Generals have lost their will to resist only in this imposing manner, but they have tried their best to resist with the will to survive.

Without guarding his subordinates, the injured Wheel King moved to the front of the three Demon Generals, with both palms up to the sky, to counter Han Feng with a demon art.

The ground is sinking inch by inch. The golden wheel treasure behind the wheel provides endless power to the Wheel King as it turns, but it is still inferior to Han Feng's unparalleled palm force.

Black blood oozes from the corner of the Wheel King’s mouth... The three Demon Generals who escaped from the dead are shocked... The Wheel King, who is also among the top ten cult kings, is actually clothed in this little-known white. There seems to be no strength to contend in the hands...

"Protect everyone!"

The cultists rushed to the vicinity of the Wheel King, but facing Han Feng standing in the air, These ordinary dísciples couldn't even touch the corners of Han Feng's clothes. On the contrary, they were killed by the remaining strength of Han Feng's palm force because they rushed under Han Feng's palm.

"Loyalty can be learned, but also sigh."

Han Feng sighed, palm force was urged again, and the entire stratum sank again in the shaking.

Wheel King tried his best to resist in the center of the sagging stratum, only to feel like he was pressing on a mountain, and it was painful...

"roar!!!!"

There is a roar.

In order to rescue the Wheel King, two red-clothed prison ghosts manipulated dozens of cyan-gray color walking corpses to attack Han Feng.

A sinister monster jumped up again and again, jumping out of the height of ten zhang to pounce towards Han Feng.

Faintly smiled, withdrawing the depressed palm, Han Feng's silhouette disappeared in the air.

Then...appeared in front of a living corpse, flicked a finger, and the wobbled star directly penetrated the monster's brain.

body flashed, came to the other walking corpse, raised his palm, and slapped it down. The strong palm force hit the cyan-gray color body of the walking corpse, causing cracks after another.

The white clothed silhouette is constantly breaking through the sky, and dozens of monsters are constantly being smashed down.

Every time it falls, it causes a loud noise.

Soon, only Han Feng is left in the sky.

Turning around, looking at the Wheel King on the ground again, this servant is determined to choke in his hands, actually intending to make a desperate fight.

Along with the Wheel King’s decisive decision, the embarrassed Yin Sector emperor rises up with billowing black magic flames, and the golden wheel behind it emits scarlet power. A huge magic shadow rises from behind the Wheel King. Mo Ying raised his hand and smashed a blood-colored runner that was bigger than a waterwheel at Han Feng.

"Magic Shadow? The Emperor of Yin Sector is only this."

White clothed momentarily, Han Feng defends himself against Qi, like a meteor falling.

Breaking through the palm of the hand, the magical shadow disappeared.

Han Feng fell on the ground, and his white clothes moved with the wind.

Wheel King demon art was broken, and he vomited a mouthful of black blood again, taking three steps back in a row.

The evil cultists rushed to Wheel King and kept him behind.

Han Feng smiled and moved forward.

The evil men backed back again and again.

At this time, Wheel King spoke:

"Chu Liuxiang, you are indeed an expert who was born in the world, I am far inferior to you..."

"Hey, The Wheel King is overpraised."

Han Feng opened the folding fan and shook it gently.

I have about half the time limit for my character card, enough to make a fatal blow. I am afraid that Fiend will fight to the death and bury the Sword Suspension Department together with Chu Qingni and other Sacred Hearts. Qishan.

"I admire the martial arts of the car, but if I want to die, even though I can't hurt your Excellency, I can destroy Qishan and let this mountainous man pay for my life!"

Wheel King threatened.

Han Feng is nodded, but he is threatened, his posture is still calm, nodded:

"Wheel King said absolutely."

Wheel King did not think of Han Feng It’s so easy to talk, paused, and continue to say:

"So you might as well let me leave, from now on Cultivation Cult and Celestial Court have formed a good relationship, and my Wheel King also honors a favor. ."

"It's easy to talk."

Han Feng shook his folding fan in his hand, and made a gesture to Wheel King.

"Then please."

Wheel King didn't expect Han Feng to let him go so easily, and cautiously raised his hand to signal his cultists to Evacuate from the foot of the mountain, standing in the crowd to keep Han Feng on guard.

"Didn't expect the car to be really willing to be magnanimous."

"If it is convenient for others, why not forge a good relationship?"

Han Feng is white clothed with his hands behind his back, calm and calm.

Strong action players may not be able to kill the Wheel King with unknown hole cards before the end of the character card time limit, so it would be easier to shock him directly.

I can’t figure out Han Feng’s thoughts. While Wheel King retreated with the evil cults, while staring at Han Feng, he wanted to see from him whether the sudden appearance of the True Martial emperor was injured on his body. So I can’t pursue myself...or just a sudden eruption, and now there is no imposing manner...

However, Wheel King was disappointed to find that this mysterious person named Chu Liuxiang is simply unpredictable, like The breath of the moonlight is like a sea in the experts I have seen. Only the Sect Lord can compare with the evil cult. Although this person should not have reached the Grade 2 cultivation base where the evil faith emperor is, this person has a perfect aura realm distance. Grade 2 may not be far away...

"Chu Zunjia, goodbye."

The black mist that enveloped Qishan receded, and the cultists also went down the mountain.

This battle came quickly and ended quickly.

In the silence...It is finally over.

Han Feng stood with his hands in his hand, watching the cultists leave in a hurry, and he felt emotional...an investigation into the disappearance of Sect, there was almost no communication with the Qishan faction, but he didn't expect to be there. The battle between the two big side leaders, Yu Shengxinmen and Cultivation Cult...Wheel King, the emperor of the evil faith, and even the father of Chu Qingni [Lonely Qilin] Chu Tixiao, these side sect giants are bound to be their own Sword Suspension in the future. The opponents of the people in the Department...

The road ahead is long...

Everyone present looked at the back of Han Feng standing with his hands, equally shocked.

Just now when Wheel King came, it was so unbelievable, there was no resistance under the palm of the hand.

But in front of this [True Martial Emperor], the magical Wheel King was like a child facing an adult, and he failed to gain the upper hand.

Everyone knows that after today's battle, the names of Celestial Court and Chu Liuxiang will inevitably spread throughout the whole country.

After a great battle, the sky was dim, the moonlight was dripping, and the night breeze was blowing, and there was an unexpected tranquility in Qishan after the war.

Han Feng white clothed with the wind.

The time limit is approaching...

As soon as he thought of this, Han Feng carried his hands on his back, and the wind flew away.

Fang Lanting endured the injury and shouted to Han Feng’s back:

"Sacred Heart Gate is grateful for your help, please wait for a while and let me Wait for a while to fulfill the friendship of the landlord."

Han Feng did not answer, but disappeared into the night sky accompanied by the sound of poetry.

"Autumn breeze blows the night and leaves the fragrance, and the rivers and lakes have been dead for ten years. The thief who walks on the moon is willing to dream, and the girl never closes the window."

Qingang poetry is full of frivolous words. , But recite from this simple and elegant population, not only does not appear frivolous, on the contrary it is extremely romantic.

Siren disappeared into the moonlight, leaving only the scent of mountains full of tulips.