As the induction approached, Han Feng had already seen the light of purple clouds.

Getting closer, Han Feng even felt a little familiar with this momentum.

"This aura...isn't it the person who suddenly appeared when I and the Crescent Princess had fought to the end?"

"That person, ten are..."

Han Feng's guess was finally confirmed after colliding with the other party.

It was one of Huang Zheqi's two associates.

Sword in white!

"It's you!" The white-clothed swordman also noticed that Han Feng's breath was somewhat familiar, but he really didn't expect it to be Han Feng.

The impression of the white swordsman of Han Feng remained at the time when the eighth floor fought against the domineering son.

At that time, Han Feng's combat power was amazing, but it was far from fighting against the Crescent Princess.

"So that's the case, do you hide your strength?" Soon, the white-clothed swordsman guessed that Han Feng hadn't revealed his full strength when he was fighting the domineering son.

"The light of the purple cloud is so rich, it seems that you have a lot of the soul of the purple cloud in your hand, hand it over, and this son will spare you!" The white-clothed swordman stood with his hands proudly.

The white swordsman did have this capital, even if the three of the new moon princesses were united, they were not so concerned by the white swordsman.

Even Huang Zheqi had been robbed by a white-clothed swordsman. Otherwise, with Huang Zheqi's strength, how could there be only six groups of Ziyun Souls.

Han Feng squinted his eyes slightly: "Your Excellency's Purple Cloud Light is much richer than Han Mou. To say that there are so many Ziyun Souls, it should be your Excellency. If you **** your Ziyun Soul, Han can't say that he can comprehend a superb skill."

The white-clothed swordman's eyes were cold: "It seems that your Excellency intends to resist, in that case..."

A white light struck out abruptly, as if splitting the black night sky into two in an instant, at an extremely fast speed.

While talking, the white-clothed swordsman suddenly shot.

With Han Feng's current Divine Soul Realm, he was only one step away from the seventh rank, and Han Feng had already noticed the moment when the white swordsman shot.

The swordsman in white clothed swords very quickly, and the divine sword in his hand is the eight-tribulation divine sword with infinite power.

It's a pity that the Eight Tribulations Divine Sword was sealed in the Ziyun Tower, and it was harder at best.

Facing the attack of the white-clothed swordsman, Han Feng had no reservations, the Shenyan battle body and the Jinxian body instantly displayed, and the Ziji mysterious fire was integrated into it.

At the same time, the Supreme Profound Sword appeared in Han Feng's hands and cut it out instantly.

boom!

The two big slashes bombarded together in the void, like two stars colliding, endless sword energy swept out, raging away like a storm.

The white-clothed swordsman's expression is slightly condensed: "I didn't expect you to have such methods. Unfortunately, you are not a real sword repairer. This kind of divine sword is completely wasteful in your hands, it belongs to my son!"

The Nine Tribulations Divine Sword is already the top of the top grade Divine Sword, and it is only a matter of condensing Chaos Seeds to be upgraded to the top grade divine weapon.

The ordinary Eight Tribulations Divine Sword, if you want to advance to the Nine Tribulations Divine Sword, you don't know how long it will take to complete the accumulation.

This time is long, and the white-clothed swordsman can't wait, it's better to grab a Nine Tribulations Divine Sword.

The Supreme Profound Sword is bound to win, and the white-clothed swordsman's offensive has suddenly become much fiercer.

Swords of light, like the Milky Way, swept to Han Feng frantically.

Han Fengshen Yan's battle armor was worn on his body, and Jin Xianxian pupil appeared in the center of Han Feng's eyebrows.

Jin Xianxian pupil flashed with a dazzling golden luster. As soon as Jinxianxian pupil opened, the sword light that was as fast as light suddenly slowed down in Han Feng's sight.

Many unclear tracks can be seen clearly at this moment.

All of this, in addition to the role of Jinxianxiantong itself, was also related to Han Feng's spirit reaching the sixth rank.

If Han Feng's spirit level is too low, only the sixth rank is inferior, even if the Jinxianxian pupil is deployed, he will still not be able to see the white-clothed swordsman's sword light attack trajectory.

"What!" The white-clothed swordsman had already reached the culmination of his offensive, but he still didn't hit Han Feng at all, which surprised the white-clothed swordsman.

Obviously being swallowed by the torrent of white sword light, but he can always dodge between the gaps of sword light.

"Is it the golden pupil?" The white swordman naturally found the golden fairy pupil on Han Feng's eyebrows.

"In that case..."

"Emperor sword body, condensed!" The white-clothed swordsman's aura changed, as if the king descended, every sword light's offensive became fiercer and faster, and every sword light carried the king's overlord's momentum.

The sword lights merged together, and the imposing power of the overlord was even more astonishing, like an ancient emperor's sword, which brought great pressure to Han Feng.

Under such pressure, Jinxianxiantong actually felt an indescribable pain, and even Han Feng himself was affected by the overlord's aura, and his speed dropped sharply.

Boom boom boom!

At the moment when Han Feng's speed dropped sharply, sword lights blasted Han Feng with unparalleled power.

"Shen Yan Battle Armor, give me body protection!" Han Feng ran the Shen Yan Battle Armor with all his strength to resist the golden light.

A burst of sword light washed away, and the battle armor of God Yan was scarred.

"The cultivation base is stronger than Huangzhe Qi by a small realm, but the strength exceeds more than one small realm."

"but……"

"It's not enough for me to win!"

"Six-winged profound dragon transformed, condensed!"

With a roar, the purple flame dragon quickly condensed and formed.

Not only that, this time the purple flame mysterious dragon's eyes turned into brilliant gold, which was exactly the same as the golden fairy pupil.

Xuanlong's eyes burst out with brilliant golden light, which carried the mighty power of the soul, covering the area.

Hum!

The soul of the white-clothed swordsman was immediately shocked, and was upset.

One after another illusions appeared in the spirits of the white swordsman, affecting the white swordsman.

"This is... an illusion attack!"

"Damn it!" The sword body of the white-clothed swordsman remained unchanged, but the condensed emperor's overlord aura was scattered, and the pressure on Han Feng's body disappeared completely.

Only the sixth-rank top spirit can't do this, everything depends on the golden fairy pupil.

Roar!

Without the oppression of the overlord's aura~lightnovelpub.net~ Han Feng Xuanlong rushed out of the sky, a breath of dragon spit out fiercely.

"The King's Sword!" Although the white-clothed sword-man was affected by various illusions, the spirit of the soul was also constantly impacted, causing his head to be painful, but the perception of danger did not disappear.

When the dragon's breath came, the white-clothed swordsman suddenly broke out of his strongest one.

All the sword light is condensed and turned into a real giant sword, that is the king sword!

The unmatched king's aura pervades.

Boom!

The King Sword inserted into the dragon's breath and sprinted forward continuously, but the offensive was slower and slower, and finally shuddered. The King Sword completely collapsed and turned into a sky full of sword energy, falling on the ground like a heavy rain, washing out nowhere. Fine hole.

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