Chapter 712

The terrain of the fifth pass is a towering mountain peak, a mountain road with a width of tens of feet, winding to the peak.

As long as the golden elixir monk who can enter the fifth level is within 10000, there will be a phantom statue of him left here.

When new people break in, the phantom statue nearest to the barrier breaker will revive and use his most powerful move to attack the barrier breaker. If the person who breaks through the pass defeats the statue, he can get the other party's ranking; Once the intruder fails, the light array will be triggered and transmitted, and the ranking will be recorded by the previous defeated ranking.

The biggest charm of the white tiger list. Because of these phantom statues. Jindan friars often come here to break through the fifth level.

Compared with the previous levels, Han Fei likes the setting of this level. Every time you defeat a statue, you will leave your own image behind. This goes up the mountain a little. It feels good to move forward step by step.

"Boom -" a wind blade was waved, the angry statue of the King Kong man in front of him was broken, and 1500 characters flickered, indicating Han Fei's regained position.

Han Fei did not stop, raised his dingdong ancient sword and continued to move forward.

"1300!"

"Nine hundred!"

"800!"

……

On the white tiger list, Han Fei jumps dozens of places every few minutes.

Those golden elixir ancestors who are sure that Han Fei can't reach 1000. Now there was an ugly silence. Those golden elixir friars with statues in the fifth level came from all directions with gloomy faces after receiving the message of declining ranking one after another.

"Come and bet! Can Han Fei enter the 300? "

The clever disciple has shouted out the gambling disc. However, Han Fei's speed is too fast. Every time the gambling disc has not been opened, Han Fei has surpassed the ranking.

"What's going on?" The ancestors of the golden elixir period ranked at the top are not calm“ Is the golden elixir of heaven really so powerful? Within a thousand, they are all phantom statues of the ancestors in the middle of Jindan. How can Han Fei break through so easily? "

"The speed is terrible! Although this phantom statue is somewhat different from my strength, it is the phantom statue of 10000 Jindan friars! Han Fei is too rebellious. He broke through the 1000 mark at one time! You know, other ancestors of the golden elixir period succeeded only after repeated shocks! "

Han Fei rushed into a thousand and immediately attracted the attention of neizong Tianjiao. Some neizong Tianjiao, who are busy practicing, have stopped practicing and paid attention to Han Fei's impact on the ranking of the list!

"Shit!" On the square, Lei Zhen suddenly burst into foul language, and his cheeks instantly turned red“ Seven hundred, my statue is broken! "

The name of Lei Zhen, former president of white tiger college, is still known to everyone. Whether Han Fei, the new dean, can surpass Lei Zhen. Has been controversial.

Hearing Lei Zhen's own words about the destruction of his statue, everyone's expression became more excited.

"Up to 300! Those are all illusions left by the late ancestors of the golden elixir. In recent years, 300 young disciples have been able to break into the sect. Now they have become quasi inheriting disciples of the sect! "

"Han Fei has become a disciple of zongmen to inherit the golden elixir of heaven. Moreover, Han Fei has obtained the inheritance of Dan tablet. It's not too much to say that he is a disciple of inheritance!"

"About 350, almost! It can't be higher! "

Han Fei broke through the pass and showed everyone the power of the golden elixir of heaven. Because the impact on the list was too fast, they were beaten in the face by Han Fei before long!

"Two hundred and eighty!"

A cry of surprise came from the crowd. After it was introduced into the people's ears, there was no response. Even now, no one dares to predict how many players Han Fei can rush into.

Every time the person who predicted said the reason was clear, but the result was that before long, Han Fei's ranking completely exceeded the prediction.

On the white jade door frame, the more upward, the larger the light spot. At the moment, the more than 200 light spots are like stars shining.

The star representing Han Fei is still moving. Compared with the previous, although the speed has slowed down a little, it is still visible to the naked eye.

"Hoo Hoo"

With the increase of height, the cold wind makes a harsh sound. At this moment, Han Fei saw an acquaintance.

Yang Bufan's phantom statue is in the middle of the mountain road 30 meters in front of him. Two hundred and sixty-three, that's enough.

All the way up, Han Fei was not hurt. His Taoist robe was also damaged in many places. Han Fei doesn't know how these phantom statues were formed. Compared with the secular 4D technology, the phantom statues here are too real.

In this strange space, you can seal up a person's fighting picture, and you can live to attack people.

At the beginning, Han Fei still had a playful attitude. Gradually, Han Fei's unyielding blood was stimulated. The statues in front of him were no longer dead, but living opponents.

At the moment, Yang Bufan is holding a long gun in his hand, and his eyebrows are feminine.

This image. It is very different from Han Fei's impression. After entering the three hundred as like as two peas, the size of the statue is exactly the same as that of a human. Every move, vividly, between fights. The phantom statues even roared like themselves.

From 10000 to more than 260, Han Fei didn't waste much time, but his real gas consumption was also very serious. In this closed space, no matter what skill is used. It's hard to recover cultivation.

Everyone is embarrassed to get to this position. However, Han Fei can clearly feel that every statue here can not be underestimated.

"Yang Zhangjiao, let me experience your magic power!" After a little breathing, Han Fei's right hand hung low, carrying dingdong ancient sword, walked towards Yang Bufan step by step.

Most of the statues here use flying swords. Few people like Yang Bufan use long guns. Han Fei can be sure that this long gun is by no means an ordinary product.

"Boom -" when the distance was close, Yang Bufan's phantom statue suddenly moved. The dusty long gun suddenly burst into a fiery red light. In a moment, the tip of the gun had reached Han Fei's body.

"Dang!" The ancient sword in his hand suddenly crossed his chest. Han Fei leaned back to avoid the attack. At the same time, Han Fei suddenly lost his ancient sword and quietly reached Yang Bufan with his left hand.

"Click -" the air stirred. Han Fei's five fingers of his left hand tightened at Yang Bufan's throat and made a sound of gold and iron.

Yang Bufan's throat was smashed, and his illusory figure. It is unwilling to break.

On the square, Yang Bufan's jade pendant on his waist was hot, and his throat seemed to be pinched by a big hand. His face was red and uncomfortable.

The phantom statue seals a wisp of remnant soul of the intruder. Han Fei uses the broken soul lock to pinch the statue. As this statue, he will have a clear feeling.

Throat? It's not a glorious thing that the statue was destroyed and the ranking fell back. Yang Bufan knew he had lost, but he didn't shout like Lei Zhen. However, what Yang Bufan doesn't understand is that within the scope covered by his long gun, how can Han Fei attack his throat?

The crowd gathered in the square was completely attracted by Han Fei's appalling speed. In the crowd, people often make the sound of shortness of breath.

"Ah -" a woman's scream suddenly sounded behind the crowd, and then suddenly silent.

Han Fei! Damn you! The blushing golden elixir nun covered her breasts with her hands. At the moment when the statue was destroyed, her breasts were numb and uncomfortable. Damn Han Fei, I'm sure——

"Ah -" another female friar whispered. The voice of gnashing her teeth came out very far. Her white legs were tightly closed, and her delicate body trembled with anger!

Han Fei! You son of a bitch, how can you use such a dirty move!

"Ha ha... Ha ha..."

On the mountain, Han Fei's debauchery laughter echoed and circled, kneading the position between his legs with both hands and watching the statue break.

"What a pity! What a pity! " Han Fei shook the dingdong ancient sword and approached the 100th phantom statue. The mouth chattered, "I should insult those female monks in front! What a pity! What a pity! "

As time goes by, Han Fei's eyes are blooming with more and more cruel war spirit. Han Fei himself may not realize that there is a strong desire to fight in his eyes, which is a strong breath of wanting to tear everything apart and eager to hit the top of the list.

In front, a monk in blue turned his back to Han Fei. At the moment when Han Fei approached, he jumped up and took the initiative to attack