Chapter 850

"Roar -"

The Dragon Python roared and appeared on Tianjue's head. The thick and thin waist of the bucket swung and his tail swept to Han Fei's face door.

"Die!" Above the sky, the little black hawk, like a dagger, made a long sound that rang through the sky. In an instant, the two demon pets fought together, roaring and neighing, dazzled.

Tianjue was the first to ask Qiu longmang for help, which surprised everyone.

The starry sky darkened, and the Dan tablet stared at the two-year-old relatives, shaking excitedly.

Countless visible and invisible lines flicker with open fire, or the traction of divine consciousness, or the flow of Reiki, or the change of Rune patterns. At first glance, they are still complex and chaotic. However, at the moment when the gun light and sword shadow sweep over the outer layer of the luminous flame, two bright tracks extend in the center of the chaotic lines, such as paoding jieniu, and the situation suddenly opens up.

Han Fei's sword is simple and direct. Simply, it seems that there is no sword move, casual, free and easy and natural.

Staring at Han Fei's sword, the friar with weak divine knowledge beat his heart very badly. Around Han Fei, with sword light as the core, he rebuilt an almost perfect world. In this world, Han Fei raised his hands and dominated the whole world.

"Peng -" the soul stirring spear is like an angry dragon, trying to rush into the world and catch Han Fei. In an instant, a sword net shrouded the spear and released a startling sound.

"Cut!" Before the gun shadow dissipated, the sword net disappeared. The dingdong ancient sword with dim yellow light stabbed Tianjue.

Han Fei devoted all his strength to each sword and improved the speed to the extreme. If not, Han Fei would have lost. The gap of cultivation needs to be made up with extreme speed and instant power. That's the only way. To share equally with Tianjue.

All the spiritual power poured into the sword body and instantly evolved into the purest edge. Where the sword light passed, it erased all the chaos and cut off all the chaos.

"Thorn!" But somehow, Tianjue crossed that layer of sword light and stood straight up to the dazzling edge behind. It was unique and had no impurities. The soul-stirring long gun and Tianjue were integrated into one place, and the hum resonated.

This is a perfect shot, with a sharp angle and extremely fast speed. If you change to other opponents, I'm afraid you've been split at the moment and kneel down and surrender.

In the crowd, there was an exclamation, and their eyes stared obsessed. They didn't want Tianjue to miss, nor did they want the battle to end prematurely.

Such a wonderful fight is rarely seen. It has nothing to do with cultivation. In a simple battle skill competition, they are not equal.

On Han Fei's head and behind him, the spirit force formed a vigorous wind, roared into his body, and then evolved into a wonderful sword move, flying out to resist like a heavenly woman scattered flowers.

Behind Tianjue's back and under his feet, the yellowish brown earth vein Qi is no less. Let's roll up the sand and dust to form a strong protection and pour more energy into the body.

At this moment, it seems that they are not competing, but a duel and competition between heaven and earth.

In the face of Tianjue's wonderful shot, Han Fei's face remained unchanged. His right hand shook, Ding Dong ancient sword was shining, and the sound of dragon singing and tiger roaring was loud. With the roaring sound, the chill penetrated the hearts and lungs.

The flowing Qi secrets between them, such as fireworks and waves, affect the aura torrent and explode in the void.

Right now. Han Fei suddenly smiled.

At the moment of smiling, Han Fei's dingdong ancient sword stabbed a strange angle. It was a dead corner of heaven. It was the best chance to fight so far.

The sword light didn't point at Tianjue, but stabbed into the sky. In the sound of gold and jade, the aura in several miles surged endlessly, and the Tianjue who rushed down was also one of them. Under him, it seemed as if a big hand held up the sky and tried to lift it up.

"Broken!" Tianzi holds the long gun in both hands, raises it over his head, and then stabs it hard.

With this shot, Tianzi poured all his strength. The speed was extreme and the strength reached the peak. Under the soul stirring spear, the vegetation fell down, and the sand and stone cracked, as if to pierce the earth.

The invisible power barrier was broken by the sound of bang, the light of gun was surging, and poured down with the rumble of thunder.

However, the explosive power of the soul-stirring spear. Touching Han Fei's yellow lightsaber net, the speed slowed down, and even the power decreased.

A sharp dagger fell on the iron palm, with sparks splashing and the sound of gold and iron ringing, but it was unable to pierce the huge sword net palm.

With the spread of the sword light, the deep chill has spread to every corner around. The sword Qi is everywhere, and everything inconsistent with its quality is instantly excluded.

At this moment, Tianjue holding a long gun is like a rising sun; Han Fei, on the other hand, is the starlight hidden behind the sun. Although it is dim, it is numerous.

The fiery soul-stirring spear rotates to release pure white light, stabbing it from the world opened up by the sword Qi. The surrounding void is distorted in the heat wave. The spear tip collides with the sword Qi without any tricks. The generated shock spreads and the momentum is amazing. The sound was frightening.

Han Fei's newly formed sword world was broken by the roar, and Han Fei and Tianjue's body were submerged in the sparks and smoke again.

"Break it for me!" The sky will never be reconciled. He jumped up, pulled up, pulled up again, held the spear in both hands and stabbed it again.

"Click! Click! " The speed was too fast, and the space was quickly crushed. The bystanders only felt a cold air coming out from the depths of the viscera, freezing blood and killing the yuan God.

Under the long gun, Han Fei stood proudly. Facing the fierce attack, he pierced several swords again and condensed into a new sword net.

The sword gas was whistling, and the temperature rose to a terrible height, as if a yellow flame was burning. After a few short breaths, all the sounds were suddenly silent.

The sound of the sword has no medium to spread, and the yellow flame has lost its burning form. Only the purest and grand energy of both sides launches the most intense collision.

The silent area is expanding rapidly, and there is a dead silence inside.

The monks who watched had to move back again to avoid being swallowed up. Except for the two initiators, no one could survive even for a moment. Even people like ghost eye, once involved, would be hanged and cleaned in an instant, leaving no residue.

However, such a terrible region has only existed for less than ten years.

Without any warning, the dead area that has expanded for miles is broken with a bang.

At this point. A dazzling fine light flew up and fled in the air. Where it passed, it was chaotic and clear as water. In just three or five circles, the monks' vision was wide open. It was clear and bright in the dead area before, and the weather of sword breaking the world was restored.

It is not Tianjue's Soul-catching spear that dominates all this, but the Ding Dong sword Qi that seems weak and yellow light introverted.

"This is also a top-grade flying sword!" Several exclamations came from the crowd. Looking at the winding and vivid dingdong ancient sword in a daze.

All the friars looked at God but not form. They only felt that the sword was flying freely. There is a sense of unparalleled sword in it. Occasionally, the sword edge swings and the sword tip points. The person in question has difficulty breathing and the movement of Qi machine all over the body is also blocked.

With the clear appearance of the sword light, the figure in the area became more and more invisible. The monks turned their eyes, but they were all in a daze.

Tianjue's chest is cracked, ups and downs are violent, blood is pouring, and his face is extremely ugly; Hundreds of meters away, Han Fei held his right hand high. The tip of dingdong ancient sword pointed to the sky. A trace of white breath entered the ancient sword. The sword body trembled violently, like a long yellow snake, stirring the world around.

Han Fei shook his body, as if it was difficult to control the Ding Dong ancient sword. Raise your left hand quickly, hold your shoulder with both hands, and chop towards the position where Tianzi stands.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to stagnate. Even, people's eyes have been completely attracted by the Yellow dingdong ancient sword, staring, watching and moving

Tianzi stood there, his body shaking, his mouth rippling with bright red blood and roaring. Raise your gun.

"Who is the first?"

However, Han Fei spoke again. As before, his voice was cold and arrogant. The Ding Dong ancient sword in his hand seemed to be slow and fast, reaching Tianjue's eyes with extreme speed.

Tianjue's spear was only half raised. His eyes were red and his heart was unwilling. He stared at Han Fei and ignored the flying sword.

"Who is the first?" The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and Han Fei roared. At the moment, his eyes burst with killing intent.

Tianzi stares at Han Fei, his right hand shaking with a long gun. If he says no, Han Fei's flying sword will pierce his throat. But. It's hard to say that.

For a long time! For a long time!

Tianjue dejectedly put down his long gun, and the reluctance and anger in his eyes converged, "Han Fei is the first!"

"What day is it?" Han Fei's eyes are scarlet, like a bloodthirsty monster.

"Second!" Two words, Tianjue exhausted his whole body's strength, his eyes drooped and converged all his spiritual power.

In an instant, the crimson round thing in the East suddenly emitted a dazzling light, which made everyone's eyes ache, and the clouds next to it suddenly had brilliance.

The rising sun jumped out and looked naughtily at all things in the world.

At this moment, the shadow of danbei overlapped with Han Fei, and danbei suddenly shook violently. The world was singing Sanskrit. The huge Dan tablet cracked and crumbled, and the palm sized virtual shadow shook and rushed into Han Fei's body at the extreme speed.

"Boom -" Han feiru was hit hard, his eyes blackened, and his body flew up like a broken kite.

The little black eagle rushed like lightning, spread his wings, held Han Fei's body, circled, and flew quickly to the white tiger college.

Under the rising sun, Han Fei's clothes on his back cracked, and a gun mark from his shoulder to his waist and hip was eye-catching. In the middle of the gun mark, a rectangular mark the size of a brick was left!

"The Dan tablet is broken!" The tens of thousands of onlookers recovered and screamed in horror.

On the Abbot's mountain, several terrible divine senses scanned the world and stopped on the ruins of the Dan monument. They didn't want to leave for a long time.