martial arts mythology system

Chapter 69 Breaking the Formation
The light of the knife dragged out a beautiful streak of white mixed with purple.

It was like a shell hitting a wall in the black air.

The masonry is broken, and the wind and snow are blowing!
Han Feng landed on the ground, turned around with a long knife in his hand, there seemed to be thousands of invisible silk threads breaking all around, and the black air tulle gradually melted a lot.

The ghosts hidden in the black air were also frightened and retreated to the surroundings.

The entire villa was shaken, and there were mistakes in the formation.

The sense of oppression brought by Qilian Mountain Villa suddenly decreased a little.

Seeing that his guess was correct, Han Feng held the long knife and rushed towards the corridor outside the house where he had killed the ghost before.

Time is running out, and there is no way to delay it for a moment.

The villa seemed to have life, and when he realized that Han Feng was rushing to the next formation node, he shook like crazy.

The black mist surged like a tide, violent and domineering.

The dark and evil spirits roared and howled, attacking Han Feng in the black environment.

Han Feng was chased by the terrifying black air, competing with death, and suddenly felt like he was surfing.

Swallowed by the black air, and then rushed out...

A strange monster chased after him, its hooked and sickle-like claws tore the cuff of the robe on Han Feng's right hand, jumped up, and rushed towards him.

Han Feng turned around, and the long knife in his hand drew a white light.

The monster split into two and turned into black gas.

But at the moment of delay, the billowing black air had already trapped Han Feng in the middle.

The three-headed human-shaped ghost and countless evil monsters trapped Han Feng in the middle of a rockery landscape.

There is an arch, a stone road, and a house from the next formation...

"Hey hey hey hey~"

The monsters rushed forward with a sinister smile.

"I'm such a lonely hero!"

Han Feng said something to himself, held the knife in both hands, and spun around.

The blade is like a whirling hurricane, cutting the evil things that come close.

The light of the knife is like snow, shining in the black air!

With a single blow, Han Feng killed a large number of evil spirits, and rose from the ground alone, rushing out of the obstruction of the black mist.

He landed suddenly and ran forward, [Zixia Zhenqi] urged [Iron Palm Flying Flowers] energy.

The purple palm energy turned into flying flowers and hit the shadow monsters blocking the way ahead, and the evil spirits hiding in the shadows shattered into black air.

Han Feng accelerated and rushed through the arch ahead.

At this time, a strong wind hit, and a ghostly monster chased up from behind, clawing at Han Feng.

Han Feng turned around, and in desperation, he clamped the ghost's arm under his armpit, took it around in a circle, and slashed at his neck with the blade in his hand.

As the knife flashed, the ghost shadow scattered into black air.

Han Feng continued to run forward.

However, there is still black air lingering ahead...

"Ugh..."

The roar of the evil wind and the roar of the ghost blended together, and together with the black mist, they rushed towards Han Feng.

Han Feng dragged his knife all the way and ran on the stone road in the courtyard.

Facing the whispers of the evil spirits, Han Feng's response was——

"Roar!!!"

The roar of the lion! ! !

The wild and domineering lion's roar vented its true energy in all directions, and shadow monsters were blown away by the air current.

……

In the hall by the lake, Gu Yunzhou, Guo Qinhan and others are trying their best to resist the large number of ghosts gathered outside the house.

Suddenly, a lion's roar was heard in the distance.

Zen Master Songyue raised his eyebrows, and seemed to have a sense of this Buddhist secret move.

Qi Lian Yinshuang heard the roar and looked outside the house into the distance.

"That is?"

Suddenly lost consciousness, a ghost has rushed in.

The ice flashed, and Guo Qinhan sent the ghost flying out of the room with one punch, and said, "Miss Fourth, don't be distracted, it's Xiao Han who is fighting, let's not let him risk his life in vain."

"Ok!"

Qilian Yinshuang nodded heavily.

However, when everyone was fighting fiercely at the gate.

A strong black ghostly aura rose from the fainted crowd...

Evil...and treacherous...

……

Besides, on Han Feng's side, a lion's roar shattered hundreds of evil spirits, and rushed all the way into the room connecting the corridor where the formation eye was located.

Several large and hideous ghosts are guarding here, and an unknown number of evil creatures are chasing after them frantically.

Han Feng was blocked by a large ghost, gasping for breath, already feeling the lack of internal strength.

Although "Zixia Cheats" has the characteristic of abundant internal energy, Han Feng's foundation is only at the eighth rank after all, and the continuous battles have exhausted the internal energy to the point where it cannot be fully recovered.

The ghost in front of him raised his thick arm and slammed it down.

Han Feng rolled on the spot, dodged the fatal blow, stood up, kicked his foot on the wall and slashed in the opposite direction.

The monster didn't dodge or evade, and it seemed to intend to exchange injuries with Han Feng with its punches.

The nearby ghost shadows were staring at each other, so Han Feng naturally couldn't fall for this one-shot attack, his body sank, and [Foshan Shadowless Feet] pierced through thousands of leg shadows.

The overlapping shadowless kicks kicked the monster in front of him away, mustering up all his strength, he flew out, smashed a wooden window, and came to the corridor.

Exhausting the remaining Zixia's true energy on his body, he stamped his palm on the wall.

The power of the palm surged, the purple petals fluttered, and the wall collapsed!

With the destruction of the formation eyes here, the black ghostly energy nearby shook again, and the evil spirits wailed mournfully.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Feng quickly withdrew.

Both formations were broken, but it was not safe enough.

Now that it has been determined that the entire Qilian Mountain Villa is a formation, there is one place that is absolutely key.

That was the place where Qilian Jinliu's wife died during the day.

The Tianli religion pattern drawn with blood, even if it is not the core of the formation, is also the key eye of the formation!
Turn over and climb up a big tree, use your strength to run on the treetops, while running [Zixia Cheats].

The more you can recover a little bit of true energy, the more hope you will have.

The ghost energy in the villa soon stopped shaking, and then surged towards Han Feng like a madman.

"What the hell is this?"

Turning his head and looking at the sprites and monsters in the billowing black mist behind him, Han Feng couldn't help being a little shocked.

Suddenly, a ghost flew out like an arrow, aiming at... Han Feng's back.

Feeling the death-threatening breath behind him, Han Feng quickly flew down, jumped off the treetop and landed, avoiding the blow.

But after such a delay, Tao Tao's ghostly air was very close.

But in front of him was blocked by a courtyard wall.

Between the light and the flint is life and death.

Han Feng stuck the blade in his hand to the ground, and moved [Zhenshan Iron Palm] with both palms, and the wild and rushing palm energy smashed the three-foot-thick wall into pieces.

In a flash, Han Feng passed through the wall.

The wave of black ghost energy followed closely behind, and the walls along the way were hardly blocked at all, and in an instant there was only rubble left on the ground.

Run desperately.

When Han Feng came to the boulder with the blood-colored pattern drawn on it, the surrounding area was already filled with ghostly aura, surrounded by fierce ghostly shadows.

This blood-colored boulder is his last chance. If the formation can be broken after the boulder is broken, his way of life will be cleared.

On the line of life and death, there is no hesitation.

[Sword and Sword Hexagram in the Snow] The ultimate power of the fusion of the three martial arts of swords and swords emptied all of Han Feng's Zixia Qi.

The chaotic purple flying snow flew around Han Feng's body for three feet, even before the ghost spirit, it was not weak.

Jing Hongxue's saber shines.

Hitting the boulder, it shattered everywhere.

At this moment, the entire Qilian Mountain Villa began to shake violently, fine cracks appeared in the black sky that covered the sky, and faint skylight fell from the sky.

After a knife.

Han Feng finally exhausted himself and sat down on the ground.

The ghost energy gradually gathered.

As the ghost shadows in the nearby black air watched covetously, a beam of sword light descended from the sky!

The black air waved away like a cloud.

　I don’t feel like I’ve written the plot well in the past few days, but the next thinking should be much clearer, and the writing skills should improve.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)