Heaven-defying Skills

The master of the Mist Temple, Huanwu, floated to a place not far in front of Han Fengxue, staring at Han Fengxue with cold eyes, and then shifted to Huanxing, saying indifferently: "Go away, from now on, I don't have a daughter like you!"

The ruthless words deeply penetrated Huanxing's heart. Her lips moved, but she didn't say anything in the end. She couldn't hold back a tear anymore, and it slowly fell on her cheek. For so many years, he was still the same as before, so cold and ruthless. Just this one sentence shattered her last ray of hope. She knew that she and Huanwu would be strangers from now on, even hostile. Standing on the back of the little phoenix, her black hair fluttered in the wind. Huanwu wanted to show mercy and let her go, but would she leave? A sad smile appeared on her face. Huanxing wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at Huanwu's eyes, without a trace of complexity and emotion. From then on, the father-daughter relationship was broken, and they lived as strangers.

Han Fengxue glanced at Huanxing, and felt a slight pain in his heart. He brought Huanxing here to solve this matter. Looking at the attitude of Huanwu, the master of the Mist Temple, if the other party still remembered the father-daughter relationship, Han Fengxue would also be willing to give Huanxing face and acknowledge this father-in-law, but since the other party chose to be ruthless, he could only choose to be hostile to the other party.

Seeing that Huanxing did not make any move, Huanwu frowned, but then ignored her again, looked at Han Fengxue, and said coldly: "You are very brave, you dare to come to the Mist Temple!"

"I came here just to tell you, Huanxing, I married you, which is a respect for you. After all, you were her father before, but now, it seems redundant." Han Fengxue didn't care about the coldness in the other party's tone at all, and still had a calm expression on his face, and said lightly.

"Very good, but since you are here, stay here forever." As he said, Huanwu's body released the power of elements crazily, and the mist was extremely thick, covering his whole person a little erratic.

"If it's just you, I really don't care." Han Fengxue smiled and glanced at the Mist God below. As long as he didn't make a move, what would happen to the Mist God Palace Master? Even if he couldn't do anything to the other party, the other party might not be able to move him. He had comprehended the space solidification skill, and his strength was much stronger. Although the other party knew that he had this skill, he had to be careful and guard against it. He couldn't attack fiercely with all his strength.

Hearing Han Fengxue's wild words, the crowd was also a little stunned, but they didn't dare to doubt Han Fengxue's strength at this moment. Before, they suffered a great loss. Even the tenth-level Huan Yun was defeated by Han Fengxue in an instant. Who knows how many cards this young man has not used yet? The Mist God looked at Han Fengxue with a misty look. No one could see what he was thinking in his heart, but that touch of confidence could not be concealed, like confidence in Huanwu, and like confidence in himself.

After transmitting a message to Little Phoenix, Little Phoenix immediately understood and took Huanxing back a long distance. Han Fengxue also said to Huanwu at this moment: "Let's fight!" As he spoke, the fighting spirit on his body was released and burned crazily. All the trump cards to improve strength, naturalization of the five elements, instant improvement of innate skills and frenzy were all used. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Han Fengxue's momentum continued to rise.

A cold snort came from Huanwu's nostrils, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble. Huanwu sneered. What's wrong with using secret methods to improve strength? It's still the ninth level. The real threat to him is only Han Fengxue's strong body and the skills that can freeze the space. But at this moment, a silver-white and dazzling light flashed, and a sword sound came out. In Han Fengxue's hand, there was an extra silver-white long sword. The sword body was still trembling constantly, and the chill emanating from it made people feel cold.

"Divine weapon!" The eyes of the God of Mist finally fluctuated, revealing a look of surprise. He couldn't help but whisper. A divine weapon appeared in Han Fengxue's hand. The divine weapon shouldn't appear in his hand. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the long sword. A powerful aura was released from the long sword. They whispered in their hearts: "Is this a divine weapon?" A trace of desire rose in their hearts. They had to admire Han Fengxue. Not only did he have a divine beast, but he also had a divine weapon. Then, under their shocked eyes, a set of silver-white armor appeared on Han Fengxue's body. At this time, even the eyes of the God of Mist were solemn. He also understood why Han Fengxue had such a strong physical strength. Seeing this, the light of thought flashed in his eyes.

Huan Wu was also slightly stunned, and then revealed a hint of sneer. His body floated, the space fluctuated, and he disappeared on the spot. When he appeared again, he was in front of Han Fengxue. A light flashed, and Han Fengxue directly chopped at the figure that appeared, but under the engulfment of his sword light, the figure was directly torn apart, but no blood flowed out, it was just an illusion. At this time, a sense of crisis came, and behind him, an extremely cold breath kept approaching his body.

"Hmm?" Such a strong illusion, Han Fengxue secretly said. The power of Huanwu was indeed not comparable to that of the Second Master of the Mist Temple. He did not even notice the mist illusion ability he used. His mind was spinning rapidly. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Han Fengxue's eyes. He did not dodge and just withstood the opponent's cold palm power. "Puchi," a soft voice came out, and the crowd all showed a hint of sneer. Provoking the Master of the Mist Temple would have serious consequences. They also secretly sighed. The Master's strength was indeed... It was indeed strong. Not only Han Fengxue, but even they thought that the figure in front of Han Fengxue was real. You know, Huanwu's illusion was just aimed at Han Fengxue, but it affected them. It was obviously strong to a certain extent. No wonder Han Fengxue was defeated. Unlike the crowd, Huanxing screamed and was a little confused. She also knew that Han Fengxue could definitely use flash to dodge, but he didn't. She suppressed her worries. She understood that with Han Fengxue's intelligence, he must have a reason for doing so.

A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The powerful thrust and cold air invaded his body. His figure flashed, and Han Fengxue quickly dodged. He used the innate skill to increase speed. Han Fengxue's movements were also extremely swift. The light passed behind him and retreated the chasing Huanwu. Han Fengxue also sighed secretly. Huanwu's strength was indeed strong. If he didn't have the body of a demigod, I'm afraid one blow would be enough to kill him.

Huanwu did not pursue Han Fengxue's attack. After a successful attack, his confidence became stronger. Although he was impressed by the opponent's armor defense, he also found out Han Fengxue's weakness. His mental strength was not enough to resist his illusion. As long as he attacked a few more times, even if Han Fengxue's ability to resist attacks was strong, he would have a way to destroy Han Fengxue.

The mist continued to extend, covering the entire space. The light mist made Huanwu and Han Fengxue's figures look very ethereal. Various illusions continued to appear in Han Fengxue's mind. Not long after, several more attacks fell on him, and blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth. However, Han Fengxue did not seem to care at all, and there was even a slight smile on the corners of his mouth.

But at this moment, fog rose up around Han Fengxue's body, and it also continued to extend. However, compared with the light transparent mist released by the illusion fog, what Han Fengxue released was a fire dance. The rich flames made the surrounding space hot, and Han Fengxue's figure was also shrouded in the fire dance, and the sight could not capture it. Although it was a very low-level skill, Han Fengxue, who had reached the ninth level of strength, used it and still covered the battle space. The crowd could only rely on the power of the soul to feel it.

"Hmm?" Huanwu was slightly startled, but he didn't care. The power of his soul spread out, using the fire dance to cover his body. Was it useful? With his soul cultivation, he could completely ignore the visual obstruction. The fog surged again, and it became even thicker. Huanwu also exerted the illusion ability of the fog element to the extreme. The space fluctuated, and his body disappeared from the spot and appeared in the fire dance released by Han Fengxue. The extremely strong space fluctuations came out. This time Huanwu was going to take real action. While affecting the opponent's spirit, it violently trembled the surrounding space, pulling out a dark crack. The devouring power continued to come out from the fire fog. Moreover, that piece of space became particularly weird. In the fire color, there was a dark looming.

Strong destructive energy leaked out from the fire fog, and the crowd's hearts tightened. Their soul power seemed to be blocked by the power of destruction, and they could not see through it. However, they all had confidence in their Mist Temple Master Huanwu. A cold smile appeared at the corners of their mouths, and Huanxing's heart was lifted, staring at the fire fog tightly.

The frantic space was desperately agitated, and the crazy elemental turbulence swept through. The terrifying suction force came out from it. Huanwu also shouted, as if there was a trace of pride, which made Huanxing's heart beat and tighten. Her little hands were also clenched. If Han Fengxue had any accident, she would not have the courage to live.

Most of the people had a smile on their faces, but there was one exception. That person turned out to be the God of Mist. After a moment of silence, after shouting loudly, Huanwu did not make a sound of victory. It seemed like a long time had passed. Then a sound of puffing was heard, and the crowd saw Han Fengxue flying backwards, with blood still flowing from the corners of his mouth. His eyes were fixed on the God of Mist, and he said coldly, "Shameless!"