"Be careful," Ning Rongrong said to Han Feng and stepped aside.

When Han Feng turned around again, there was no smile on his face. The Flame Dragon God's Robe was put on, and the second soul skill flashed suddenly. Han Feng had already appeared in front of Feng Xiaotian. The hot flames wrapped around Han Feng's left fist and swung it out directly!

Under normal circumstances, Han Feng would naturally not be so reckless. Only by defending and counterattacking can the highest winning rate be ensured.

But now Han Feng doesn’t want to pay attention to those things. He just wants to vent his anger and expose his heart, which is better than anything else!

Feng Xiaotian watched the game between Han Feng and Canghui Academy, and naturally knew that Han Feng had a skill that could teleport, so why was he unprepared? Almost at the moment when Han Feng's second soul skill lit up, the second and third soul skills behind him also lit up at the same time. The martial soul possessed for the second time, and the two-headed wolf possessed again. He opened a pair of wind wings out of thin air behind him and dodged away!

Han Feng's fist almost wiped Feng Xiaotian's face, and did not cause any harm to Feng Xiaotian.

After successfully avoiding Han Feng's attack, Feng Xiaotian frowned and let out a cold voice.

He felt like he was fooled by Han Feng - the punch he just now was not weak, but he definitely did not have the power of destroying the team when he fought against the Fire Academy!

Han Feng also said coldly. Feng Xiaotian's speed was too fast. Even if he had teleportation with fixed-point protection, he still couldn't keep up with Feng Xiaotian's speed!

Feng Xiaotian looked at Han Feng in a volatile manner, and looked at the six-sided flame shield surrounding Han Feng. His eyes flashed, and the first soul ring behind him lit up. Dozens of wind blades appeared out of nowhere, surrounding Han Feng, and submerged Han Feng with lightning speed!

At the same time, Feng Xiaotian also smiled teasingly: "Where is your flame giant? Look at me, you will really lose!"

Han Feng had a ring of eyes? He sneered. The six-sided flame shield guarded at the fixed point was able to block six attacks from the soul master. It was no problem to face the dozens of wind blades of Feng Xiaotian!

Ding Ding Ding!

The wind blade fell? But Han Feng stood tall like a mountain? Let the wind blade attack!

The cold wind blade, in front of Han Feng, was like a breeze blowing on his face, without any threat!

On the contrary, Feng Xiaotian? The flames on the Shirl of the Sky attacked him along the trajectory of the Wind Blade? It made him unable to pursue it at all!

When the last wind blade fell, there was even a flame shield circling beside Han Feng!

Seeing this scene, Feng Xiaotian's pupils shrank!

He is now level 44? Among the four soul rings? There are two soul skills that are auxiliary soul skills, one is group soul attack skills, and only one first soul skill is suitable for use in one-on-one soul fighting, but now even the six-sided flame shield attached to Han Feng's second soul skill cannot be broken!

When Feng Xiaotian thought that Han Feng had a flame giant and a soul skill with great lethality was not used, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He unconsciously felt relieved, but when he thought of Huo Wu's delicate face, Feng Xiaotian was excited again!

Although he cheered up, Feng Xiaotian also understood that if he didn't show his trump card, he would definitely lose miserably!

"Han Feng! I was going to use this move again on the field? But now I can't hide it anymore? If you lose? You can't be stolen, you must talk to Huo Wu!" Feng Xiaotian made a quick decision, his body fluttered in the air with a strange rhythm, and the breeze gathered around him gradually turned into a strong wind. The four soul rings behind him did not move, but a wind blade appeared in front of him out of thin air!

"Own-created soul skills!" Ning Rongrong, who was watching the game, exclaimed slightly when he saw this, but he was not much worried. After all, Feng Xiaotian's wind blade is not very strong.

However, Han Feng frowned and pondered: "Thirty-six consecutive slashes of the wind demon wolf?"

Feng Xiaotian's self-created soul skill is still very strong, but Han Feng is not afraid - Han Feng is different from Tang San. Tang San cannot use hidden weapons and various poisons, and his strength is suppressed by most of his strength, and the Blue Silver Grass is restrained again. Only then can he use the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique to deal with Feng Xiaotian's thirty-six consecutive slashes, but Han Feng's martial soul is not afraid of slashing!

Strictly speaking, Han Feng can be regarded as a nightmare for the same-level powerful soul master!

"Ha! Stop talking nonsense!" Han Feng narrowed his eyes and sneered.

bite!

Han Feng just finished speaking, Feng Xiaotian's first slash had already fallen. The only remaining flame shield beside Han Feng was destroyed. Feng Xiaotian did not hesitate at all, his figure became faster and faster, and he slashed another sword in the blink of an eye!

The wind demon wolf slashed thirty-six times, and the more it was struck, the more intense it was!

Han Feng only saw Feng Xiaotian's figure flashing and appeared behind him. After the second slash, the Yanlong Royal Divine Robe had been cut off a corner!

"Don't move Yan Luo!" Speed ​​has never been Han Feng's advantage. He could not keep up with Feng Xiaotian's speed, but he was not afraid. The third soul ring behind him lit up, and a huge and fiery soul power gathered around him!

Seeing this scene, Feng Xiaotian's expression sank, his speed was three points faster, and he shouted: "It's too late! Before the flame giant appears, you will be defeated by my continuous slash!"

"fall!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Xiaotian had just finished speaking, and Yan Luo had already appeared. During this period, Feng Xiaotian had only had time to slash two more swords. Except for cutting Han Feng's Yanlong Royal Divine Robe two-thirds, he did not hurt Han Feng at all!

Since he knew the problem of shaking too long before his third soul skill, how could Han Feng, a guy who has a lot of time to think about improving and developing soul skills, not improve it?

Although Han Feng's third soul skill still cannot be instantly fired, the forward shake has been greatly shortened. Compared with the previous one, the required forward shake time is almost twice shortened!

"Go!" Feng Xiaotian said coldly. Facing the sudden appearance of the flame giant, he felt a little powerless, but his longing for Huo Wu also inspired him to rush forward!

After slashing out three more swords, Feng Xiaotian suddenly smiled!

He found that Han Feng, the flame giant, was strong, but his speed was too slow and he could not catch him at all. With his wings of the wind, he was able to fly Han Feng's kite. As long as he was superimposed to thirty-six slashes, with the power of the last slash, Feng Xiaotian was confident that he could defeat Han Feng!

How could Han Feng not see the problem that Feng Xiaotian discovered?

Han Feng smiled strangely. After Feng Xiaotian saw it, an ominous premonition emerged in his heart...

"The fourth soul skill·change·Spark of the Sky! Fall!" Han Feng shouted loudly, and the black soul ring that made Feng Xiaotian feared lit up. Feng Xiaotian only felt that the sky and the earth were dark, and the originally bright sunlight disappeared, but replaced by the red light of flames!

Five spears of the sky fell, four spells surrounded Han Feng and Feng Xiaotian, and one spell was capped, and Han Feng successfully trapped Feng Xiaotian in a small space!

The eyes of five pairs of iron-backed fire-eyed apes stared at Feng Xiaotian, making Feng Xiaotian’s heart bulge!

"Go! So what if I trap me? Even in this small space, you still can't catch me!" Feng Xiaotian roared and slashed two more times!

Feng Xiaotian had already slashed out nine swords, and the next five swords even directly cut off the Yanlong Divine Robe from Yan Luo Faxiang. Seeing this scene, Feng Xiaotian seemed to see hope!

But at this moment, Han Feng sneered: "Is that true!?"

Empty! Empty!

Han Feng's voice came, and Feng Xiaotian was shocked to find that the five gates of the sky were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. The already narrow space was left in the blink of an eye!

Feng Xiaotian didn't even have time to cut out even one more time, and he was squeezed between the gap between the Yan Luo Dharma Image and the Seraphic Gate, unable to move!

Han Feng moved in the Yan Luo Dharma image calmly, and under Feng Xiaotian's gradually frightened eyes, he approached him little by little until finally, Han Feng slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Xiaotian's collar...

"Catch you!" Han Feng grinned, and a trace of ferociousness flashed in his eyes.

boom!

The next moment, the power-absorbing shield was bombarded, and Han Feng did not take the initiative to gather energy, so this attack was only one of the Soul Sect attacks, but Feng Xiaotian was not a defensive soul master, and because he was sandwiched between the cracks, there was no room for buffering. Under this attack, the wings behind him were blown apart, the real armor was smashed, and even the possession of the martial soul could not be maintained!

A large mouthful of blood sprayed out. Han Feng removed the Yan Luo Dharma image and did not intend to let Feng Xiaotian go. He put the Shitian shield on his little arm and pressed Feng Xiaotian to the ground. He did not use any soul skills, just punched the left and right, punched the flesh!

Feng Xiaotian was quickly beaten to a bruised face, but Han Feng was still unhappy. He picked up a Seraphic Gate, which had shrunk to a normal portal size, and smashed it on Feng Xiaotian. Feng Xiaotian had only time to groan and could not resist at all!

Han Feng stepped on the Gate of Serath, grabbed his right hand in his face!
Chapter completed!