Super Skill System

After seeing such a scene, Mo Qingyan's face suddenly became extremely shocked.

Because he could feel that the sword energy in the opponent's warehouse actually enveloped all the mountains here.

It can be said that Han Qingyu was not targeting Chu Feng alone, but seemed to be targeting everyone including Chu Feng.

Han Qingyu looked at the other party's slightly horrified eyes, a wicked smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and said faintly, "Is it already felt?"

"But it's too late now."

At this time, Han Qingyu's entire body was trembling constantly, and a cold sweat leaped on his cheeks.

The long sword in his hand had already trembled to the extreme, and the blood-red light was eternally above the long sword, surrounded by extremely strange stains.

It is like dragging a large mountain, slowly pulling out the long sword, and as the long sword exits, the endless deep cold air surges crazily and gathers here.

At this moment, the stones on the ground had already risen into the air, and under such crazy sword aura, they turned directly into powder.

The originally sunny sky was instantly shrouded in boundless darkness,

The murderous aura flashed in the deep darkness, which made people scared and even had difficulty breathing.

At this time, on the small mountain, the Han family's main line of people also frowned, looking at the Wuyang team not far away, with a heavy heart.

At the same time, a young man dressed in blue clothes, with a tender complexion, eyes like electricity, and a sharp eyebrow, was staring fiercely at Chu Feng in front of him.

This person is not someone else, it is Han Zifei.

At the same time, Han Zifei stood beside a middle-aged man who looked like an iron tower.

The middle-aged man’s chest is covered with sword marks and sword wounds, and the hideous scars are already a cobweb.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's expression sank, and he stared at Chu Feng not far away. A long spear in his hands already shook out a fierce spear.

"Who is he?"

"Why is it here?"

At this time, Han Zifei's eyes were like electricity, and the long sword in his hand flicked lightly. There was a trace of ferocity in his expression, and he said in a gloomy tone: "No one here knows."

"Presumably the reason why Han Qingyu got here must have something to do with this person."

"Uncle San, help me take this person down."

"Take a good trial for me."

While speaking, the long sword in Han Zifei's hand has already turned into countless sword lights in the void, surging around him, constantly surrounding him.

The sharp Jian Mang cut open the surrounding void, and a series of simple and simple auras came leisurely.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man who looked like an iron tower flashed a hesitation between his eyebrows, lowered his voice and said: "Xiao Fei, I think this person seems to be in conflict with Han Qingyu before."

"If it weren't for Han Qingyu like this, how could he do anything to him?"

Han Zifei frowned, with a icy smile at the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, "This person's strength is not good, if he is really Han Xingyu's mortal enemy."

"Why would Han Qingyu release Vita?"

"Don't say it was Han Qingyu, even I might be able to slaughter him."

"The two of them are in the same group, and this time it's just acting for us."

"Uncle San, don't be fooled."

After saying this, the sword energy around Han Zifei was surging crazily, and it was like a tidal stream, heading towards the Chu Feng in front of him. The sharp sword light flashed through the clouds, and the speed was extremely fast.

But at this moment, Mo lightly said that this was a slight reaction, and he dragged his hands forward quickly.

A huge shield phantom suddenly appeared in the air,

Just listen to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

A burst of metal mingling, countless sword lights hit the phantom shadow of the shield, shattering one after another, turning into a pale gray mist.

"Zifei, don't stop!" Mo Qingyan said with a slight embarrassment on his face.

Han Zifei frowned, his expression was cold, staring straight at Chu Feng not far away, and said faintly, "Senior Mo!"

"This person is not the main line of my Han family, I am afraid it is..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Mo Qingyan broke off directly: "Xiao Fei, this Daoist chief is my lifesaver."

"If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I would be dead."

"Don't make trouble here unreasonably."

Hearing this, everyone present was shocked, and their eyes flashed with caution.

Obviously, even if it was what Mo lightly said, they were a little unbelievable at this time.

Han Zifei frowned, slowly lowering his sword.

Although I can’t let it go, I haven’t taken it back to Cambridge

With a slightly suspicious expression on his face, he said: "Senior Mo, but if he is really not a bad person, what is the explanation for Han Qingyu outside?"

Mo Qingyan sighed in a low voice, and said lightly: "Maybe someone has leaked his whereabouts, but it's definitely not the Taoist leader."

"He said he wanted to disadvantage my Han family, so why help me heal?"

"What's more? Chu Daoyou's strength is definitely above me."

"Are you waiting for his opponent?"

Chu Feng frowned slightly, his expression was extremely flat and he said, "Do you need my help?"

Originally, Chu Feng helped Mo Qingyan heal his injuries, which really made Mo Qingyan owe him great favor.

If at this time, let Chu Feng help him the main line of the Han family, I am afraid that this is personal, and it is not something I can repay.

So, Mo Qingyan nodded slightly, chuckled lightly, and said, "This kind of trivial matter, I will help the daoist friends again."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw that Mo Qingyan slowly turned his gaze to Han Zifei and others, and said with a slightly rigorous expression: "This Han Qingyu has already set up a large array around him."

"If I don't defeat Han Qingyu, I'm afraid it will be difficult to leave."

"Today, there is only one battle."

As the voice fell, the expressions of those present were solemn.

Women and children, old and young, were quickly arranged in the place where Mo Qingyan was originally located.

The rest of the people, facing the sword, were decisive.

Han Zifei looked at Chu Feng cautiously, raised his sword eyebrows, and said lightly: "Your Excellency is not from my Han family."

"Today, Han Jiameng is in such a disaster, it is difficult to take care of you."

"Your Excellency can leave. If the Han family can survive this catastrophe, they must come to visit in person."

What he said had two meanings, one of which was that he didn't believe that Chu Feng could break through the big formation and leave here.

Secondly, if Chu Feng could really break through the big formation, it would save the trouble of his Han family.

Han Zifei didn't want to see any unnecessary casualties.

At this time, Chu Feng did smile slightly, his face was extremely calm, and he did not answer.