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However, the two just moved.

Han Feng, who was originally sizing them up, also moved at the same time, as fast as a gust of wind, flashed in front of the two of them in an instant, his fists exploded with terrifying vigor, and blasted head-on.

The two Nether clansmen were caught off guard, so they could only fold their hands to resist.

"Boom bang...!"

With two muffled bangs, the two of them were knocked backwards several feet away, with blue smoke billowing from their arms.

"Um……?"

The three Nether people were all taken aback.

On the other hand, Han Feng shook his fist and said doubtfully, "It doesn't seem to be very strong."

As soon as this statement came out, the three Nether tribe members were completely angered.

The two strong four-striped men who were repelled flashed forward in an instant, and grabbed Han Feng with purple-black sharp claws in their hands, which were sharper than ordinary people.

Seeing this, Han Feng easily dodges and moves around, punching and bumping from time to time, as if walking in a garden, without any pressure.

Seeing this situation, the Nether clansman with five purple stripes on his head finally made a move.

With a flash of his figure, he appeared in front of Han Feng, and a purple light cluster condensed in his hand.

The light cluster instantly condensed into a sharp cone, with an astonishingly cold aura, and the Korean wind was under the hood.

Han Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and punched out with a concentrated punch.

"Boom...!"

The fist and the sharp cone clashed, the purple sharp cone exploded, and Han Feng was also shocked to take a few steps back.

His fist was entangled with a strange and cold purple energy, trying to infiltrate into his body, but he used the Hunyuan Jue, and instantly burned it into green smoke.

Seeing that Han Feng dispelled the purple light so easily, the three Nether clansmen suddenly showed serious expressions.

The next moment, the purple lines on the brows of the three people brightened, and a dark purple light similar to the body-protecting qi burst out from their bodies, and they attacked Han Feng again.

The offensive of the three of them suddenly intensified, especially the man with five purple stripes, who even displayed some powerful combat skills.

With the joint efforts of the three, Han Feng's impenetrable siege was suppressed for a while.

And the night spirits around them also started to move towards the Iron Mountain Tribe, as if they were going to drown them.

Seeing this situation, Han Feng, who was besieged by three people, turned cold.

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore!"

The next moment, the Qi and blood in his body exploded, running according to a certain established route.

Immediately, the skin of Han Feng's whole body turned red, and a layer of blood-colored gas condensed on his body surface.

"Qi and blood condense!"

Seeing this scene, Yao Mu and Yao Da secretly exclaimed, this is something only senior fighters with four patterns and above can do.

However, they don't know that this is not some kind of qi and blood coagulation.

Instead, Han Feng used a body-refining secret technique that he had practiced before.

"Red jerk domineering body art!"

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After many years, Han Feng once again performed the physical skills he had learned from Yin Zun.

"Red jerk domineering body art!"

In an instant, the power of Qi and blood in Han Feng's body seemed to be completely detonated, and a hot and violent breath swept across.

The three Nether clansmen who were besieging him were immediately rushed back by a wave of air.

The next moment, Han Feng's figure had disappeared.

Be careful!

Suddenly the man with five purple stripes exclaimed.

At the same time, a Nether tribe man felt the violent heat wave coming from behind him, and he punched back like lightning.

"Boom...!"

The two fists collided, and the person's fist exploded directly, spraying out strange dark purple blood.

Before he could react, Han Feng suddenly slashed with both palms, like a pair of red-hot battle axes, directly piercing his chest, and let out a low growl.

"die!"

Han Feng reversed his hands and tore it apart.

tear it up!

It actually directly tore the other party in half, blood and black smoke spewed out, and a purple ball that released a cold breath flew out.

"what……!"

This scene really shocked the other two Nether clansmen.

However, Han Feng didn't stop at all, he dodged in an instant, and appeared next to another strong man of the Nether Race with four patterns, doing the same thing.

After several tricks, he directly tore the opponent raw, and also got a purple round bead.

His physical body and strength cannot be reflected in the cultivation base of warfare.

Coupled with the Hunyuan Jue's restraint on the Nether Qi, it is not difficult to kill these Nether Warriors whose strength is equivalent to the Wu Clan's four-stripe and five-stripe fighters.

When he killed two strong Nether tribes with four stripes, he looked at the strong Nether tribe with five stripes with a ferocious gaze, and was about to make a move.

"Whoosh...!"

Suddenly, in the direction of the holy light in the distance, a golden arrow pierced the sky like a rainbow.

The arrow pierced directly through the back of the strong Nether tribe who was a little dazed because of fear.

He screamed and wanted to run away.

Unexpectedly, above the golden arrow, a piece of golden talisman lighted up, and a hot golden flame burst out, igniting his whole body and turning it into fly ash.

There was only one purple round bead exuding a strong cold aura left in place.

Seeing this situation, Han Feng was also a little surprised.

At this time, the earth shook, and dozens of burly, gray-armoured, four-legged, and one-horned huge beasts charged from afar.

"Grey Armor Consonance!"

Yao Mu, Yao Da and the others couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the giant beasts rushing towards and shaking the earth.

This gray-armored spirit is a real fourth-level desolate beast.

Seeing this scene, Han Feng couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he really wanted to slap one to death, and directly stepped into the four-pattern level.

However, he could see clearly that there were still people sitting on the backs of these giant beasts.

This is a team of desolate beast cavalry, and the weakest ones have more than four stripes, and generally have five or six stripes. They are all well-equipped, complete with swords, guns, swords and halberds.

In the center, on the back of the huge gray-armored rhinoceros, sat a slim young woman holding a golden bow.

The woman was dressed in silver soft armor, with a large area of ​​bare skin on her shoulders and neckline. Under her body, she wore a tight battle skirt made of animal skin and armor, which only covered her thighs, and a pair of soft mink fur boots.

The lower abdomen is flat, the legs are slender and well-proportioned, and under the bare skin, there are not obvious but well-fitting muscle curves.

Coupled with that oval face with exquisite and beautiful features, when the woman appeared on the stage, she gave people a heroic appearance, but without losing the stunning feeling of femininity.

This woman, in particular, is different from most of the women of the Witch Clan, most of whom have rough and dark skin.

The woman's skin is fair, more like ice and snow, smooth and delicate, and radiant.

Sitting on the back of a broad and rough desolate beast, the white tender body undulates, the mountains in front of him tremble, and the visual impact is sharp, like a dazzling jade pearl flying over the primitive prairie.

Even Han Feng couldn't help it, and took a second look.

However, it was only a momentary stagnation. Han Feng's gaze suddenly turned to the two old men beside the woman.

At this moment, those two people suddenly soared into the air, flying all the way here.

In an instant, it appeared above the people of the Iron Mountain Tribe.

When one waved his hand, a golden sword cut out a piece of sword light.

Directly crush the piece of Hades on the left, together with the earth below, into slag.

The other person, with a pitch-black battle ax in his hand, slashed down in the air.

A black ax shadow cut down, annihilating the other half of the underworld slaves into ashes, and a thousand-foot-long ravine was cut out of the earth.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Iron Mountain Tribe was stunned.

Many clansmen prostrated themselves on the ground, and Yao Mu even mumbled to himself.

"Super... extraordinary powerhouse!"

Flying in the sky is the symbol of the extraordinary and strong.

At this moment, Han Feng also saw seven gleaming blood-colored witch patterns on the arms of the two old men.

Qiwen strength, extraordinary powerhouse.

Through the power the two showed just now, Han Feng secretly compared with the strong in Lingwu Continent.

Although a month-level cultivation base in Lingwu Continent is able to fly in the sky, this does not mean combat effectiveness.

The two of them obviously didn't use their full strength just now, but they relied on Han Feng's perception of their aura and the measurement of the power of the rules of the Lost Land.

He estimated that the strength of the two of them should be equivalent to that of Lingwu Continent's Japanese early stage strong.

In this way, a strong man with eight patterns is equivalent to Hong Wu, a strong man in the Void Realm.

At this time, the two old men easily wiped out all the slaves, but they looked at Han Feng in unison.

Han Feng's heart moved, he had already received his merits, and his face showed a look of awe and horror like the people of the Iron Mountain tribe.

At the same time, three blood streaks lit up on the arm.

Han Feng understood very well that he had not yet returned to his peak state, and these superpowers still threatened him, so of course he had to behave harmlessly.

Sure enough, seeing the three blood streaks on Han Feng's arms, the two old men lost interest in an instant and landed floatingly.

Afterwards, the group of gray armor consonants arrived from behind, and the two turned around and clasped fists at the girl in the center.

"Miss, those pawns of the Nether Race have all been wiped out."

The woman in leather armor on Lingxi's back nodded slightly, raised her hand, and her blood condensed into a big hand, recalling the golden feather arrow on the ground.

Scanning the front, the prostrate Iron Mountain tribe members did not stop at all, just like a proud white peacock.

In the end, her beautiful eyes as bright as stars looked at Han Feng who was standing there.

He glanced at the three blood streaks on the opponent's shoulder.

"That's right, with the peak strength of three stripes, you can kill two ghost fighters with four stripes, it seems that you have good potential, and this lady will give you two choices.

[-]. Join Jinshenshan Headquarters without assessment and become one of the peripheral members.

Second, as a member of this lady's guard team, there will be a strong six-patterned person who will personally teach you the opportunity to practice.

Also, call me Yao Yuelan. "

Hearing the word "Yao Yuelan", everyone in the Tieshan tribe, including Yao Mu and Yao Da, were all shocked, and they knelt down and bowed down.

"See Missy!"

Yao Yuelan, the daughter of Yao Zhong, the owner of Jinshen Mountain, a genius who reached the peak of Wuwen, the number one beauty of Jinshen Mountain, and a pearl of this primeval forest.

When Yao Da saw this woman before, he couldn't help but stare straight at his eyes, like many men in the tribe, he almost shed tears.

At this moment, knowing the other party's identity, she lowered her head in fright, not daring to take another look.

This is the eldest lady of Jinshenshan Headquarters, who has the absolute power to kill them.

Hearing the other party announce his name, Han Feng naturally also knew the identity of this woman.

After all, on the way of migration, Yao Da talked a lot about this young lady from Jinshenshan Headquarters.

Hearing that the other party wants to let me join the headquarters of Jinshenshan, and even become a member of his personal guard.