The arena became silent, and the gray-clothed old monster seemed to be stunned, and did not speak or move for a long time.

"Who are you?" asked the gray-clothed old monster after a long moment before he opened his mouth to Han Feng.

"The one who killed you!" Han Feng was imposing, and a pair of tiger eyes seemed to be about to spew fire, just because he snooped through his soul power, he had seen the previous scenes, Murong Xue was very suppressed by this guy, if it weren't for the fact that he rushed over and condensed the supreme ellipsoid of the black fire seal, he just arrived at it, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Of course, being able to have such a result is also related to Murong Xue gritting her teeth and insisting, otherwise she would have fallen a long time ago.

Speaking of which, if Han Feng hadn't been able to locate Long Min's location through the secret method of the Necromantic Flower, he wouldn't have rushed here. And the reason why Long Min came here was because he was forced to run to a dangerous place, so by chance, all of them could gather together.

At this moment, Long Min, Ling Fen and Necromantic Flower were all left behind by Han Feng, after he heard Ling Fen's narration, he rushed over in a hurry, even harder than when he was chasing Long Min, he was galloping with all his might, and one breath was 1,300 zhang, and he finally did not delay the rescue of Murong Xue.

"Haha, what a big breath, this seat has not been born for many years, and you juniors are becoming more and more arrogant!" The gray-clothed old monster laughed angrily, staring at Han Feng with a gloomy face.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Han Feng raised his eyes to look at him, his brows furrowed, and he asked suspiciously.

"Hehe, whether it's a human or a ghost, it's not up to you, a little ghost, to know, you might as well become the belly of this seat with this little girl!" The gray-clothed old monster let out a strange laugh and leaked domineeringly.

As soon as his words fell, he raised his right hand and slapped it, and the ghost behind him was the same, after a palm was struck, it condensed into a size of more than 100 zhang, and the ghost was rolling, and the sound of ghost crying came and went, endlessly, making people panic when they heard it.

Han Feng didn't say a word, just a punch blasted out, the fist shadow was invisible, but the fist intent was boundless, one after another fist power surged out, and the opponent's palm collided violently, booming, like a mountain rock exploding, and the sound shook the four fields.

After a while, the power of the fist dissipated, and the giant palm collapsed.

The gray-clothed old monster's eyes were gloomy, obviously he didn't expect the little guy on the other side to be so powerful, and he blocked his giant palm with a random punch, although he also used it with ease, but the power was not comparable to that of ordinary Guiyuan Realm monks.

Han Feng was also slightly stunned, according to what Ling Fen, who had just met in front, wasn't this guy an old monster, how could his strength be so weak!

He had never seen a cultivator of the Jiedan Realm before, those characters were extremely strong, and they could destroy groups of Yuan Beasts with a random thought, and their strength was by no means comparable to the old man in front of him.

"Could it be that my strength has become stronger, so my vision is not the same?" Han Feng muttered secretly.

The gray-clothed old monster knows people's hearts, and when he saw Han Feng's expression, he knew what he was thinking, and his old face seemed to be a little unbearable, and he immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Little ghost, don't be complacent, have another palm!"

As he spoke, he attacked with his right hand, and even the ghost behind him also made a palm, but this palm was many times stronger, rising against the storm, expanding to five or six hundred zhang, and rumbling and slapping with the momentum of covering the sky!

Han Feng's eyes froze, he put away his contempt, his wrist flicked, and another punch blasted out, or a domineering fist, the sky was full of fist intent, and the fist power was like a tide, crashing into the opponent's palm, and suddenly an earth-shattering sound broke out, and bursts of wind raged out, sweeping in all directions.

However, the palm power of the gray-clothed old monster was still strong, and in the blink of an eye, Han Feng's fist power was extinguished, along with the fist intent.

"Boom ......"

The giant palm was only half missing, and the remaining half was still slapped down, as if it was going to slap Han Feng into meat sauce!

Han Feng ignored it, raised his hand and clenched his fist again, and slammed it out, it was another trick of the Heavenly Fist, which could block the opponent's residual palm, and finally the two collapsed together and dissipated into the air.

Now Han Feng is already able to play the Deception Fist at will, and he doesn't have much pressure to deal with this kind of attack!

Of course, this has something to do with his cultivation of the Spirit Alchemy Vajra Technique and reaching the peak of the late stage of Fuhu, if he doesn't have the power of his body to support him, just that impact force can completely submerge him and make him minced meat.

At this moment, the gray-clothed old monster pinched the trick with both hands again, and one by one the magic tricks hit into the ghost behind him, suddenly making it bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it became a thousand feet tall, standing in the air, and the gray air flow around it was rolling, burning like a flame, and like a huge mountain, overlooking all beings!

"Little ghost, this seat admits that your strength is indeed very strong, even in the world of this seat, there are few characters like you, but it ends here, after eating you, this seat is bound to be able to recondense the true pill, hehe!" The gray-clothed old monster showed a cruel smile, held the magic trick in his hand, and said slowly.

Han Feng had already withdrawn nearly a thousand zhang away to avoid the majestic gray aura of the ghost behind him, and at the same time externalized the blood-colored giant tiger, opening up a piece of heaven and earth to protect Murong Xue behind him.

She didn't pass out, she was still supporting, but she had already landed on the ground, with black bloodshot on the corner of her mouth, looking up at the battle between Han Feng and the gray-clothed old monster.

At this moment, her face was calm, but her heart was fluctuating, as if she didn't know Han Feng, she looked at it a few more times.

At this moment, the gray-clothed old monster suddenly shouted violently, controlling the giant ghost, as if slowly and urgently slapping a palm, the ghost aura was swirling, the giant palm came out of thin air, and the cold air seeped from the void, the light was distorted, the terrifying power stirred in all directions, and the sound of the ghost crying filled the whole world.

It's Nether Palm again!

It's just that this time its power is even stronger, although it is only ten zhang in size, but in Han Feng's eyes, it seems to have a thousand zhang in size, and it is as powerful as the sea!

Han Feng didn't have time to exert the supreme strength of the Black Fire Seal, so he could only wave his hand and throw out dozens of seven-inch black Fire Marks, smashing them on the Netherworld's palm.

It's a pity that although his black fire is the nemesis of ghost qi, the ghost qi condensed by the Nether Palm at this moment is too thick, and the black fire mark he swings out is like water flowing into the sea, and it is submerged by ghost qi in the blink of an eye, and only a small part of it is dissolved.

He had no choice but to continue to throw out the black fire seal, which exploded one after another, suppressing the majestic momentum of the Nether Palm a little, but he still couldn't stop its arrival.

Han Feng let out a low roar, and another Deception Fist blasted out, and the power of the Heavenly Fist blocked the Netherworld Palm, and the two couldn't hold each other, inspiring a dazzling light!

Then Han Feng took out the broken sword again, poured his true qi into it, and condensed it for a few breaths before he slashed out a sword that was close to the size of a hundred zhang!