The Spirit Tree King's eyes showed a strange light, his hands quickly pinched, and a large amount of turquoise qi accelerated to gather on the palm print, making it more majestic, magnificent, and the terrifying pressure spread, sealing everything within a radius of three thousand zhang, even the ghost shadow that Yan Yanfang sacrificed shook his body, as if it would collapse at any time.

Han Feng was also subjected to a huge suppressive force in the distance, holding the sword technique in his hand, the sword light flashed all over his body, and he kept splitting those suppressive forces, but he couldn't escape for a while.

"You're really surprising me, but that's the end of it!" the Spirit Tree King flew into the air, overlooking Yan Yanfang and Han Feng, and sneered.

After saying this, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of dark green gas, which disappeared into the palm print like lightning, and in an instant, the palm print did not increase but decreased, becoming two thousand zhang in size, but it was much thicker, and the power was like the sea, firmly imprisoning the two of them.

Yan Yanfang's pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and the ghost shadow she sacrificed gradually couldn't support it, and it sank down, looking at its situation, it wouldn't be long before it collapsed.

When she was sealed by that formation before, she was secretly using this trick, even if Han Feng didn't come to the rescue, she would be able to get out of trouble.

"Han Feng, if you show your strength, if you don't work hard, we won't have a chance!" But at this moment, Yan Yanfang seemed to really have no choice but to urge Han Feng to exert his strength.

Han Feng smiled bitterly, and the voice replied: "The other party's blow is already comparable to the power of the Psychic Perfection Realm, I have no choice for the time being, unless you can stretch it out of some distance and let me take a breath, and then I will use that secret technique to come out, maybe I can break this palm print!"

"How long will it take you?" Yan Yanfang asked.

"Sixty-six breaths!" Han Feng said.

"Okay, I'll try!" Yan Yanfang nodded heavily, and suddenly opened her mouth and squirted out a mouthful of essence blood, but it was not red, but black and translucent, like ink jade, just a blink of an eye, this mouthful of essence blood condensed into a rune, and with a slight flash, it merged into the body of the ghost, making its light soar, and grew another three arms, becoming a three-headed and nine-armed monster, and went up, successfully stretching the palm print above for a distance, making a bang, lightning and thunder, and the void shook.

The Spirit Tree King's face changed, and he immediately increased his strength to suppress it, and his palm prints were like mountains, rumbling down, but they were quickly blocked by that ghost, and they were stalemate with each other, bursting out with dazzling light, sweeping in all directions.

Han Feng's pressure suddenly lightened, he immediately put on the third figure posture of the Ten Diagram Secret Books, and after a while, wisps of warm currents were derived from the depths of his body, and he immediately operated the crippled Tyrannomy Technique, guiding these air currents to converge on the fist of his right hand, and the terrifying aura spread, covering a radius of three thousand zhang.

Seeing this, the Spirit Tree King jumped out of the corner of his eyes, roared angrily, opened his mouth and spit out a large piece of dark green gas, all of which were submerged into the giant palm print, making it further shrink, and in an instant, it became 1,200 zhang in size, and the power doubled again, suppressing it, trying to kill Han Feng and Yan Yanfang at the same time.

"Hmph......" Yan Yanfang snorted, her body trembled slightly, and the ghost she sacrificed was also shaking, and the strange light flashed, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

Han Feng was still gathering momentum, and he didn't blast out this Heavenly Fist, he hurriedly transmitted the voice to Yan Yanfang and said: "There are still ten breaths left, you hold on to me, otherwise it will be the two of us who will die!"

Yan Yanfang did not respond to his words, but went all out to urge the ghost, so that it could grow a head again, and the nine arms became thicker, muscular, and infinitely powerful, and forcibly stabilized the whereabouts of the opponent's palm print.

"Bang ......"

All kinds of violent noises spread, lightning and thunder, and there was no end to the ears.

Han Feng had his own white light protection around his body, resisting those shock waves, and did not disrupt his rhythm, I saw that he also posed in the posture of the third picture, and the innate qi in his body became more and more, and the momentum on his body became more and more powerful, gradually forming a unique field, withstanding the suppression of that giant palm print by himself, sharing a lot of pressure for Yan Yanfang.

"You both give me death!" The Spirit Tree King was furious, and began to spend the power of the origin to bless that palm print, so that its power could be raised to a higher level, breaking the ghost shadow condensed by Yan Yanfang, making her spit out a mouthful of blood, and had to fall a large distance.

When she thought that she was about to be hit hard by that giant palm print, Han Feng's Deception Fist finally blasted out, and the entire sky was darkened, and the giant palm print suddenly stopped in the air.

"Boom!"

After a short while, a loud noise like thunder erupted, spreading throughout the four fields, and then there was a dazzling light flame, and the spiritual power in the sky collapsed.

Yan Yanfang was blown by the Gangfeng wind, her dress was hunting, and her face was pale, but her eyes were staring at the top tightly, only to see that the giant palm print was pierced, and a huge hole of hundreds of sizes appeared in her eyes, and it was still expanding rapidly, and after a while, the entire giant palm print disappeared completely.

The Spirit Tree King was motionless, but the light on its surface had already dimmed, and his body suddenly became half smaller for some reason, and his aura was greatly reduced, but it was still comparable to the appearance of the middle stage of the psychic stage, and it was even stronger than the current realm of Han Feng and Yan Yanfang.

"Y-Who are you?, how can you break my palm print!" the Spirit Tree King muttered to himself, in disbelief.

Han Feng took a deep breath and silently recovered his vitality, in fact, he didn't expect that the Decepticon Fist would be able to reach this level with the blessing of the innate qi, and the blow just now would definitely be on par with the characters of the Psychic Perfection Realm.

Of course, the sequelae are also very big, he is now trembling all over, and he can no longer play the Deception Fist, which is already his limit.

Yan Yanfang's eyes rolled, and she hurriedly took out a large handful of pills and took them, and after running the exercises to refine the pills, the blood qi on her face recovered a small half, and she flew into the air and rushed directly towards the Spirit Tree King.

The strange thing is that the Spirit Tree King still doesn't move, and he doesn't know what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd.

Yan Yanfang sacrificed a flying sword, the brilliance flowed, and it flew through the air, slashing directly at the other party, but it was blocked by the spiritual light shot from a mountain peak below, and she couldn't move an inch.

"I'll see how long you can hold on!" Yan Yanfang sneered, and took out another big knife, the treasure light flickered, and slashed over, this time with enough of her residual strength, the knife light flew past, and it only took a breath to break that layer of spiritual light, and the residual power was still strong, and successfully pierced the body of the Spirit Tree King.

"Damn, he ran away, it's just his phantom!" Yan Yanfang suddenly came to her senses and scolded angrily.