I! The Strongest Suzerain

Hahaha! Sect Master Tiangang, I'm afraid your avatar supernatural power won't last too long, right?"

The big palm of the backing sect master fell madly, Han Feng really felt that the spiritual power was consumed frantically, and even every few breaths Han Feng poured a large amount of medicinal pills into his mouth.

But even that wouldn't last long.

"Heh! There is no need for Daoist friends to take care of this!"

Two of the thirty-six avatars are dealing with the two monks at the peak of the primordial spirit, and the rest are all fighting against the backing sect master, but the backing sect master seems to be practicing defensive exercises.

Although Han Feng's sword energy is terrifying, it can even suppress the backing sect master a little, but it can't hurt him. It's not good to go on like this!

"Work together to kill him! He can't last long!"

The backing sect master shouted loudly, and a phantom like a tortoise shell appeared on his body.

"I'm going? It turned out to be the old man who only asked half a step? No wonder the shell is so hard!"

Han Feng laughed, the backing sect master most taboo others to laugh at his practice, plus his short-tempered, instantly angered,

"Boy! Looking for death!"

"Yo? Old Wang Ba is angry? Eat my sword and chop off your old Wang Ba's head!"

The Tiangang sword in Han Feng's hand was shining brightly, and the phantoms of seventy-two stars circled in the sky.

There are only thirty-six constellations in the world of Tiangang, but Tiangang Daozong has painted 72 Tiangang stars! Different from the world, the more profound the cultivation of Tiangang Daojue, Han Feng feels that the secret of Tiangang Daozong is far more than the surface.

The seventy-two Heavenly Astral Technique mobilized the power of the stars, slashed down with one sword, the sword qi whistled, and as the sword body fell, the stars seemed to fall down as well.

Boom!!!

In the sky, the sword and the palm collided.

A wave of energy spread at a terrifying speed in an instant, except for Lu Ban and Sect Master Tianhuo, who were not affected. A group of Primordial Spirit monks who were fighting changed their expressions and resisted this force with all their might.

Under this power, even the cultivators in the early Yuanshen stage with weaker cultivation were seriously injured on the spot!

A group of Primordial Spirit Realm Loose Cultivators who were watching the battle suddenly screamed badly, mmp! Watching the fun is also heavy guns! The terrifying power instantly blasted them out for hundreds of miles.

This terrifying force fell on the Tiangang formation, and the Tiangang formation still only had a ripple, and then returned to calm.

"Boy! Ben Zong sees how many swords you can wield!"

Blood spilled from the corner of the mouth of the backing sect master. Even though he practiced defensive exercises, he was not lightly injured by this blow.

The two cultivators at the peak of Yuanshen were also weak. After all, they were in the main battlefield. Although they didn't take Han Feng's sword head on, they also endured 60% of the attack.

"What?! It's just a little hurt?"

Han Feng's complexion changed slightly. The sect master of the backing mountain was really a tortoise bastard who rode on a horse. He was so resistant to beating.

"Old Wang Ba, be careful! I'm afraid that you won't be beaten, and if that's the case, I'll take another sword!"

Although Han Feng complained a lot in his heart, his face was really calm, and the momentum on his body became more and more prosperous, as if he was still at his peak.

Seeing this, the backing sect master felt a little uncertain in his heart, doesn't it make sense? It's impossible for a terrifying sword like this f*ck to not consume spiritual power! Although it's okay to fight against 17 or 8 swords... This kid is really beheading endlessly, even his own body has to see King Yama.

Seeing that the Sect Master of the Backing Mountain was stunned, Han Feng laughed and raised the Tiangang sword in his hand again.

"Old Wang Ba, take it up! This sword of mine can break the ocean!--The sword is here!"

The mighty sword energy surged behind Han Feng, and the backing sect master felt a little hairy... I'm going, this kid really can't cut twenty or thirty swords, right??

When the two monks at the peak of Yuanshen saw that Han Feng was about to make another move, their faces turned pale, and they stepped back decisively to both sides of the backing sect master.

There is no way. With another sword, the two of them will probably see King Yama.

But after a long wait...

Han Feng still didn't make a move.

"Boy, you dare to play with me!"

The backing sect master was ready to defend himself, but after waiting for a long time, he saw Han Feng brazenly taking medicine, and he felt like he was being played like a monkey.

moment......

The backing sect master was furious, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

"Hahaha! Old bastard, thank you for restoring my spiritual power, and I will thank you very much from now on!"

Before Han Feng's voice could fall, he shot violently, and the Tiangang sword rubbed dazzling sparks in the air.

The face of the backing sect master changed greatly,

"F*ck's little beast actually attacked!"

Shameless! Shameless! The backing sect master roared, he felt that he was going to be mad at Han Feng after this battle.

Han Feng looked at the backing sect master, and suddenly felt that this big man had a cuteness. He really couldn't figure out how this big idiot cultivated to such a big pile.

"Old Wang Ba, have you cultivated to such a big pile, have you ever made up your mind! Or did you often get wet in the rain when you practiced before? Oh... By the way, let me explain to you the problem of getting wet.

When the rain falls on you, it flows into your brain... so..."

Han Feng's voice filled his ears like a demonic voice, and the backing sect master almost wanted to roar, but the sword qi fell on his body, forcing him to make no sound.

For a while, his face turned red, if it weren't for his hair tied up, it is estimated that his hair would stand up... Then the picture is beautiful, a big man, angry.

Han Feng suddenly felt that this backing sect master was a big joke, and the more he looked at it, the more adorable he became.

"what!!!"

Suddenly, a bloody light appeared on the body of the backing sect master.

Boom!!

wow...

Suddenly thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, Han Feng's complexion changed slightly, and he felt a dangerous aura on the body of the backing sect master.

He wants to break through and ask? No...no! This is not the breath of asking, but rather the awakening of blood.

"Moo!"

I thought that the sect master of the mountain would make an earth-shattering roar, but I didn't expect that a cow's bark would pop out of his mouth.

However, this bull's cry is also earth-shattering enough, but the backing of the sect master is clearly a tortoise shell... This style of painting. This plot makes Han Feng feel that he has gone to the wrong studio.

Director, is it okay to take a snack? When did the tortoise and the cow get involved again.

"Hey, old man, why are you barking?"

Han Feng said intentionally or unintentionally, which completely angered the backing sect master.

"Boy! You are very good, you have completely angered Benzong, and next, Benzong will make you feel what despair is! Moo......!!"

It's a bull call again.. Han Feng looked at the backer sect master speechlessly.