Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

If you have talent but no fame, you can't just go out and fight someone to prove yourself, can you?

The Soul Palace is the best whetstone.

That night, a dark cloud surged in the sky.

In the town where Han Feng lived, a night watchman who looked like he was about to die walked slowly down the street, striking a gong as he went.

"The sky is dry and everything is dry, be careful about the fire."

"Boom!"

The next second, thunder rumbled in the sky, as if a torrential downpour was about to begin.

The night watchman's emaciated body trembled, and then he moved his already clumsy legs and hurried home.

"Dragon God, send down rain! Close the doors and windows!"

As he ran, he didn't forget to bang on the gong and shout slogans.

Suddenly, a cloud of black mist descended with the lightning and struck a corner of the town.

The black mist settled, swirled, and eventually formed a strange beast that was entirely black.

Boom boom boom!

Several more bolts of lightning struck, and in various parts of the town, dark beasts rose from the ground, shaking off the black slag from their bodies and heading towards the city.

Inside the inn, Han Feng, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

"Demonic energy, from a dark race?"

Han Feng never expected that the Dark Races would be so fast in this Eastern Xuan Continent.

But why did they chase after us?

Han Feng took out the fragment of the demonic sword and played with it for a while.

Could it be that the Dark Demon he killed also used some tricks to expose itself before it died?

Sensing several powerful auras approaching, Han Feng put away the fragments of the demonic sword, his body transforming into a streak of fire as he flew out of the window.

Whoosh whoosh!

Almost simultaneously, several dark figures on the ground also transformed into black light, chasing after the firelight that Han Feng had transformed into.

boom!

Han Feng stopped a hundred miles outside the city and landed steadily.

Behind him, several streaks of black light arrived one after another, landing around Han Feng.

They are somewhat human-shaped, standing on two legs with slender limbs, sharp faces, and a pair of huge black wings spread behind them, obscuring the moonlight.

Dark race.

"The Heavenly Demon Sword is with you!"

"Hand it over!"

Without further ado, several dark beasts pounced on Han Feng with lightning speed.

Han Feng's body vanished in an instant, and the next second, the two strange beasts were sent flying backward, with several burn marks on their chests.

"A five-star Dou Zun, the Dark Race is quite powerful."

Han Feng glanced indifferently at the several dark beasts, his feet treading on firelight, his aura domineering and arrogant.

"Roar!"

Several strange beasts roared and howled, and the surrounding dark power surged wildly, seemingly gathering some kind of attack.

"Heavenly Demon Palm!"

boom!

A massive, sky-covering palm print descended from the sky, pressing down on Han Feng.

The power of this move, unleashed by several dark beasts working together, was approaching that of an eight-star Dou Zun.

The fact that the other side dispatched its high-end combat force naturally took Han Feng's strength into account.

At the same level, dark races are often stronger than humans because their methods are more insidious and cunning.

A giant hand descended from the sky, and layers of black liquid resembling waves rose continuously beneath his feet, as if to devour Han Feng from head to toe.

Han Feng was trapped between two layers of darkness, seemingly with nowhere left to escape.

But he remained completely calm.

He formed a hand seal with one hand.

"Southern Bright Fire!"

"Vermilion Bird Purifies the World!"

A loud cry rang out, and behind Han Feng, the phantom of the Vermilion Bird spread its wings, and the Southern Bright Fire spread rapidly in all directions following its movement.

All darkness retreats the moment it is touched.

"Suzaku!"

"Damn it!"

The dark beasts were greatly alarmed upon seeing this.

I originally thought the other party only had a sophisticated way of suppressing demonic energy, but I didn't expect that the other party could even summon the phantom of the Vermilion Bird.

What else is there to fight?

Just as the dark beasts were caught in a dilemma, one of them suddenly expanded in size and swallowed the rest of the beasts.

The contingency plan that was prepared for Han Feng has now been used against their own people.

As several dark beasts merged, the dark energy of heaven and earth surged rapidly.

The opponent's strength has also increased from a five-star Dou Zun to the peak of a nine-star Dou Zun!

This bizarre fusion method was something Han Feng had never seen before; it was astonishing that it could boost combat power to nearly four stars so quickly.

Still at the Dou Zun realm!

If Han Feng didn't have any other trump cards, things might not end well today.

Although Nanming Li Fire can effectively target evil spirits and demonic energy.

However, this targeting is limited. If the opponent is too strong, it can actually corrupt the Nanming Fire.

The so-called good and evil are opposites, and they are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining.

Nothing in this world can maintain its advantage forever.

The merged dark beast seemed to have lost its ability to speak, and its mind became somewhat unclear.

He just kept repeating it to himself.

"Take back the Heavenly Demon Sword!"

"Take back the Heavenly Demon Sword!"

......

Han Feng was not careless. The strength of the Dark Race was still unclear, but the fact that they could send out multiple Dou Zun in a short period of time indicated that their strength far exceeded what people on the surface of the Eastern Xuan Continent had guessed.

Let's make a quick decision.

Golden light emanated from his body, and Buddhist chants rang out softly.

Bodhi Sutra

boom!

The Buddha's light trembled, the Southern Ming Fire reignited, and the golden-red seal appeared in Han Feng's hand.

"Nanming Lihuo Seal!"

Without saying a word, he struck the demon with a palm.

A deafening roar erupted, and the sky was suddenly illuminated.

As the daylight fades away amidst the undulations.

The fused monster retreated several hundred meters, its arms raised in front of it, hissing and smoking, its dark flesh churning wildly as if it were being reborn.

"Your defeat is inevitable!"

Han Feng suddenly appeared, and the golden-red seal in his palm blasted out once more.

This time, the fused monster was completely engulfed in flames.

A mournful roar echoed through the flames, and suddenly, something resembling a fragment of the demonic sword in Han Feng's hand flew out from the firelight.

Han Feng's sense of crisis reached its peak, and he immediately dodged and retreated.

Wow!

The Xuanhuang Flame instantly enveloped his entire body.

A giant bell solidified and blocked the way outside.

Boom!

A sharp fragment struck the surface of the giant bell, creating ripples of air.

Click.

Cracks soon appeared on the surface of the giant bell.

Han Feng's pupils contracted, and he formed a hand seal.

The Profound Mystery of Xuanhuang Flame~

boom!

Endless earth power surged, and bright yellow flames burned on Han Feng's body, eventually transforming into a robe engraved with golden Dao patterns.

"The Profound Sect of Heaven and Earth!"

hum!

A thick, invisible force condensed around Han Feng's body. He removed the giant bell and let the fragments fly towards him.

However, just centimeters away from itself, the debris's speed visibly decreased, eventually coming to a complete stop. No matter how much its tail vibrated and propelled it forward, it could not go any further.

"Humph!"

Han Feng snorted softly, and the fragment was suddenly blasted away.

The fragment seemed to possess its own sentience; upon realizing it could not corrupt Han Feng, it quickly fled in the opposite direction.

Han Feng took a step forward unhurriedly, instantly teleporting to the side of the fragment.

He extended his fingers and firmly grasped the fragment, with a very small gap between his fingers, so they did not make full contact.

Shrunk into inches.

In the Xuanhuang Flame Profound Truth state, Han Feng merged the power of space with the power of the earth, making the world seem within a small space.

boom!

The fire from the Southern Ming suddenly ignited, continuously scorching the fragments.

呲呲呲!

Wisps of black smoke rose from the fragments, clearly demonic energy.

A moment later, Han Feng completely purified the demonic energy.

This time it took a little more effort.

The demonic energy in the fragment was still very fresh; it must have been just injected.

The dark race that infused it with demonic energy is extremely powerful.

Han Feng placed this fragment together with the fragment in his hand.

Sure enough, there was a connection between the two.

The dark race's method of sensing his location must rely on the positioning between fragments.