[1630] 45 Souls of Ziyun

"As expected of a genius stronger than Huang Zheqi!" Han Feng admired in his heart. Under the impact of the spirit and illusion, he could still explode such an astonishing thing.

The king's sword is worthy of being the king's sword.

pity……

Xuanlong's eyes burst out with two beams of golden light again.

This kind of pure soul attack cannot be resisted by physical attack and divine essence attack at all.

Only the same soul attack can break it.

Or directly rely on the powerful soul to resist it abruptly.

However, after the increase of Jinxian Xiantong, Han Feng's spirit has skyrocketed to the level of the seventh-rank spirit, and the spirit of the white-clothed swordsman is so powerful that he is only half a step away from the seventh-rank, but he has not reached the seventh-rank after all.

Originally, the spirit of the white-clothed swordsman was not like Han Feng at the moment. In order to unleash the "King Sword" before, the white-clothed swordsman's resistance to the spirit was further reduced.

After all, to perform such a move of "King Sword", every step of the spirit is indispensable.

As a result, the soul of the white-clothed swordsman was even more confused by the impact, and the white-clothed swordsman could no longer resist the influence of the phantom on him.

This kind of influence has already affected the vision of the white-clothed swordsman. In the sight of the white-clothed swordsman, there is no longer any profound dragon, but everything in the illusion.

At this moment, two beams of divine soul golden light exploded, and the divine soul, which did not have much resistance to resist, was completely injured.

If the soul is compared to a mountain, now the mountain is torn apart as if struck by lightning.

Puff puff……

The white-clothed swordsman vomited blood again and again, the king's sword body could no longer be maintained, and his face was pale.

"How...how strong!"

"I actually... lost!" The white-clothed swordsman's eyes showed a blank look.

In the small land of Yunzhou, apart from the person who came from the same place as him, there is actually someone who can surpass him.

Xuanlong roared, and the light of Ziyun flew towards Han Feng immediately, and all the souls of Ziyun belonging to the white-clothed swordsman flew towards Han Feng.

The swordsman in white has never been robbed so far, and the number of Ziyun souls in his hands is more than Han Feng's fifteen regiments, and it's not a few more regiments, but twice as many!

Double, twice as much, in other words, twice as much as Han Feng itself has.

"Thirty groups of purple cloud souls, this guy has so many purple cloud souls!" Han Feng was overjoyed, the number of purple cloud souls possessed by the swordsman in white was simply beyond Han Feng's imagination, Han Feng originally I thought it would be good if there were more than ten regiments of swordsmen in white.

"Thirty regiments, plus my fifteen days, is forty-five regiments, which is enough to comprehend top-level supernatural skills!"

"The sixty-fourth regiment can comprehend the magic skills of chaos, and the distance from the sixty-fourth regiment is only nineteen!" Han Feng's heart couldn't help but thumping when he was so close to the chaos magic skills.

Knowing the role of Ziyun's soul at the beginning, Han Feng certainly thought about being able to comprehend a chaotic magic skill, but he also knew that it would be extremely difficult, so his goal was lowered by a level.

But now, this goal of lowering one level has already been achieved.

Now that he is qualified to comprehend the Chaos Divine Skill, there is nothing to back down.

"Now, the only one who possesses Ziyun's soul is probably the black-haired man. With the cultivation base of the black-haired man, he must also have a combat power that is not weaker than the ordinary high-level true god of the Six Tribulations. His supernatural powers cannot be underestimated."

"At the beginning, the soul of Ziyun came to nearly a hundred people,

In addition, the soul of Ziyun in the hands of this black-haired man will not be less than me, but more than me! "

"In a fight with him, either I win and comprehend the Chaos Divine Skill. Or, if I lose, the other party comprehends the Chaos Divine Skill."

"Fight it!"

With this thought, Han Feng's fighting spirit soared, and looking at the white-clothed swordsman, Han Feng would continue to attack.

Han Feng did not forget that the white-clothed swordsman wanted to snatch his Taixuan Excalibur before, so how could he easily let the white-clothed swordsman go without extorting it.

But at this moment, the white-clothed swordsman actually threw out a Ziyun key, and the light leading to a higher level swallowed the white-clothed swordsman.

"Your Excellency, if we leave Ziyun Divine Tower, we will definitely have another battle!" The white-clothed swordsman's voice was full of unwillingness. If Ziyun Divine Tower hadn't restricted his Eight Tribulations Divine Sword, his strength would definitely not be like this.

Although Han Feng has the Nine Tribulations Excalibur in his hand, Han Feng is not a serious swordsman. As an orthodox swordsman, the white-clothed swordsman, even if the sword in his hand is lower than the Taixuan Excalibur, who will be stronger in the end? Weakness is also an uncertain thing.

"Will there be a war?" Han Feng sneered.

After bathing in Ziyun's divine power and improving his Nine Flames and Different Fire Art, his overall strength will inevitably increase a lot.

If one can comprehend the magic skills of chaos, the overall combat power will soar even more.

At that time, the strongest hole card will no longer be the Taixuan Divine Sword.

So what if he is an orthodox swordsman?

Just blow it up.

"Unfortunately, after ascending to the 32nd floor, without the light of Ziyun, it's hard to find him again, but it's me..." Han Feng frowned and looked at the light of Ziyun covering him. Not only was the purple rich to the limit, but the beam of light was also incomparable Wide, too obvious.

"Forget it, anyway, I guess there is only one competitor left, so it should be obvious."

Han Feng hadn't collected Qi Ziyun's fragments yet, so he stayed on the thirty-first floor for nearly ten days before ascending to the thirty-second floor.

Each of the purple cloud beasts on the 32nd floor has the strength equivalent to the peak middle-level true gods of the six robberies. With Han Feng's current strength, he does not dare to face too many heads at once.

Otherwise, if you fall into siege, you will suffer heavy damage even if you don't die.

On the thirty-second floor, Han Feng was cautious, and it took a full month to collect Qi Ziyun's fragments, condense them into a Ziyun key, and ascend to the thirty-third floor.

...

On the thirty-third floor, a certain figure sat cross-legged in the void.

Suddenly, an astonishing purple beam of light shot straight into the sky in the distance, and the figure muttered to himself: "Finally someone has come to the 33rd floor, I have waited so long for nothing."

"Is it Huang Zheqi? Or Jun Sijie?"

"Huang Zheqi was snatched by me once, and with Huang Zheqi's strength, it should be a little bit reluctant to break through to such a level. It won't be so fast. Is that Jun Sijie?"

"Although I'm a companion from the same place, for the sake of Chaos Divine Skills, I have no choice but to..."

The figure stood up and stepped forward, the whole body disappeared as if melting into the void, leaving only shallow traces of spatial fluctuations.

Even the purple beam of light covering the figure melted into the void and disappeared.

"Huh? It's not Jun Sijie!" The breath was approaching, and the figure that merged into the space felt a little shock in his heart.

In the land of Yunzhou, there are such people?

Who is this man? Why did he feel a little familiar?

Through the space, the figure hidden in the dark finally saw Han Feng in the purple light.

"It's him!"

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The second update!