836: C836 A Hundred Year Old Traceless Grass Is in My Hands

C836 A Hundred Year Old Traceless Grass Is in My Hands

That's too much, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. He's almost at his peak in the mortal world, but he's still a small fry in the Underworld.

To be able to cause a change in the weather with just this level of cultivation, this wasn't ordinary.

Zhao Feng's heart was frantically warning him, urging him to get away from this place.

But escaping now was easy. What should he do after that? The seniors of the three sects outside the secret realm would only be stronger than Han Hongyu. If they escaped now...

Would he be able to escape after that? In front of such a bunch of powerhouses, would he still be able to escape?

Zhao Feng was not used to handing his fate to others, so he naturally could not retreat. This time, he retreated. Next time, he really wouldn't be able to back down.

However, he wouldn't act recklessly. Now, he was clearly no match for the other party. If he went forward recklessly, He would really be courting death.

Under such circumstances, if he wanted to obtain the Hundred Year Traceless Grass, he would have to use some other methods.

However, before that, he had to first know how much stronger Han Hongyu had become after becoming like this.

Zhao Feng carefully looked at Han Hongyu in front of him, closely watching his every move. Let's not talk about anything else. The fact that the other party had triggered the phenomena was enough for him to treat it with caution.

"Make your move! If you don't make your move, you won't have another chance."

Han Hongyu said indifferently. His eyes were clearly filled with a strange look, as if there was no emotion in them.

Zhao Feng tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. To be honest, the pressure Han Hongyu gave him was not ordinary. He did not want to take the initiative to attack in such a situation.

However, after Han Hongyu said this, Zhao Feng had a strange feeling. If he didn't attack, it seemed like he really wouldn't have the chance to attack.

"Great! Then let's do it!"

A touch of extreme color appeared in Zhao Feng's eyes. The medicinal Vital Spirits continuously poured into the sword. Speaking of which, under this kind of situation, using the substitute heavenly palm lightning was actually the best.

Because among the spells that Zhao Feng controlled, the substitute heavenly palm lightning was the strongest. But under this kind of situation, the substitute heavenly palm lightning could not pose any threat to Han Hongyu at all.

He had already tested this point. Unless it was Lei Yutian, this technique would never hurt Han Hongyu. Since that was the case, there was only one path left for him. He would bet everything on winning.

This move didn't have a name, just a simple stab. It was as if he had been taught by the Jadebones Skeleton in the cave. With just this stab, life or death would be decided.

Whether he won or lost, Zhao Feng had completely given it to the will of heaven. What he could do was to do the best he could with this strike.

After pouring all of Zhao Feng's Vital Spirit flying swords into his body, they emitted a red glow and flew towards Han Hongyu with all of Zhao Feng's hope. Inside his clothes, a piece of animal bone was glowing with a golden light.

When Han Hongyu saw this sword, a hint of shock flashed across his originally emotionless eyes. He had actually sensed a threat from Zhao Feng's attack.

How was this possible? He was the strongest in the Foundation Establishment realm. No one in the same realm could make him feel any pressure.

But now, he was using his trump card. However, in the hands of a mere mid Foundation Establishment cultivator like Zhao Feng, he felt a sense of danger.

"I have some skill, but it's not enough in front of me."

Looking at the incoming sword, Han Hongyu's eyes turned blue. An ice spear appeared in his hand.

Under such circumstances, Han Hongyu had also used his trump card. This ice spear was a special part of his cultivation of the evil martial arts.

Every time he killed a person and consumed an ice bead, the power of this ice spear would increase by one point. There was almost no limit to it, and it could even grow to the highest level of weapon.

Of course, if one wanted to reach that level, the amount of ice beads required was not a small number, and there were too many people who needed to be slaughtered. But now, this ice spear was also a half-step Spirit Tool level existence.

Zhao Feng's long sword collided with the ice spear. With a cracking sound, a crack appeared on the ice spear.

"This is impossible."

Han Hongyu shouted. Although the ice spear was a weapon evolved from the ice pearl he had consumed, it was not as powerful as a weapon of the same grade. No matter what, it was still a half-step spirit weapon. It could be damaged so easily.

Even if it collided with a real Spirit Weapon, such a situation definitely wouldn't occur.

The aura of the flying sword in Zhao Feng's hand was merely a magic treasure. Even if the flying sword was special, How could such a situation occur?

This was actually the strength of the ancient sword cultivator. A single sword strike could cut through all things in the world. No matter how bright and bright the wind was, there was nothing that the sword in his hand could not cut.

Although Zhao Feng was not an ancient sword cultivator, this thought of putting everything on the line resonated with the beast bone in his clothes. It had the power of an ancient sword cultivator.

Only then could he cut off the ice spear.

However, neither of them knew this.

It was not just Han Hongyu who was disappointed. There was also Zhao Feng. He had already used all of his strength in this sword strike, but it did not produce the expected result.

Let alone killing Han Hongyu, he couldn't even injure him.

It could be said that he couldn't even defeat an early Qi Refinement cultivator.

"I want you to die."

Han Hongyu's face was twisted. It would be very troublesome to repair the ice spear. It could be said that without dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators' ice beads, it would be very troublesome. He couldn't fix the ice gun.

He wouldn't be able to use it. Under such circumstances, how could he not be angry?

In the next second, Han Hongyu retracted his ice spear and rushed in front of Zhao Feng, throwing out a punch.

Although Zhao Feng saw it, he could not dodge it. The reason was very simple. He did not have any medicinal Vital Spirits, so he could only move a little faster than an ordinary person.

Under such circumstances, how could he dodge Han Hongyu's attack?

Han Hongyu punched Zhao Feng's head and knocked him down. Before Zhao Feng landed on the ground, he followed with another punch and knocked him down in the air.

He was venting his anger.

Zhao Feng felt dizzy. His eyes were full of stars. His head seemed to be about to explode, as if he was going to die in the next second.

"Am I going to die here? I'm sorry, Wei Ying. I can't go back to see you."

However, at this moment, Zhao Feng suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye. I seem to be able to gamble with the ice-blue creature beside me.

"Go to hell!"

Han Hongyu came out. Now that he was above Zhao Feng, he threw a punch at Zhao Feng's heart.

However, at this moment, the attack that he thought was almost certain of success was empty.

It could not be said that it was empty, but it did not hit Zhao Feng's heart.

In the air, Zhao Feng turned a circle at a strange angle, making himself turn sideways to receive this punch.

"Do you think you can survive just like this? ... Really, stop! Ice Crow, let's go!"

Just as Han Hongyu was about to mock Zhao Feng, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with Zhao Feng's direction.

The Ice Crow seemed to be in that direction. It hurriedly wanted to order the Ice Crow to leave, but it was too late.

Zhao Feng grabbed the Ice Crow that was watching the show and snatched the Hundred Year Traceless Grass from its claw. He tore off a leaf and stuffed it into his mouth.1

He instantly lost his body.

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