Han Ming's face turned gloomy as he passed by two masters of the fifth-level war king. The large blue feathers behind him gathered into two sharp sword-like shapes, and they got through the gaps in the two fighting spirit shields of the two war kings.
Go in.
Before the two war king masters could react to what had happened, an earth-shattering explosion spread out.
Twenty sets of Suzaku feathers were divided between the two war kings. On average, each person had to withstand ten sets of feathers, that is, the explosion of 280 leaf-shaped hidden weapons. The most important thing is that the explosion of these feathers was caused by the war king.
What happened inside the grudge shield.
In this way, the damage caused by the explosion would be much more serious than if the War King directly withstood the explosion without any fighting spirit shield.
The fighting spirit shield successfully trapped the power of the feather explosion within a very narrow range, which just filled the entire body of the master of war.
Han Ming flew toward the west with a gloomy face, without even looking back. Behind him, two masses of blood mist rose up in the sky. Broken bones and flesh mixed with blood dispersed in the wind.
The fierce momentum of the two war kings disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Han Ming didn't even look at it. He raised his right hand slightly and summoned the feathers to return. The twenty sets of 560 blue feathers condensed into a long line and galloped towards Han Ming.
The old white-haired war god of the sixth stage was furious when he saw this. He shouted loudly and his speed increased by another point. The distance between him and Han Ming became closer and closer.
Han Ming felt that the surging momentum behind him was less than a hundred meters away from him, and he knew that if he didn't do something, the old man would probably be able to catch up with him in a short time. At that moment, his body turned around and flew upside down, with his hands in a row.
Point towards the white-haired old man.
Dozens of jet-black magic light beams were directed towards the white-haired old man's face. At the same time, with his mind swaying, the twenty sets of blue feathers turned around and fired towards the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man first bent his arms, and then opened them suddenly. A large group of dazzling fighting spirit lights suddenly burst out from all over his body. These fighting spirit lights were like a huge hammer, directed at the dozens of black magic light pillars coming towards him.
Smash it.
The fighting spirit light and the black magic light pillar intersect in the air, and each black magic light pillar can weaken the fighting spirit light a little. But after all, Han Ming's strength is far different from that of the white-haired old man. In time, with the help of the super powerful Water God Art
Neither can bridge this gap.
Those dozens of black magic light pillars were fleeting, all washed away by the light of fighting spirit.
Han Ming's eyes were cold, and he fired out his hands again. This time, hundreds of black magic light beams rushed out. At the same time, he controlled the feathers to suddenly divide into two groups in the air, bypassing the fighting spirit light from two directions. Later,
They gathered together again and approached the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man had seen the horror of these weird blue feathers. Even though he looked down on Han Ming, he still didn't dare to be proud and not make any defense. At the moment, he could only roar angrily and condensed a dazzling golden light shield of fighting spirit.
Cover the whole body for a period of time.
The hundreds of black magic light beams released by Han Minghou were stimulated by the white-haired old man's fighting spirit light, and finally completely defeated the fighting spirit light.
Looking at those feathers, they have already been severely cut on the white-haired old man's body-protecting fighting energy light shield.
Another series of endless explosions sounded.
Every time the white-haired old man's vindictive mask was cut by a feather and exploded, it would flicker slightly. Five hundred and sixty feathers were manipulated by Han Ming to cut up one after another without recalling them, and the first explosion hit the old man's
Instead, the feathers turned around and came back to bombard the white-haired old man's grudge mask.
The explosive force created by this back and forth is extremely astonishing.
The white-haired old man was barely holding on to his fighting spirit mask to prevent it from being blown up. The anger on his old face was even stronger.
"Hmph! You little boy, you don't know how high the world is!"
The white-haired old man maintained his fighting spirit mask, and at the same time punched more than a dozen punches in the air with his hands. Each punch formed a huge fighting spirit fist with a height of more than ten meters. These fists instantly smashed the large feathers in front of him.
They dispersed and attacked Han Ming.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Han Ming's mouth.
The white-haired old man suddenly noticed Han Ming's smile, and his heart skipped a beat. Before he had time to think about the meaning of Han Ming's smile, behind him, two butterflies had quietly landed on his Dou Qi passport, a three-dimensional butterfly.
A butterfly with two colors, a butterfly with two colors. The two butterflies landed on the grudge mask at the same time, and combined with the bombardment of feathers, they immediately disintegrated the grudge mask of the white-haired old man.
"Now!"
At this time, Han Ming had floated to the trunk of a tree. He suddenly stepped on the trunk with his legs and rushed in the other direction like a cannonball. At the same time, he dodged all the fighting fists of the white-haired old man.
Looking at the twenty sets of feathers, all the ones that had succeeded fell on the white-haired old man.
These twenty sets of feathers were controlled quite accurately by Han Ming. He knew that the power of each feather explosion was too small to seriously injure the six-stage God of War old man, so he controlled these twenty sets of feathers perfectly, almost
They fall at the same time.
An earth-shaking explosion sounded. The ground and surrounding trees trembled. Looking at the two Destruction Butterflies, Xiao Jian had already returned to Han Ming's pocket, and Xiao Hei also flew back quickly.
The powerful explosion set off a fiery wave of air. The wave spread out in a circular ripple shape, uprooting nearby towering trees and vegetation on the ground. A huge black mushroom cloud was a hundred meters thick.
Rising to high altitude.
These feathers almost exhausted nearly 90% of their power in this attack explosion. Han Ming had no time to take a closer look at the results of the battle, so he quickly recalled the feathers and connected them piece by piece to form three circular gears.
General shape, cut towards the ground.
In the blink of an eye, a huge pit with a depth of more than ten meters appeared. Han Ming held a small white flower in his hand, hiding his whole body's aura, and jumped into the pit. At the same time, he waved his hands continuously, and the water magic energy dragged the soil on the ground.
Filling up the deep pit, the whole person almost seemed to disappear on the spot.
Han Ming was deep underground, but he could clearly feel the energy fluctuations above.
The destructive power caused by the explosion gradually dissipated. With the explosion as the center, a radial pit with a radius of several hundred meters gradually emerged as the smoke and dust dissipated. Look at the center of the pit.
, the white-haired old man's whole body was covered with blood, and he was breathing heavily.
Han Ming sighed regretfully. It seemed that the power of feathers was still not enough. The strength of the sixth-level second-level war god was indeed not empty. Although the white-haired old man looked seriously injured, it was actually just some superficial injuries. He was not injured.
Muscles and bones. Unfortunately, only half of the feathers can be used now. If the other half can be used, at least the old man can return seriously injured.
The white-haired old man was so angry that he almost went crazy. Less than 30% of his silver hair was burned by the explosion and fire, and he looked extremely miserable.
"Where is it! Get out!!"
The white-haired old man had just been in the explosion and had no time to explore Han Ming's whereabouts. At this time, he saw that Han Ming's shadow was no longer in front of him. If he felt carefully, there was no breath of Han Ming. It was expected that Han Ming had already passed away.
As he was far away, he immediately activated all his fighting energy and transformed into a line of light and shadow and galloped towards the west.
Han Ming was hiding deep underground, but he didn't dare to come out easily.
About half an hour later, the old man suddenly appeared next to the battlefield out of nowhere. He glanced around with cold eyes, then turned into a beam of light again and chased towards the north.
The white-haired old man regarded the place where he fought Han Ming just now as the center of a circle, and he kept circling around the center to find Han Ming's whereabouts.
The white-haired old man expected that Han Ming would not be able to fly away. If that happened, his whereabouts would be exposed. Being able to leave quietly like this must be by walking, not by any magic or function.
How fast can you go on foot in a place like this? The old man was sure that Han Ming was somewhere here.
Time passed little by little, and a day passed in the blink of an eye. The old man returned to the place where he fought with Han Ming again, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
"It's weird, where can this kid go? I don't believe he can disappear out of thin air."
The white-haired old man was unwilling to leave just now, so he simply flew high into the sky, crossed his legs and sat in the sky, scanning his eyes back and forth while using his elemental perception ability to search for Han Ming's energy fluctuations.
Han Ming felt that the white-haired old man refused to leave, and couldn't help but sigh to himself. He waved his left hand gently, and the feathers that were almost exhausted were dug downwards from Han Ming's feet one by one. These feathers did not need Han Ming.
They are supported by Ming's magical power, and they do not exert their fire attribute power at this time. They are only digging through physical methods, and naturally they will not emit any fluctuations in magical energy.
Han Ming carefully directed the feathers to dig holes underneath, while he crawled deeper into the ground bit by bit.
After about three days, Han Ming finally broke out of the ground. This place was nearly a thousand miles away from where he fought with the white-haired old man. This place also left the water spirit realm and reached the earth spirit realm.
The most important thing for Han Ming at the moment was not to find the old pangolin, but to quickly find a secret place to hide.
He released all the blue feathers that had lost much energy and went to a place a few miles away from Han Ming's current residence. He quickly got into the ground and began to quietly absorb the fire element energy between heaven and earth to replenish his own energy.
Han Ming took out all the feathers that Julingtang helped him forge and began to wash away the poison one by one.
The poisonous nature of these feathers is extremely strange. Even if Han Ming does not come into direct contact with them and only controls them for a long time, the toxins will follow Han Ming's breath and penetrate into his body. Therefore, if these toxins are not washed away in a day, Han Ming will
I didn't dare to use it easily for a day.
Putting a piece of blue feather in front of him, Han Ming circulated the black magic energy and sprayed a soft black mist onto the feather. The powerful corrosive power of the second style of Water God Art combined with the surface of the blue feather.
There was no reaction at first at the junction of the toxins, but soon after, some slight, almost imperceptible chirping sounds reached Han Ming's ears.
Han Ming looked intently and saw traces of white gas emitting from the surface of the feathers.
Seeing this situation, Han Ming felt a little relieved. Knowing that his water magic could indeed wash away the toxins on the feather surface, he felt a little relieved.
Although Han Ming had a lot of Vermillion Bird Feathers, this time he used thousands of Vermilion Bird Feathers to forge these hidden weapons, almost using up all his Vermilion Bird Feathers. The remaining feathers were simply not enough to make them.
He forged another twenty sets of hidden weapons.
If this is the case, then the twenty sets of hidden weapons that Han Ming created previously will naturally not be able to meet the standards Han Ming expected.
Fortunately, although Han Ming was unlucky, there was still room for recovery from the development of the situation.
Even if he didn't wash away even one feather, it would cost Han Ming a lot of magic energy. Looking at the nearly 10,000 small magic crystals placed on the ground, Han Ming couldn't help but sigh in annoyance. It seemed that this magic crystal was finally obtained.
Stones can only be used to wash away toxins.
At the same time, Han Ming's anger towards Julingtang also increased a bit.
"You're just basing your guess on me, and you're so vicious. You want to turn me into a useless plant. You're really evil-hearted!!"
Thinking of the Juling Hall, Han Ming's expression turned cold and unusual.
Washing off the toxins on the surface of Suzaku feathers is a very complicated task, which not only consumes a lot of magic power, but also tests Han Ming's patience.
Three months later, Han Ming slowly stretched his waist and looked at the half-empty jar of snow honey tea beside him. Han Ming didn't have time to think about anything and immediately fell asleep.
After sleeping for more than two days, Han Ming finally woke up.
Looking at the pile of blue feathers beside him, Han Ming nodded with satisfaction, cut open the wound on his left wrist, and let the blood drip down to identify the owner.
Then, as his mind turned, these feathers continued to form various complex shapes according to Han Ming's thoughts.
"Thinking about it, those feathers that were released should have recovered their energy."
Han Ming nodded slightly, calling silently in his heart. Less than twenty seconds later, a large group of blue feathers flew back to Han Ming in a long line, floating quietly in the air.
Han Ming felt it carefully and nodded with satisfaction. The energy of these feathers had been fully restored in the past three months. His body shook, and a pair of bone wings suddenly unfolded from behind, and at the same time he controlled the feathers.
Adhered to a pair of bone wings.
For a moment, a pair of dark, bare bone wings were completely blocked by blue feathers. A pair of huge blue wings slowly waved in accordance with Han Ming's thoughts, and the sun shone through the gaps.
The pair of blue wings flashed with an unusually beautiful light.
"Haha, not bad, not bad!"
Han Ming looked at this pair of beautiful wings and felt much better.
“Get out!!!!”
While Han Ming was immersed in excitement, a roar suddenly came from outside.dd