Chapter 1067
At the beginning, Mr. Jiang didn't give Han Fei the "daqiandanjing", but the "julingjing". This is right! In Han Fei's character, how could he study alchemy every day? He can't even fight.
As a guide, julingjing, together with the guidance of old Han, can be supplemented by canghaishu. Han Fei's array way, in fact, is not the lack of means to arrange the array, the lack of only time to get familiar with it.
Once Han Fei has enough time to consolidate and use these arrays, he is confident that his achievements along the way will at least be comparable to those of old Jiang in the future. It's nothing to say that the law enforcers are easy to kill.
In the past, old Jiang would always twist the jungle and set up some formations for Han Fei to break. Now, it's a real battle. Because Han Fei's choice just now gave him time to mend the array.
Together, the great array shows the dread of gathering spiritual masters.
At this time, Han Fei seemed to be in a dreamland, unable to see the hunter of the other side, the charismatic master or the gathering spiritual master.
Surrounded by Han Fei, there are more swords and swords than ten thousand swords. Some of those terrible attacks come out of the ground, some come out of the void, some change from illusion to substance.
"Brush!"
In the ten thousand attacks, a sudden flash of thunder broke out. Han Fei immediately looked back and smashed the deadly knife of the haunted hunter.
"Bang!"
As soon as the attack was smashed, Han Fei felt the huge force falling on him. The whole person was directly blasted by a stick and crushed on the ground.
"Bang!"
The power of terror made Han Fei directly crack a defensive array. During the period of being bombed, nearly a hundred bombardments fell on him, and Han Fei was injured again.
Just, Han Fei is still calm. With his feet a step, but also bursts of chain, plate turtle array, one after another out.
It's just a distant picture. Nearby, the light of aura is surging, and all kinds of Xiaguang diffuse under the city. Every ray of sunlight, is a person in the fight broke out.
In the waves, the shrimp soldiers raise their guns, the crabs will carry their hammers, and the vermin army is rampant.
In this smoky battlefield, Han Fei's eyes, directly among thousands of people, found the group of five fighting with him.
It's just that he didn't see what a picture they were. It's a picture of five of them walking together, fighting against thousands of troops and dying bravely.
Because the moment Han Fei saw them, five people were covered in blood. The operator's tree talent is spiritual, and he has been bald for the most part. The armour box of the armour Division has been lost. He is brave and fearless with two knives in his hands. The war spirit division is the first to sweep away all the weapons.
And the spirit gathering master seems to have exhausted his spirit. The hunter woman is in charge of protecting him. But one of the hunter's arms was broken.
At that moment, the five people seemed to be talking about something. Suddenly, they slowly turned around and looked in the direction of Han Fei. They grinned, with a free and easy smile, helplessness and a trace of nostalgia.
The next moment, the tide capsized, five people disappeared in the tide, never seen again.
This scene made Han Fei very moved. Generous to die, turn around a smile, he can not help but think of: he just saw the picture of the five people, the five people are laughing.
The last scene in Han Fei's eyes is no longer the five, but everyone in the battlefield. All of a sudden, a white light came out of their bodies.
When the white light converged towards the sky, it saw a big hand, crossing half the city, stretching out its fingers in the air, and writing a word "human".
Under Han Fei's eyes, his consciousness shrank and seemed to be stabbed in his mind by the amazing power of the word "man". A word out, a thousand waves broken.
That's not the power of one person, it's the white light that comes out of countless people. That's why a word "person" is written. Push all the way to the end of the field of vision.
The picture, from then on.
The picture in his eyes disappeared, but Han Fei moved for a long time. I don't know how long it took for Han Fei to breathe slowly: "the power of the human race."
As a guide, julingjing, together with the guidance of old Han, can be supplemented by canghaishu. Han Fei's array way, in fact, is not the lack of means to arrange the array, the lack of only time to get familiar with it.
Once Han Fei has enough time to consolidate and use these arrays, he is confident that his achievements along the way will at least be comparable to those of old Jiang in the future. It's nothing to say that the law enforcers are easy to kill.
In the past, old Jiang would always twist the jungle and set up some formations for Han Fei to break. Now, it's a real battle. Because Han Fei's choice just now gave him time to mend the array.
Together, the great array shows the dread of gathering spiritual masters.
At this time, Han Fei seemed to be in a dreamland, unable to see the hunter of the other side, the charismatic master or the gathering spiritual master.
Surrounded by Han Fei, there are more swords and swords than ten thousand swords. Some of those terrible attacks come out of the ground, some come out of the void, some change from illusion to substance.
"Brush!"
In the ten thousand attacks, a sudden flash of thunder broke out. Han Fei immediately looked back and smashed the deadly knife of the haunted hunter.
"Bang!"
As soon as the attack was smashed, Han Fei felt the huge force falling on him. The whole person was directly blasted by a stick and crushed on the ground.
"Bang!"
The power of terror made Han Fei directly crack a defensive array. During the period of being bombed, nearly a hundred bombardments fell on him, and Han Fei was injured again.
Just, Han Fei is still calm. With his feet a step, but also bursts of chain, plate turtle array, one after another out.
It's just a distant picture. Nearby, the light of aura is surging, and all kinds of Xiaguang diffuse under the city. Every ray of sunlight, is a person in the fight broke out.
In the waves, the shrimp soldiers raise their guns, the crabs will carry their hammers, and the vermin army is rampant.
In this smoky battlefield, Han Fei's eyes, directly among thousands of people, found the group of five fighting with him.
It's just that he didn't see what a picture they were. It's a picture of five of them walking together, fighting against thousands of troops and dying bravely.
Because the moment Han Fei saw them, five people were covered in blood. The operator's tree talent is spiritual, and he has been bald for the most part. The armour box of the armour Division has been lost. He is brave and fearless with two knives in his hands. The war spirit division is the first to sweep away all the weapons.
And the spirit gathering master seems to have exhausted his spirit. The hunter woman is in charge of protecting him. But one of the hunter's arms was broken.
At that moment, the five people seemed to be talking about something. Suddenly, they slowly turned around and looked in the direction of Han Fei. They grinned, with a free and easy smile, helplessness and a trace of nostalgia.
The next moment, the tide capsized, five people disappeared in the tide, never seen again.
This scene made Han Fei very moved. Generous to die, turn around a smile, he can not help but think of: he just saw the picture of the five people, the five people are laughing.
The last scene in Han Fei's eyes is no longer the five, but everyone in the battlefield. All of a sudden, a white light came out of their bodies.
When the white light converged towards the sky, it saw a big hand, crossing half the city, stretching out its fingers in the air, and writing a word "human".
Under Han Fei's eyes, his consciousness shrank and seemed to be stabbed in his mind by the amazing power of the word "man". A word out, a thousand waves broken.
That's not the power of one person, it's the white light that comes out of countless people. That's why a word "person" is written. Push all the way to the end of the field of vision.
The picture, from then on.
The picture in his eyes disappeared, but Han Fei moved for a long time. I don't know how long it took for Han Fei to breathe slowly: "the power of the human race."
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