In terms of force value, Luo Bai is not Han Feng's opponent now, but what the nine-tailed Xuantian White Fox is best at is not the force value.

After the barrier was broken, Luo Bai raised his hand and waved it, and the red mist that had dissipated before condensed again, but in an instant it disappeared into the air like faded ink.

The Jindan stage monk was still very alert when Luo Bai raised his hand, but if he observed carefully, he would soon find that his eyes were dull and his mouth was open and closed.

He seemed to have entered a dilemma.

"Dang!"

The broken sword in his hand fell, and the sound of falling to the ground was quite loud, but it did not attract the attention of the monk next to him.

Luo Bai didn't even look at the situation of the Jindan cultivator, she only looked at Han Feng.

The face of this mid-Mahayana monk was covered with frost and snow, and his expression was extremely cold. He looked very calm, but this was just a look. If you look carefully, you would find that the eyes that seemed to be made of Xuan Ice were not actually focused.

Whether it was Han Feng or the two monks, they were trapped in Luo Bai's illusion at this moment.

The Nine-tailed Xuantian White Fox is so amazing that he is so illusory. This is not just a saying.

However, Han Feng's cultivation level is different from those two cultivators.

After the two of them fell into the illusion, their faces were stupid, and their weapons were also left behind, and they were completely defensive. At this time, others took their lives just to take action.

But Han Feng was not. A four-meter-diameter light array automatically lit up under his feet, which enveloped him and protected him with impermeable airtightness.

The situation just now turned around, and the rapid exchange between the upper and lower winds made Xue Meizi and Yin Changkong stunned for a while.

The young man with black eyes and white hair walked towards the man in white robe not far away.

Both of them were standing in the air at this moment, with no support at all, but both Han Feng's standing posture and Luo Bai's pace were as steady as Mount Tai.

The three thousand gorgeous hairs are windless, as if they are raising snow-white waves behind the black-eyed boy, and as if they are the white wings of the mutant fire phoenix.

Step by step to the edge of the four-meter-diameter light array. Under the nervous gaze of Xue Meizi and Yin Changkong below, the young man in red robe in the red robe held the white palm above the void.

The blood-red demonic energy condensed, and in the blink of an eye, a half-meter-long short knife condensed on Luo Bai's hand.

After the demonic energy tends to stabilize, a simple fox pattern painted with golden patterns can be seen on the knife surface.

Holding the short sword, Luo Bai slashed directly towards the barrier.

"Boom!" The barrier shook, with cracks, but it was not completely broken.

Luo Bai tsk and raised his knife again.

"Boom!"

After this second cut, the barrier of Han Feng broke.

The wind blows through the man's long hair, adding a bit of fairy spirit.

The man in white robe moved his eyebrows and eyes, as if he was about to escape from the illusion, but it just seemed. Han Feng saw something behind him, and a blush was quietly dyed with the tip of his ears.

"Master, kill him!" Yin Changkong, who was below, shouted excitedly.

Xue Meizi gave him a blank look, "Yin Changkong, you idiot, Han Feng is still in the middle stage of Mahayana, and our master has just been born."

If you want to kill the middle stage of Mahayana, you must at least pass the tribulation, because only when you pass the tribulation can you have the ability to crush the souls created by Mahayana monks.

Luo Bai looked at Han Feng in front of him and suddenly smiled with a bent eyes.

Even if I don't plan to kill, I can still teach you a little lesson.
Chapter completed!