Chapter 1454

A thunderclap sounded, and a thick silver arc plunged into the huge fireball.

Just as most people thought the silver arc would surely pierce the fireball, this lightning flashed and vanished into the fireball's surface, as if swallowed.

Lei Lan was startled, and the fireball instantly appeared before her, its momentum astonishing.

After a hint of hesitation on her face, her figure slightly retreated, and her wings suddenly enveloped her.

Instantly, layers of Lei Guang appeared out of thin air; within the Lei Guang, a silver-white Peng bird materialized, its body crackling with silver arcs, and around its neck hung a strange necklace bearing a golden, inch-high gourd.

This woman ultimately decided to use her most skilled transformation technique to defeat her opponent.

Upon seeing the Peng bird appear, the huge fireball ceased rolling, and with a rumbling sound, it suddenly transformed into a crimson firebird.

The firebird's size was several times that of the Peng bird, yet the Peng bird showed no fear; after a clear cry, its body swelled violently, becoming slightly larger than the firebird, then, surrounded by countless Lei Guang, it fiercely lunged at the opposite side.

The firebird transformed from Hong Sha was equally fearless; flames erupted across its body, and its sharp claws slashed through the void, sending forth crimson claw light from Shi Dong.

As the two giant birds spread their wings, they nearly obscured half the sky within the light barrier, and their battle grew increasingly fierce.

Blood and feathers occasionally fell from high altitude.

But just before landing, these things dissipated into nothingness.

To everyone's surprise, Lei Lan, a low-rank Ling Jiang cultivator, after transforming into a Peng bird, did not fall behind in close combat but instead grew fiercer with each exchange.

Whether the electric arcs appearing on her claws and body, they gradually shifted from silver-white 'color' to a pale purple 'color', their power far surpassing that of silver 'color' lightning.

Han Li stared at the Peng bird in the sky with blue light flickering in his eyes, yet a strange expression appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Others did not notice, thinking the Peng bird in the sky was activating some *** on its own to enhance the silver arc's power.

But in his spiritual vision, he clearly saw that the so-called purple 'color' electric arc was not generated by the Peng bird itself, but rather shot out intermittently from the inch-sized golden 'color' gourd at its neck, each strand of purple 'color' electric force.

These electric strands, upon contacting the Peng bird's own silver arc, instantly merged and vanished.

It was this action that caused the Peng bird's protective silver 'color' electric arc to gradually shift from silver-white 'color' to pale purple 'color'.

The purple 'color' electric strands seemed to have a significant origin.

Hong Sha had been unexpectedly suppressed to a disadvantage, her heart filled with shock and anger.

Although she did not know how the opponent achieved this, it was obvious they had used some special means; otherwise, based solely on cultivation, the opponent could not be her match.

At this moment, several men's voices came from nearby. Though not loud, hearing them made her heart tremble, and she immediately discarded her last hesitation, flapping her wings once and employing the killing move she had prepared for this trial.

A remarkably long feather on the firebird's head shot forth.

With a "puchi" sound, the feather instantly transformed into another identical firebird; opening its mouth, it immediately spat out a string of fireballs, then, with its entire body engulfed in surging flames, it plunged into the battle.

Having just gained a slight advantage, the Peng bird, under attack from two firebirds, immediately showed signs of distress, emitting furious cries nonstop.

Under the collision and intertwining of flames and purple electric arcs, the air within the light barrier vibrated with a humming sound, and the surrounding air faintly twisted and trembled.

This also made the situation of the silver 'color' Peng bird battling the two firebirds somewhat blurred.

But anyone could see that the silver 'color' Peng bird was already in dire straits, unable to endure much longer, possibly suffering severe injury and falling at any moment.

Han Li merely watched silently for a moment, then suddenly spread his wings behind him; after a thunderclap, he transformed into a cyan-white electric arc and vanished in place.

Almost simultaneously, another black shadow flickered somewhere in the crowd and also vanished silently in place.

With a "peng" sound, a golden 'color' sword light over ten zhang long flashed into existence from the void and slashed downward at the entangled fire and electric arc battle group.

Before the sword light approached the battle group, a faint white trace appeared in front of it out of nowhere and burst forth with a piercing, mournful cry.

Upon contact between the fire-electric arc and the white trace, they seemed to disintegrate like kneaded clay.

In the battle group, the two firebirds and that silver 'color' great Peng only felt a flash of Jin Guang, and a sharply abnormal thing had already arrived above their heads, mercilessly slashing downward.

The three birds were greatly startled, and without bothering to fight any further, they simultaneously withdrew their divine powers and shot backward in retreat.

The three birds were greatly startled; without bothering to continue fighting, they simultaneously withdrew their divine abilities and shot backward.

The huge sword light passed cleanly between them, leaving a white trace behind; immediately, a massive energy burst forth from the white trace.

Nearby, a violent wind suddenly arose, and vast amounts of heaven and earth spiritual energy rushed toward the white trace, as if space itself had been cleaved open.

The onlookers outside were thrown into great 'chaos'; the Peng bird retracted its lightning arcs and transformed back into a lovely young woman, though her face was full of doubtful 'color'.

"You are no match for this woman; there's no need to continue fighting." A faint voice suddenly sounded behind Lei Lan, as if right beside her.

Lei Lan's face 'color' changed; she hastily turned around and saw a young man in a green robe standing silently behind her.

"It was Brother Han who just made that move!" Lei Lan exclaimed, somewhat startled.

"It was Han brother who made that move just now!" Lei Lan was somewhat startled.

The power of that sword light made her believe the attacker was a Ling Shuai-level existence.

At this moment, that terrifying sword light and the white trace it produced had already dissipated and vanished; the gathered heaven and earth spiritual energy also dispersed again, restoring calm.

However, Han Li did not answer this woman at all, merely fixing his gaze on the opposite side.

Lei Lan was startled and followed his gaze.

She then discovered that Hong Sha opposite had also resumed human form, had put away her ***, and was smiling faintly while looking this way.

Behind this opponent, at some point, a red-robed youth had appeared, his countenance sinister and expressionless.

The youth was precisely Zhu Yinzi, and among the many holy sons of the Chi Rong tribe on this journey, he was the one who made her most wary.

"Brother Han, I've heard you've been cultivating overseas and only recently returned to the Tian Peng tribe. I'm quite curious—may I ask Brother Han for a little advice?" Zhu Yinzi asked, twitching the corner of his mouth.

"Han brother, I've heard you've been cultivating overseas and only recently returned to the Tian Peng tribe. I'm curious—may I ask Han brother for some advice?" Zhu Yinzi said, his mouth corner twitching *** afterward.

Han Li's earlier sword strike had made his heart sink; he knew his guess was likely correct—the opponent's divine abilities were truly extraordinary. But to 'probe' the depths of this great enemy, he still followed the plan, silently challenging Han Li without changing expression.

Zhu Yinzi's reputation, however, was not comparable to that of the previous Hong Sha and Lei Lan.

When he appeared in the sky, he was immediately recognized by many onlookers. Upon hearing Zhu Yinzi challenge another, these people were astonished, then immediately showed excited 'color' on their faces!.

Such exchanges of vast divine abilities among peers are rarely seen. One is long-famous with great prestige, the other is a high-rank Ling Jiang; it seems they can gain a new perspective.

Upon hearing Zhu Yinzi's words, Lei Lan frowned, then her expression became somewhat enlightened. It seemed this woman finally realized the opponent's purpose from the beginning was likely this "Han martial brother!" behind her—she was merely a bait.

"I have no interest in crossing swords with you." Han Li smiled and said lightly.

"Hehe, since you've already entered the restriction, it's not up to you. Han brother, take my move!" The youth raised one hand; a red light flashed on his palm as usual, transforming into a crimson claw, ten fingertips sharp and crystalline, gleaming as if carved from red 'color' crystal.

【61】 Han Li frowned, not yet having time to say anything, when the youth's red claw made a seemingly casual grasp at the empty space before Han Li.

A few sharp "chi chi" sounds rang out as five crimson claw flashes shot forward in an instant, red light flashing once before vanishing completely.

Han Li's expression shifted, and suddenly one arm rose before him, pitch-black fingers spreading wide to block in front of him.

Immediately, the space over ten zhang ahead of Han Li violently trembled, and the five claw flashes shot out again.

Upon seeing the five crimson flashes, Han Li's expression changed drastically. What had originally been only chi-long crimson flashes, upon reappearing, had already grown to zhang in size and continued to voraciously absorb surrounding spiritual energy, swelling without cease.

Before the claw flashes even approached, Han Li felt an astonishing spiritual pressure surge toward him. Had it been a cultivator of slightly lower cultivation, being enveloped by these claw flashes would likely have left both body and mind seized, unable to move even a finger.

Secretly startled, Han Li's pitch-black fingers, held before him, flashed with spiritual light as a black little mountain materialized out of thin air—just a flash, and it instantly expanded to over ten zhang in size.

The black mountain blocked Han Li behind it, shielding him completely and securely.

With a few muffled "peng peng" sounds, red light flashed, and all five claw flashes landed upon the little mountain.

A scorching breath suddenly spread around Han Li, making him feel as if a hot furnace were blasting in his face, causing discomfort.

But the black mountain remained firmly in place, seemingly unmoved.

"Eh?" The opposing Zhu Yinzhi, upon seeing this, was slightly moved.

Han Li swept his spiritual sense over the elemental mountain before him, yet his expression darkened.

With a "pa" sound, he slapped his palm onto the little mountain.

Instantly, the mountain spun around, and the spot that had just been struck now faced Han Li.

On the blackish surface of the little mountain, five claw marks about an inch deep appeared, still slightly melted.

A cold snort escaped as the black palm flashed like lightning and pressed down upon the mountain peak.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

The little mountain's entire body flowed with black light; wherever it passed, the claw marks and melted spots instantly restored to their original state.

"Since Zhu Brother insists on exchanging a few moves, I have no choice but to spar a little." After saying this, Han Li's form flickered and he suddenly appeared beside the little mountain.

As he spoke, his wings stirred, and a green-colored Peng shadow suddenly manifested behind him.

Following several booming "hong long long" sounds, four green-colored wind pillars shot up into the sky around Han Li, accompanied by loud howling.

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