Chapter 1630: 45 Group Purple Cloud Soul

　　 "As expected, he is a genius stronger than Huang Zheqi!" Han Feng admired in his heart. After suffering from the impact of the soul and the illusion, he could burst out such an amazing one.
　　 The King's Sword is indeed a King's Sword.
　　 What a pity...
　　Xuanlong's eyes burst out again with two golden beams.
　　 This kind of pure soul attack can not be resisted by physical attacks and spiritual attacks at all.
　　 Only the same spirit attack can break it.
　　 Or directly rely on the powerful spirit to resist it abruptly.
　　 However, after Jin Xianxian pupil's increase, Han Feng's spirit has skyrocketed to the seventh-rank spirit level, and the white-clothed swordsman's spirit is powerful, only half a step away from the seventh rank, but after all, he has not entered the seventh rank.
　　 Originally, the spirit of the white-clothed swordsman was not so engraved in Han Feng. In order to explode the "King Sword" before, the white-clothed swordsman's resistance to the spirit was further reduced.
　　 After all, to use such a trick "King Sword", every step of the spirit is indispensable.
　　As a result, the soul of the white-clothed swordsman is more chaotic, and the white-clothed swordsman can no longer resist the influence of the illusion on him.
　　 This kind of influence has already affected the vision of the white-clothed swordsman. In the white-clothed swordsman's line of sight, there is already no profound dragon, but everything in the illusion.
　　 At this moment, two beams of golden light burst from the soul, and the soul, which had no strong resistance, was completely hit.
　　 If the soul is compared to a mountain, now the mountain seems to be split by lightning.
Puff puff……
　　The white-clothed swordman vomited blood again and again, and the king's sword body could no longer be maintained, his face pale.
　　 "How can... how strong!"
　　 "I unexpectedly... lost!" The white-clothed sword-man's eyes were blank.
　　 In the land of Little Yunzhou, except for the person who came from the same place as himself, there were people who were able to dominate him.
　　The mysterious dragon roared, the light of Ziyun flew towards Han Feng, and the soul of Ziyun who belonged to the white swordsman flew towards Han Feng.
　　The white swordsman has not been robbed so far. The number of Ziyun Souls in his hand is more than that of Han Feng's 15 regiments, and it is not a few more regiments, but directly doubled!
　　 Double, double, in other words, twice as much as Han Feng himself has.
"Thirty groups of purple cloud souls, this guy has so many purple cloud souls!" Han Feng was overjoyed. The number of purple cloud souls possessed by the white swordsman was beyond Han Feng's imagination. I thought it would be good for a white swordsman to have more than ten regiments.
　　 "Thirty regiments, plus my fifteen days, is forty-five regiments, it is enough to comprehend the top-notch magic skills!"
　　 "The 64th regiment will be able to comprehend the chaos magical skills, and it is only 19 regiments away from the 64th regiment!" Han Feng's heart could not help but pounding when he was so close to the chaos magical skills.
　　 Knowing the role of Ziyun Soul at first, Han Feng certainly thought of being able to comprehend a chaos magical skill, but he also knew that it was extremely difficult, so the goal was lowered by a level.
　　 And now, this goal of lowering one level has long been achieved.
　　 Now that he has the qualifications to comprehend the magical abilities of Chaos, what else is there to hold back.
"Now, it is estimated that only the black-haired man who possesses the Soul of Ziyun is left. With the cultivation base of the black-haired man, he must have the same combat power not weaker than the ordinary Six Tribulations True God high-level, and then have that strangeness. You can’t underestimate the supernatural powers."
　　 "At the beginning, the soul of Ziyun came to nearly a hundred times, and later, the soul of Ziyun in the hands of this black-haired man will not be less than me, but more than me!"
　　 "When I fight it, either I win and understand the magical chaos. Or I lose and the opponent understands the magical chaos."
　　 "Fight!"
　　 With such an idea, Han Feng's fighting spirit soared. Looking at the white-clothed swordsman, Han Feng will continue to make moves.
　　 Han Feng hasn't forgotten that the white swordsman wanted to his Taixuan Divine Sword before, and he didn't blackmail it. How could he let the white swordsman easily.
　　 But at this moment, the white-clothed swordsman actually threw a purple cloud key, and the light leading to a higher level swallowed the white-clothed swordsman.
　　 "Your Excellency, leaving the Ziyun Tower, you and I must have another battle!" The voice of the white-clothed swordman was full of unwillingness. If the Ziyun Tower had not restricted his Eight Tribulations Sword, his strength would not be that.
Although Han Feng has the Nine Tribulations Excalibur in his hands, but Han Feng is not a serious sword repairer. As an orthodox sword repairer, a white-clothed swordsman is an orthodox sword repairer. Weakness is also an uncertain thing.
　　 "Is there a battle?" Han Feng sneered.
　　 After bathing in Ziyun's divine power, his own Nine Flames and Different Fire Art has improved, and his overall strength will inevitably rise a lot.
　　 If you can comprehend the chaos magic skills, the overall combat power will soar.
　　 When the time comes, the strongest hole card will no longer be the Supreme Profound Sword.
　　 What about orthodox sword repair?
　　 still blow it up.
"Unfortunately, ascending to the 32nd floor, without the light of the purple cloud, it is difficult to find him again, but it is me..." Han Feng frowned and looked at the light of the purple cloud that enveloped him. Not only was the purple rich to the limit, but the beam of light was also incomparable. It's wide and too obvious.
　　 "Well, anyway, I guess there is only one competitor left, so it should be obvious."
　　 Han Feng has not collected the Qi Ziyun fragments, so he stayed on the 31st floor for nearly ten days before reaching the 32nd floor.
　　 The thirty-second layer of the Ziyun Divine Beast, each has the strength equivalent to the ordinary six-tribulation true intermediate peak, with Han Feng’s current strength ~EbookFREE.me~, he dare not face too many heads at once.
　　 Otherwise, you will be surrounded, and you will suffer severe damage if you don’t die.
　　 On the thirty-second floor, Han Feng was cautious, collecting Qi Ziyun fragments after a full month, condensing them into a Ziyun key, and ascending to the thirty-third floor.
　　……
　　 On the thirty-third floor, a certain figure sits in the void.
　　 Suddenly, an amazing purple beam of light in the distance rushed into the sky, and the figure muttered to himself: "Finally someone has arrived on the 33rd floor. It's worth waiting for me for so long."
　　 "Is Huang Zheqi? Or Jun Sijie?"
　　 "Huang Zheqi was robbed by me once, and with Huang Zheqi's strength, it should be a bit reluctant to reach such a level. It won't be so fast. That is Jun Sijie?"
　　 "Although it is a companion from the same place, for the sake of chaos magical skills, I have to..."
　　 The figure stood up, stepped forward, and the whole body disappeared as if merged into the void, leaving only a trace of shallow spatial fluctuations.
　　 Even the purple beam of light covering this figure melted into the void and disappeared.
　　 "Huh? It's not Jun Sijie!" The breath approached, and the figure blended into the space, and a shock flashed in his heart.
　　 Yunzhou, there are such characters?
　　 Who is this person? Why does he feel a little familiar?
　　 Through the space, this figure hidden in the dark finally saw the Korean wind in the purple light.
"It's him!"
　　……
　　 Second!