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Han Feng used the 750 pre-prepared medicinal powder in the bamboo box, combined with specific flowers and herbs from the forest, and mixed them in a special ratio to create an invisible and odorless volatile poison powder.
This poison is not fatal.
However, it can make a person's muscles and bones weak and their limbs powerless in a short period of time.
"Since I am now physically weak, I will try to put you in the same predicament, and then use my rich combat experience to defeat you one by one."
Discard the packet of medicine in your hand.
Han Feng took the self-made antidote powder and placed the bamboo box containing Xiao Yunji among the tree branches upwind, sprinkling insect repellent powder around it to ensure that no poisonous insects would approach.
He gestured to the little black bird to keep an eye on the area around the bamboo box.
He gripped the Devouring Prison Sword tightly in both hands, standing quietly atop the trunk of another ancient tree, looking down from above, patiently lying in wait.
"This game of life and death is about to begin."
Following the trail left behind, the small team of white-armored soldiers accurately tracked them to their destination, but this primeval forest area also brought them a lot of trouble.
Just from the chase all the way here,
The attacks of various poisonous insects and mosquitoes have caused many soldiers great suffering.
Some even tragically lost their lives during the pursuit.
"Damn brat, why do you always run to such godforsaken places!" The white-armored army squad leader was burning with rage. He angrily slammed his fist into the tree trunk beside him and gritted his teeth, saying, "If I catch you, I'll make you pay!"
at this time,
Among the white-armored soldiers following behind, some had dazed eyes, staggered steps, and weak, limp limbs.
Their bodies swayed precariously, and they eventually collapsed to the ground, unable to rise again.
"poisonous!"
"careful!"
The weak and trembling warning had not yet finished when
The white-armored soldiers, who had collapsed on the ground, saw a young man of average build leap out from among the dense foliage.
Especially the blood-red, menacing longsword he gripped tightly in his hand.
The malevolent aura it released was terrifying, as if they were being targeted by a bloodthirsty beast, ready to tear them apart and devour them at any moment.
"kill!"
The squad leader's expression changed drastically, but he could only suppress his fear and lead his men to charge forward.
"If it weren't for the help of poison, I really wouldn't have dared to fight alone so easily." Han Feng chuckled, not feeling that his methods were despicable and insidious at all, but rather with a hint of smugness.
He looked at the group of angry, charging white-armored soldiers.
His eyes were calm as he gripped the broad hilt of the Devouring Prison Sword tightly with both hands, then swung it forcefully, slashing horizontally.
"Chucky!"
The weapon, which was as hard as refined iron, shattered and shattered with a single blow.
As Han Feng gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly with both hands, he swung it through the air, easily severing the weapons of the group of silver-armored guards.
242. The terrifying Nine Netherworld Purgatory Furnace
He felt as if he were cutting tofu with a sword, making it as easy as cutting it with a knife.
The sharpness and sturdiness of the Demon-Slaying Sword far exceeded his expectations.
"Chucky!"
The sword in his hand moved like a raging storm, each strike piercing into flesh and blood.
In an instant.
The sounds of knives cutting flesh and breaking bones filled his ears.
All the silver-armored guards whose skin had been slashed by the Demon-Slaying Sword collapsed to the ground in agony, wailing in pain. They had unfortunately been poisoned by the bone-corroding toxin attached to the Demon-Slaying Sword.
When toxins invade the body, it feels as if the internal organs are being burned by raging flames, causing unbearable pain.
The scene before their eyes became distorted and blurred; the sounds around their ears, the breath at their noses, the sensations on their skin…
Everything is gradually sinking into a false illusion.
This is another hidden attribute of the Demon-Slaying Sword – "Soul Absorption".
Their three souls and six spirits were eroded and ravaged by the demon-devouring sword spirit in the Soul-Seizing Illusion, while their physical bodies were affected by the "Devouring Essence" attribute of the demon-devouring sword.
The life essence within the spirit and energy was forcibly extracted into the Demon-Devouring Sword.
It becomes the energy source needed to enhance the power of the Demon-Slaying Sword.
They screamed in agony in all sorts of mental illusions, while their bodies were rapidly devoured, turning them into withered corpses, and ultimately they met a tragic end.
The sinister and terrifying power of the Demon-Devouring Sword deeply shocked Han Feng.
"When its evil power was sealed, if it weren't for the suppressing power of the Nine Netherworld Furnace, this Demon-Devouring Sword would probably have devoured me and turned me into a dried-up corpse long ago."
"But now, the more powerful and ferocious it becomes, the happier I am."
The poisoned Silver Armor Guards were no match for Han Feng.
Not long after.
The dozens of soldiers who came to pursue him were all slaughtered by Han Feng, turning into flesh and blood sacrifices to nourish the Demon-Devouring Sword.
"The murderous aura on the sword is even more intense and concentrated than before it drank blood."
He raised the Demon-Slaying Sword with both hands and examined it carefully.
Right now.
A stream of pure life essence flowed from the Demon-Devouring Sword and surged into Han Feng's body, greatly accelerating his recovery from the weakness caused by massive blood loss.
"It actually has such an effect?!"
Han Feng was overjoyed to notice the significant improvement in his condition.
This means that as long as enough creatures are killed by the Demon-Slaying Sword, his physical condition will always remain at its best, without any worries about fatigue or weakness.
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"Such an effect is unparalleled in group battles." Han Feng gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly, his heart filled with joy: "Now, why not press our advantage and wipe them out completely?"
“Exterminate the remaining squad of soldiers.”
"To avoid further pursuit and disturbance."
After making up his mind, he quickly returned to the big tree and safely transferred his sister to his back.
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"Scout ahead and find them." He turned to the black bird beside him and commanded. Han Feng held the Demon-Slaying Sword in one hand and nimbly weaved through the dense foliage.
The seemingly enormous Demon-Slaying Sword felt as light as a feather in his hands.
It feels almost weightless.
But this only applies to him personally, because he has completely mastered the Demon-Slaying Sword, making it one with him, so he naturally cannot feel any extra weight.
Just like a person who doesn't feel how heavy their arms are.
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On the loess road.
Han Feng spurred his horse and galloped off into the distance.
The remaining dozen or so ordinary soldiers, no matter how fierce they were, were ultimately just ordinary people. Faced with profound internal strength, they could not withstand the jungle raid and perished.
243. Encountering Zi Nu Again
The horse he rode was a trophy he casually seized after killing someone.
He also drove the remaining warhorses to scatter in all directions to confuse his true whereabouts and prevent any possible pursuers from following him.
He didn't stop until night fell, in a small town on the border of Baiyue.
At this moment, the younger sister Yunji began to cry incessantly again.
The little girl was just hungry, and the meat soup in the bamboo tube had slightly spoiled due to the high temperature.
For him, this slight deterioration was not a big deal.
However, it is crucial for a typical one-year-old baby. The slightest mistake could damage their delicate digestive system and cause problems.
"Don't cry, little sister, brother will find you food right away." Han Feng held Xiao Yunji in his left arm, the horse reins tucked under his right arm, and the Demon-Slaying Sword held upside down in his right hand.
"Wow wow wow."
The little girl only knows how to cry; she doesn't understand these principles.
Helpless, Han Feng went door to door as night fell, hoping to find some food for Xiao Yunji.
"Is anyone here? I need to stay the night."