"Alas, it's a pity that this space bracelet has been thoroughly refined by Han Bing, and I can't even take out a single hair if I only recognize her divine soul breath..."

"With her little rich woman's family background, let alone a magic weapon that is better than that ghost-headed knife, it is not impossible to even take out one or two spiritual weapons. ”

Qin Tian, who was in the sea of knowledge, secretly felt pity, he also wanted to be like Han Bing, and have a good time smashing people with magic weapons, but unfortunately it seemed that he couldn't follow his wishes.

Outside.

"Han Bing" slowly pulled his legs out of the ground, and under the support of spiritual power, not even the soles of his shoes were stained with a trace of soil.

She stretched out her hand and brushed over a handful of green silk that blocked her vision, looked at Yan Hong from afar, and said casually: "You have a good foundation, at least, it is much stronger than that white and fat sweet potato." ”

Outside the field, the round face of the jade-faced fox was as white as lime whitewash, and suddenly became blacker than the bottom of the burnt pot, and there was a lot of resentment in his heart.

What is a white fat sweet potato?

Is there anyone like you who give people nicknames like that?

What's more, it's not Lao Tzu who shot at you, why are you burning me?

"Han Bing" added: "It's a pity that you are on the wrong side, otherwise, with your background, you do have a chance to impact the Nirvana Realm." ”

Yan Hong turned a deaf ear, and tore off his tattered shirt, revealing a tendon flesh like copper water, although he suffered a little loss, the battle intent in his eyes was extremely high, and he was a battle maniac again.

His eyes were burning, and he looked at "Han Bing" as if he was looking at a prey, eager to tear it alive.

This time it was the kind of tearing alive in the real sense, not the kind that Tang Yuming wanted to do.

In the eyes of Yan Hong, a battle maniac, there is no difference between beauty and ugliness in women, as long as they can withstand the toss...

He licked his lips, his tone was tyrannical and cruel, and said, "Hehe, you are very good, worthy of my full strength, I can't wait to see the scene of your head being screwed off." ”

"Han Bing" pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "It's a pity that you can't even force a quarter of my skills." ”

"Quack... After I pull your tongue out, see if you can still be so sharp. ”

Yan Hong smiled strangely and hammered his fist into his heart, spraying a large mouthful of blood mist on the ghost head broadsword.

The blood beads seemed to be attached to the blade of the knife, and no half drop fell to the ground, and then gathered into a line on its own, outlining a hideous ghost head pattern.

The aura on Yan Hong's body began to rise wildly, and before he could deliberately use his strength, the true qi overflowed from several large acupoints, faintly condensing into a ghost's head, which was exactly the same as the pattern on the blade.

...

On the other side, the white-faced fox hurriedly communicated with Wei Xiao: "Yan Hong has lost his mind and gone crazy, can he even use the Blood Shadow Crazy Knife, how can he still leave a living mouth?"

Wei Xiao's eyes were deep, and he responded: "Wait and see, this woman's origin is mysterious, and even I can't see through her heels." It's better to let Yan Hong force out her true skills..."

...

"The guys I met recently, they all seem to love to play self-harm, and they shake M value Max..."

"Han Bing" shrugged his shoulders and couldn't help but complain.

Immediately, she frowned slightly and said to herself, "However, this looks like a shadow of the Demon Clan's exercises. ”

"It has a lot in common with the Blood Escape Dafa, and it is also guided by burning essence blood. But mine is used to escape, and they are used to improve their combat effectiveness..."

"In this way, am I not the ancestor of the Shake M..."

Yan Hong didn't know the psychological activities of "Han Bing", and he had already raised his momentum to the top during this interval.

He strode away, doubling in amplitude with each step, leaving a series of conspicuous potholes along the way.

Before the person arrives, the gas machine comes first.

Yan Hong's body was like a peak, pushing forward all the way, and everywhere he passed, there was a vacuum, and the stirring sound of air explosion was like a muffled thunder.

In just three breaths, Yan Hong had already crossed the distance of 100 meters from "Han Bing", and a demonic red light bloomed on the ghost head knife, and he immediately slashed at "Han Bing", as if he wanted to cut her in half.

"Damn, since you're playing the dance god, I'm too lazy to fight with you..."

"After all, this body is very delicate..."

"Although I'm usually used to hand-to-hand combat, I'm a cultivator with good roots..."

"Han Bing" carried the hands behind her and quietly formed three seals, and the next moment, her body shook and moved out more than ten meters horizontally with the Escape Technique.

"Bang".

The blow missed, and the knife fell to the ground, leaving a palm-wide ravine, bottomless, extending all the way forward.

"Damn! It's more violent, than eating that 'Spanish' fly powder!"

"Han Bing" saw his eyelids jumping, and secretly said that he had foresight, and with the strength of this body, he really didn't have the confidence to take this blow.

But she was not stunned, her legs stomped on the ground, feeling the trajectory of the leyline, and at the same time, the Baji fist pile had been completed.

However, this time the boxing pile is really awkward, after all, there are still some differences in the body structure between men and women.

Fortunately, Dingqiankun is a style, more important than the meaning but not the form, "Han Bing" handed out a punch, but he still barely played out the true meaning.

The sound of "banging" chains colliding one after another.

Eighty-one gray misty stone chains broke out of the ground, weaving a cage separating heaven and earth, sealing Yan Hong in it.

Eighty percent of the true meaning, with the help of the leyline energy, exerts twelve points of power, this is Qin Tian's new understanding after the knot, and the grade of Ding Qiankun has been raised to a higher level.

Yan Hong was trapped, and under the suppression of Dingqiankun Daoyun, his movements were blocked, but it was not enough to completely restrict his movements.

I saw several ghost-headed phantoms breaking out of the body, opening their bloody mouths, biting the stone chains, and he himself was even more ferocious, picking up the knife was a mess, and every time the knife was swung, it would break and shatter the chains.

In this way, in less than three breaths, he can completely get out of trouble.

However, this is enough for "Han Bing".

Her slender jade fingers are like a spirit butterfly fanning its wings, and in the blink of an eye, the eight handprints are formed, and the five internal organs in her body are boiling, fused into a statue of the eight-zhang thunder general who holds a nail in his left hand and a hammer in his hand, manifesting behind him.

Above his head, the rolling clouds overwhelmed the city, almost sticking to the ground, making everyone in the field involuntarily feel a sense of suffocation.

Although Qin Tian failed to condense the Five Elements Pill with the Great True Intent of the Five Elements, his understanding of the Five Thunder Tiangang still jumped a few steps under the bypass.

"Han Bing" slowly raised his hand, pointed at Yan Hong from afar, his red lips opened slightly, and he gently spit out a word: "E!"

...

Nine Heavens Away, a certain god sitting on a high position suddenly opened his eyes, his face was blurred, only a pair of eyes, bright as lightning, he said in an urn voice: "Allow!"

...

The next moment, a brilliant five-colored thunder light condensed like pulp and fell from the sky.