"Xiao Jing!" Han Zhuo shouted, with the mentality of ending up together, he formed a black disc in his left and right hands, and slashed at Zhao Zhengyan.

The power of the Dark Vortex Light Slash is not much inferior to the Sword Light Slash, and even the evil qi is even better, only one is the Sixth Heaven of Qi Refining, the other is the Eighth Heaven, and it has also absorbed the power of several ancestors for thousands of years, and the sword light slash is endless, wave after wave, Han Zhuo swung out two shots, and Zhao Zhengyan flew over with six more shots.

Two dark whirlpools of light hovered quickly in the air, like two small dark whirlpools, whistling towards Zhao Zhengyan, mid-air, and the sword light slash was in contact.

One black and one red, one round and one blade, after the air exchanged, a strange wave of qi burst out.

The air seemed to be scorched by an invisible flame, and some of the scenes became ethereal.

But it was only for a moment, and soon it stretched out into a transparent curtain wall with the center of the intersection point, and then disappeared into nothingness.

Such a scene ended with the exchange of slashes in front and back, but there were still four sword light slashes behind, which were not affected in any way, and continued to slash towards Han Zhuo quickly.

At this time, Han Zhuo had no time to cast the dark vortex, so he had to exert his strength, jumped upward, and dodged the first two sword lights, but the last two came one after another, Han Zhuo couldn't dodge anymore, and turned sideways to avoid its edge, the two sword lights were still solid in his chest and waist, and blood gushed in an instant.

Zhao Zhengyan finally showed a satisfied expression and laughed: "What's the matter? You still want to fight me? ”

Only this time, Han Zhuo was seriously injured, the external injury was secondary, the dark source force in his body quickly closed the wound and stopped the bleeding, but the two sword lights were mixed with the surging qi waves, this is the power of the Eight Heavens of Qi refining, it is the concrete form of the conversion of aura into energy, under the impact of such qi waves, Han Zhuo felt that his internal organs had suffered a violent impact, and he finally couldn't help but take a bite of "wow" and spit out a large pool of blood.

Zhao Zhengyan was even more proud when he saw it, it was when he took advantage of the victory to pursue, he didn't take advantage of his tongue again, and sent more than a dozen sword light slashes one after another, wanting to kill Han Zhuo in one fell swoop.

Han Zhuo was not only injured internally at this time, but his physical strength was also seriously overdrawn, his left hand was supported on one knee and knelt on the ground, slowly raised his head, the blood on the corner of his mouth was still flowing non-stop, seeing that the dozen or so sword light slashes had already flown in front of him, Han Zhuo's right hand was lightly raised, and his five fingers were forced, and a dark whirlpool was summoned in front of him, and the dozen or so sword lights rushed directly into the black hole.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's not that easy to kill me. Han Zhuo gritted his teeth, staggered back to his feet, and looked at Zhao Zhengyan with a fierce face, "Come again." ”

Zhao Zhengyan was shocked and angry, his left and right hands waved continuously, and there were more than a dozen sword light slashes, Han Zhuo was a little unsteady on his feet, he still raised his hand, and summoned a dark whirlpool in front of him, but each time it was smaller and smaller.

More than a dozen sword light slashes were not aimed at Han Zhuo, and all of them greeted the dark whirlpool, each time more and more violent, and the last blow directly blew the black hole away, and Han Zhuo was swept backwards by the powerful impact force, and fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, even Zhao Zhengyan, who had been cultivated for thousands of years, began to pant, took a few steps forward, looked at Han Zhuo lying on the ground, and laughed a little crazy: "Hahahaha, come again, didn't you say to come again, don't be cowardly." ”

With a wave of his right hand, a sword light slashed towards Han Zhuo, and at this time, Han Zhuo no longer had any ability to resist, and he was hit solidly in the chest, and blood shot out like a fountain.

"Hahaha, don't you look like a person, aren't you high, come on. He raised his hand and prepared to slap again.

This time the earth suddenly trembled, Zhao Zhengyan was startled, and there were masters, looking around, only to see that in the direction of the Qingyan Arch, a rainbow suddenly rose, straight into the sky, hovering in a circle in the air, like a meteor shower outside the sky, and like colorful stars.

"What's that?" Zhao Zhengyan was stunned as he saw the wonders in the sky, and his intuition made him a little uneasy.

"That's taking your dog's life. Han Zhuo struggled to stand up again, clutching his chest, his tone cold.

Zhao Zhengyan was furious: "When death is on the verge of death, you still have a hard mouth." "This time, he gathered the aura of his whole body in his right hand and unleashed the last most powerful sword light slash to completely finish off Han Zhuo.

It's just that before he could swing it out, the rainbow in mid-air was like a long snake flying, falling rapidly, this time Zhao Zhengyan finally saw that it was actually a flying sword emitting various colors of light, connected in a line, no less than hundreds of thousands, connected from end to end, like a rainbow in the air.

Seeing that the target of those flying swords was himself, in a hurry, the sword light slash that made the strength of milk had to be slashed towards those flying swords.

However, there were too many opponents, and they only blocked the speed of flying, Zhao Zheng shouted, wanting to wave his hand again, but he never had time, no matter how fast he waved his hand, how could he compare to those flying swords?

In an instant, Zhao Zhengyan was surrounded by flying swords, or stabbed or chopped, or cut or cut, some passed through the chest, and some cut through the skin, Zhao Zhengyan under the continuous killing of these thousands of flying swords, even if he had thousands of years of skill, he couldn't offset it, and finally died by a thousand knives.

The three ancestors of Zhao Yuanlang, Zhao Zhenghe, and Zhao Yuanfu in the distance watched all this, but they couldn't do anything, they already knew that their skills were not good, and they sighed helplessly and sat on the ground.

Han Zhuo took a deep breath, still a little unsteady on his feet, and slowly walked over from the Qingyan Arch a handsome young man with a slight smile on his face, but there was a mature man's old-fashioned spirit in his eyes.

"Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I'm late. The man hurriedly ran over and hugged Han Zhuo, his tone unexpectedly full of guilt.

Han Zhuo chuckled lightly and patted him on the shoulder: "It's late, it's a little late, fortunately, it's timely enough, how about Boss Chu, and finally understand the mystery of Sword Return?"

This person is Chu Qiang, with an excited smile on his face, he replied: "Mr. Han forgot, Chu Qiang has long understood the meaning of the sword, but his cultivation is not enough, he can't lift the one thousand and sixty-three wild immortal flying swords, and he stayed in the Thousand Sword Shrine to practice, and by the way, he waited for everyone, but he waited for several months, and there was no news of you. ”

"Oh......" Of course Han Zhuo knew such a thing, but he was still a little frightened, Chu Qiang had waited for a few months, which meant that he had been fighting with Zhao Zhengyan for a long time here.

Han Zhuo was anxious to see Lu Qiujing's injury, and he didn't have time to continue the old one, so he hurriedly asked Chu Qiang to help him walk towards the place where Lu Qiujing had just fallen.