[Thank you to me if the sky dances brother]

In Lang Wen's opinion, it's okay to kill this guy first.

Just as he was planning, Nameless took two large sips of wine:

"It's not fun to bully too many people, I, Hiccup, I'll help you contain the two. “

As he spoke, he held a blue long sword, and when he came up, he fought with Wuxi and Yuan Bing.

Everyone didn't expect that Nameless would be so strong, one sword move after another pressed the two of them, and they could even drink two sips of wine while fighting, and the drunken appearance was fascinating.

The Great Elder of the Wind and Snow Pavilion got his wish this time and fought with Dong Chen, and the two forces fought again.

But in terms of momentum, the tigers and tigers of Tianxia Mountain are full of wind, and because of the heavy losses on the side of Fengxue Pavilion, they are quite cautious at this time, and they are afraid of their hands and feet, and they have been defeated and retreated.

It seems that this battle has become a battle between several people in the Kunxu Realm and Zhang Hanyang's side, and whoever wins can decide the victory or loss of the entire battle.

Zhang Han stepped in the air, seemingly slowly, but in fact he quickly walked towards the South Thirteen.

A hundred meters away on the left, Lang Fan and the Sinan City Lord were already fighting.

Just after three moves, Lang Fan felt aggrieved.

In normal times, in the Kunlun Immortal Realm, you can stab the other party to death with one move, but now, you can't break that layer of skin.

So he gave Nan Thirteen a look.

"Up!"

Whoosh!

Nan Thirteen used the bright moon pupil again, and this time he went all out, and the two pillars of light were almost as thick as an adult man's waist.

Zhang Han slapped his right hand, and the pure spiritual power exerted a layer of protection, constantly consuming the power of the bright moon pupil.

can be a second.

Bang!

Lang Fan, who was in front of Sinan, came behind Zhang Han with a strange figure, and stabbed down on Zhang Han's back with a short blade.

"I can't break through the defense of that guy, but you Zhang Hanyang, give me death!"

Lang Fan believed in his speed and could stab this sword before Zhang Han could react.

The secret techniques he has performed have brought him a lot of combat exploits, and it is not a problem for a mere worldly Zhang Hanyang.

His short blade is not just a sharp weapon, it is refined by soaking in the poison of nine lives for thirty years, but if it is stained with a trace, even the golden pill will die.

This point, Nan Thirteen is also clear, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not perform a move, watching the excitement, or appreciating the moment Zhang Hanyang died.

There is no doubt that making Nan Thirteen have such an expectant expression is enough to prove the strength of the other party.

The weak do not get the emotions of the strong.

"Little man!"

Dong Chen's pupils shrank.

Zhang Guangyou's face changed greatly.

I didn't expect that Lang Fan's offensive to be so fierce, this sword stabbed down, what would happen to that Zhang Han?

Everyone knows in their hearts that being stabbed by such a strong person is basically a fall.

"Master!"

Zhao Feng's heartbeat seemed to have stopped, and a feeling of suffocation came to his face.

Mu Xue, Mu Zhangmen, Jiang Yanlan, Jiang Zhangmen, Illusion Demon Sect Leader, Shi Fenghou, Night Sky Wolf, tens of thousands of people around.

Almost all eyes were on Zhang Han.

Looking at the short blade that emitted a ghostly light, it slowly fell.

Could it be that Zhang Hanyang, who had just returned and almost turned the tide of the battle, was going to die under this sword?

Under a lot of nervous gaze.

Time seems to slow down.

It's close!

It's closer!

The short blade is only ten centimeters away from Zhang Han!

At this time, Zhang Han slowly turned around, but his speed could not catch up with the fall of the short blade.

It's too late!

Everyone held their breath, and even at this moment, there was absolute silence on the entire battlefield.

No one was making a move, they were all staring at the scene above.

Finally, when the short blade came, Zhang Han turned around.

His expression remained unfazed.

But the short blade was already close to his chest.

Facing this sword, Zhang Han stretched forward with his left hand, as if he wanted to hold the opponent's short blade, and clenched his right hand into a fist.

"Die!"

The smile on the corner of Lang Fan's mouth just hanged.

Clang!

Short blade stabs.

In an instant, a metallic sound echoed throughout the heavens and the earth, as if two sharp blades were touching each other.

Brush!

Lanvin's smile froze.

"It can't be!"

His pupils narrowed dramatically.

It is very clear that the short blade that won the prestige for himself did not even pierce the skin of the other party?

How is this possible!

The dragon scale man before, the defense is just a treasure.

But this cold sun in front of him, just the skin blocks his short blade?

Why?

He was suddenly a little confused.

Nan Thirteen, Yuan Bing, and Wuxi, their faces became exaggerated, and many people present could see that their expressions were a little shocked.

"Maybe you're a true cultivator, and you can hurt me. ”

Zhang Han said this flatly, and his left hand suddenly grasped the opponent's short blade.

"It's a pity that you're not even a golden pill now. ”

Click, click!

I saw Zhang Han holding his left hand, and the other party's short blade made a sound of jumping.

"You, you!"

Lang Fan's face changed greatly: "You are a master of physical cultivation?"

His heart was filled with anger.

Physical cultivation is not only a waste of resources, but it is not without physical cultivation in the Kunlun Immortal Realm, but the exercises that can be cultivated are not so high-end and comprehensive, and the other party's cold yang can even use his own killing moves to resist with his physical body.

Holding his own short blade in one hand, I dare not imagine.

"Shocked?"

Zhang Han suddenly leaked a smile.

Groov!

Lang Fan felt the crisis of life and death in an instant, and his body wanted to retreat quickly.

But Zhang Han's right fist had already fallen.

"Heavenly Demon Fist. ”

Zhang Hanxiu's second level, the Heavenly Demon Body, plus the Heavenly Demon Skin, the defense has already shown its power.

Cultivated the Divine Power Heavenly Demon Fist.

When Zhang Han learned about the supernatural power, he was a little surprised, the Heavenly Demon Fist is a melee supernatural power, and the closer the distance, the stronger the power.

The powerful person who created the Immortal Demon King Gong can no one fight with him in close combat, only to avoid his edge.

It was also a while when Zhang Han fused his understanding of immortal cultivation and completely mastered the Heavenly Demon Fist.

Now for the first time......

Even Lang Fan didn't have time to think, and wanted to cast a spell just now to dodge.

Suddenly, he found that the black mang on Zhang Han's right fist directly suppressed his spell.

Break ten thousand laws with one punch!

"Help me!"

Lang Fan is full of combat experience, roaring in shock, countless spiritual powers operate in the cortex, to defend head-on, as long as he blocks the opponent's move, it doesn't matter if he is seriously injured, because he still has teammates.

Nan Thirteen was also startled, and Mingyue Hitomi reappeared.

But the speed is simply too late.

Bang!

When a punch fell, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, as if at this moment, the heavens and the earth were dark.

Bang!

Zhang Han's fist landed on Lang Fan's chest.

At this moment, Zhang Han's eyes flashed black, and there was black mist around his body.

It's like a generation of demon kings coming out.

And Lang Fan in front of him, this powerhouse in the Kunlun Immortal Realm.

The entire body was filled with a layer of pale black light, which then fell apart, turning into a wisp of smoke and slowly dissipating.

Langfan, pawn!

This scene frightened too many people.

"Zhang, Zhang Hanyang, he is the devil, the devil!"

The head of the Illusory Demon Sect almost went crazy: "Last time, he couldn't kill the peak of Tiancheng, but now he can...... He's a devil! Run, run, run, run!"

Even the people in the Kunlun Immortal Realm were killed by him, who could stop him?

The head of the Illusory Demon Sect turned pale with fright, and he was about to flee without saying a word.

But Zhang Han paid attention to them.

"You want to run away in front of me?"

Sou!

Zhang Han's figure flashed, and the speed was exaggerated, which made Shi Fenghou a little frightened.

It seems to be about the same as my peak speed, too fast

Finish.

Before the head of the Phantom Demon Sect could react, he saw Zhang Han in front of him and dropped a punch.

Bang!

The defense of the head of the Illusory Demon Sect was like paper, breaking it at the touch of a button.

The whole person was smashed to pieces.

"It's time for the battle to come to an end. ”

Zhang Han looked at several people around him.

The head of the seven sects of the Ten Tiger Gate and the Wuji Gate.

was targeted by Zhang Han.

As soon as the body moved, one punch killed one person.

Bang bang.......

Tens of thousands of people were stunned.

Mu Xue's expression was full of worship:

"I've already said that Shizun is a great demon king! Look! He's powerful, and everyone is going to die! Blood is flowing like a river, and the mountains are ......full of corpses and bones."

The picture she saw appeared in Mu Xue's mind.

There are so many bones, I am afraid that tens of thousands of people present are all dead, less than one percent.

O Great Demon King!

The Great Demon King through and through!

Master Mu's face was stiff, and he was a little overwhelmed:

This kid is so violent, my God, no wonder my daughter wants to remove the word "name" and become a disciple of such people, it's just that the old man also wants to apprentice.

Zhang Guangyou's eyes were bright, and there was even a faint trace of tears.

Son, it's really good, it's amazing, it's really amazing......

Dong Chen, the Third Elder, the Great Elder, Ji Wushuang, Lei Tiannan, Jiang Yanlan, Zhao Feng, etc., almost everyone, all stood in place, looking up at Zhang Han's massacre.

Strong!

suppressed the whole audience, and no one could match it.

And those people in the Wind and Snow Pavilion were terrified.

Looking at Zhang Han's invincible might, how could he still want to continue fighting.

People are in turmoil, and they all want to escape.

Eventually, the first man turned and fled.

Second, third...... The hundredth ......

The crowd was uncontrollable.

"Kill!"

Seeing this, Dong Chen shouted loudly, and the people of Tianxia Mountain immediately chased and killed.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, and it was only a dozen seconds since Zhang Han bombarded and killed Lang Fan.

Nan Thirteen's face turned slightly pale:

"You're ...... Let's all work together to kill him!"

Nan Thirteen also felt incredible, but in such a situation, he could only try to kill Zhang Han, otherwise he could only escape.

"How to cooperate?"

Wuxi and Yuan Bing were entangled by Nameless and couldn't get out.

It was Si Nan, the lord of Dragon Scale City, who looked left and right, and finally ran to the back of Nan Thirteen to prevent him from escaping.

Nan Thirteen's face was ugly when he saw this, and when he was about to say something, Zhang Han had already flown quickly.

"If you want to kill me, you're not enough!"

Nan Thirteen said coldly, and Mingyue Pupil came out again.

But Zhang Han ignored his attack and came to the front very quickly.

This time, Nan Thirteen was on guard and did not get close to him.

But Zhang Han's magical powers are not just one.

Lean forward with your left hand.

Broken empty-handed!

Buzz!

The space around him was trembling, and Nan Thirteen's speed was slow and uncomfortable, and he turned his head to look at Zhang Han.

Coming at him was a magical punch!

"Zhang, Han, Yang!"

Nan Thirteen raised his head to the sky and roared, and a ring appeared in his right hand, encircling his body.

Bang!

Blocked the punch.

But Zhang Han's next punch has already come.

Bang bang......

Five punches were thrown down in succession, and the ring 'clicked' and cracks appeared.

In the sixth punch, the ring shatters.

Then, Zhang Han landed the seventh punch.

"No! No! Zhang Hanyang! No, I'm ......"

In the South Thirteen, the frightened roar came to an abrupt end.

Lang Fan, South Thirteen, Fall!

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