Zhang Han glanced at Zhu Ruolin with a satisfied smile and turned his gaze to Huang Ruofeng. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lan Ruotian sneered, and was about to bully him to come forward to fight, but was pulled by Huang Ruofeng beside him: "Fifth Senior Brother, you are not his opponent." ”

"Second Senior Brother .." Lan Ruotian suddenly froze.

Huang Ruofeng turned his face to Zhang Han, his face was gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency really wants to have a grudge with our Senluomen?"

Zhang Han smiled: "I'll talk about it if you can win." ”

Huang Ruofeng didn't say much, took a deep breath, the air around him rotated like ripples, his right hand slowly stretched out, and the rotating air condensed dozens of qi swords hovering in the air, like arrows full of strings and facing Zhang Han from afar.

The chilling sword aura and killing intent rushed to his face in an instant, and even the air around Zhang Han seemed to be expelled in an instant. This Huang Ruofeng's Dao mana seems to be much higher than Zhu Ruolin's, no wonder he can scare away all the dryad vines with a single move just now.

Gu Dong said worriedly: "Zhang Han, you have to be careful, this guy's sword technique seems to have won the true inheritance of Ling Qianshan." ”

Zhang Han sneered: "Even if Ling Qianshan personally makes a move today, Lao Tzu is not afraid, how many of his dog-legged apprentices are considered birds?"

Gu Dong was a little dumbfounded, "Stinky boy, you seem to have a lot of opinions about Sen Luomen, Ling Qianshan won't have a grudge against you, right?"

Zhang Han laughed and said: "What if there is a hatred? Who told him to bully Lao Tzu first?", before he finished speaking, Huang Ruofeng had already taken the lead, shouted violently, and hit the air with both palms, and dozens of qi swords suspended in the air roared towards Zhang Hanji like arrows from the string, as if lightning and stone fire, and it was in front of him in an instant, and the sharp sword seemed to be able to chop the entire space.

Zhang Han shook his fists with both hands, and his phaseless demonic power was ready to go, but he suddenly remembered that Chaos had warned him not to easily reveal his phaseless demonic power, so he temporarily changed his method of meeting the enemy, and his body turned over suddenly, and the invisible wings of the Hongjian technique opened suddenly, like a big peng floating in the air.

"What a handsome wind demon technique!" Huang Ruofeng shouted, his whole body was shocked, his mana increased sharply, his hands were dragged left and right like needles and threads, and the dozens of qi swords and swords that came from him were sheng, as if they had eyes, they bent in the air, and continued to chase Zhang Han like a shadow.

Zhang Han sneered, completely unafraid, while performing the Hongchuan Technique in a circle in mid-air, while urging the Breath Demon Technique, his palms were closed, and the Zhou Tian field was surrounded by the body, and a powerful airflow was formed outside his body to block the qi sword that was fired.

"Bo Bo Bo Bo .." , The flying air swords were guided out by Zhang Han with a Zhou weather field, and all of them were inserted into the steep mountain wall of the sloping valley, and dozens of huge stones were chopped by sharp blades like tofu, and they fell down one after another, frightening the beast demons watching below.

The figure folded again, like a piece of tissue paper, submerged into the cliff on the right, and then quietly flashed out of a corner of the mountain wall with a hidden demon technique, hiding Huang Ruofeng's eyes, bullying him closely, and hitting his right rib with a fist silently.

Bang! Zhang Han felt like his fist had hit a bulging ball, and although it hit, the force was not strong. Huang Ruofeng staggered back more than ten steps, but he didn't seem to be injured in any way, and his face was as usual.

Zhang Han was stunned for a moment, what kind of spell is this guy cultivating? This can't hurt him, it seems that the disciples of Senluomen are really a bit really talented.

Before the thought was over, Gu Dong was already shouting loudly in Zhang Han's chest: "I understand, he has practiced the 'leather body', stinky boy, unless you have a killing weapon as a weapon, it is not easy to hurt him." ”

Zhang Han said with a smile: "Yes, there is no killing weapon, Lao Tzu can poke him a few holes!"

Before Huang Ruofeng could catch his breath, he flew forward like a ghost, and his palms turned into two sharp knives halfway. , the knife light is as dense as continuous flowing water, cutting and chopping, coiling in the loop, and dozens of knives are cut in one breath, and the knife is deadly.

Although Lao Tzu's "Yijin Weapon Technique" cannot be used as a "killing weapon" yet, it is by no means uncomfortable to be next to each other! Zhang Han thought to himself.

Although Huang Ruofeng reacted very quickly, dodging and moving to avoid all the key points, he was still slashed two or three times by Zhang Han's serial hand knife, and the gray robe left several bloody cracks.

The last knife Zhang Han stabbed him in the shoulder, but Zhang Han felt that he had been stabbed into an empty shell, and there was no blood at all.

Zhang Han couldn't help frowning, damn, this kid is right!

Huang Ruofeng's face was pale, he stepped back suddenly, and with a wave of his sleeves, a huge cloth bag mouth volleyed towards Zhang Han, the yin wind suddenly rose, and the cold yin wind grabbed Zhang Han like an invisible big hand, and the huge suction force generated almost didn't suck him into the cloth bag on the spot.

Zhang Han was taken aback, turned his left palm into a hook, and inserted it into the ground in a "wave" to stabilize his fluttering figure.

Almost at the same time, Huang Ruofeng's huge cloth bag mouth conjured up a hideous gray and black ghost-headed demon face, and the black buildings surged with the devastating yin wind, and Zhang Han's surroundings suddenly turned into roaring ghosts, which made him upset, and he couldn't even think of a trick to deal with the enemy for a while.

His grandmother's, what kind of demon magic is this? Isn't Sen Luomen a famous family? How can he use these demonic spells? Zhang Han was anxious and angry.

"This is the 'Vientiane Senluo Bag', stinky boy, be careful, don't be fooled by its ghosts!"

Zhang Han closed his eyes, and the silver mole on his forehead couldn't see any difference between the changing ghosts in front of him. Strange, isn't this surnamed Huang an illusion spawned by the "Vientiane Senluo Bag"?

At the critical moment, Zhang Han's right palm secretly stored the demonic power of the phaseless, slapped the ground with one palm, and the smoke and dust from the "Divine Power of Things" suddenly turned into a native as his stand-in, and the native was sucked into the cloth bag by the whirring yin wind, and Huang Ruofeng's "Vientiane Senluo Bag" suction suddenly stagnated, Zhang Han took the opportunity to move, and his body was out of the huge bag mouth of the ghost shadow.

The Hongjian technique soared into the sky, straight into the air.

Huang Ruofeng on the ground sneered, his sleeves spread out like a hundred zhang long, and the overlapping cloth silk turned into an undulating ocean, covering the sky and rolling towards Zhang Han.

Gu Dong reminded Zhang Han loudly: "Stinky boy, it is said that Sen Luomen's 'Vientiane Sen Luo Bag' has the miraculous effect of paralyzing people and demons, it is best not to be stuck by it!"

Hehe, Lao Tzu suffered a loss, so he wouldn't be fooled so easily! Zhang Han sneered in his heart.

The volley flying figure turned upside down, avoiding the waves rolled in layers, and a claw volleyed a rock on the cliff, smashed it and turned into a stone man as a puppet to attract Huang Ruofeng's "Vientiane Senluo Bag", and the hidden demon unfolded, and the figure loomed, like a strange wind sneaking in from Huang Ruofeng's weakly defended flank.