The illusory handprint and the heavenly divine fist intersected violently, although they were both ground-level martial arts, but the gap was seen as soon as they got started.

Chen Ban's face was still calm, without the slightest change, his hands were still calm, and his right arm was as straight as iron, and he never retreated half a minute under the big seal.

Compared with Chen Ban, Zhao Lan is a little miserable. There is already a gap in the cultivation between him and Chen Ban, although they are also ground-level techniques, but his comprehension of this technique is only on paper, how can it be compared with Chen Ban, a character who has practiced for decades and has been on the battlefield for half his life.

Moreover, Chen Ban swung out a punch, and the surging Yuan Force was even more surging like a sea, and compared with Zhao Lan's hasty spell, the difference was even more terrifying.

Zhao Lan's face was as pale as paper at this moment, the blood on it faded in an instant, and a mouthful of reverse blood couldn't help but spit out.

The red blood soaked on the armor on his chest, and the dazzling color made the soldiers in the field look horrified, their general, couldn't even the old man stop a punch?

More than a dozen voices rushed from the edge of the stone platform, and one of them hung down in front of him, the sound of gold and iron resounding endlessly, and the cold light reflected by the countless blades was completely reflected in this radius.

Zhao Lan took nearly ten steps back, even if he finally stabilized his body, his face did not recover for half a minute, the domineering fist had already invaded his internal organs, and between the real air rotations, a burst of heart-rending pain made the corners of his mouth twitch.

Those soldiers who came from a distance surrounded him, and the figures in armor formed a mysterious trajectory with the cold light, and they seemed to be one in a trance.

Chen Ban closed his fist and stood up, he didn't mean to chase for half a point, he didn't want to share life and death with Zhao Lan, this punch had already made him suffer a big loss, if he pursued it again, it would be a mortal enemy.

Moreover, those soldiers who stood in front of the two of them were not so easy to get along with, and these soldiers who only had the warrior realm naturally could not be Chen Ban's opponents, but they formed a battle formation, even if Chen Ban wanted to break through, it was not a simple matter.

The battle formation of the dynasty is famous all over the world, and many people return to the yuan with the breath of the formation, walking and jumping, as if they are one, and the vast yuan force is surging and circulating, and the whole body is moved.

The power of the tactics urged by these battle formations has increased by a hundredfold, and it is precisely with these battle formation methods of the dynasty that they have been able to protect the land of this extreme north land in the midst of countless demon tides.

Besides, Chen Ban didn't need to bother any more at all, not only Zhao Lan was tripped up here, but even the soldiers stationed around him were dragged here by him because of the attack on the main general, and the road over there was obviously a flat river for Han Ning.

Zhao Lan was holding on to a breath and suppressing the surging qi and blood on his body, and when he wanted to deal with Chen Ban's next offensive, he found that the old general actually put away a pair of iron fists, looking at the appearance of being so neat, he had no intention of attacking at all.

He was still a little puzzled, but after seeing these soldiers standing in front of him, his face changed in an instant.

Not good!

Turning his head suddenly, Zhao Lan saw a scene that made his eyes crack.

Facing the magic weapon long whip that was drawn, Han Ning's response was very simple, he just stretched out his left hand, and appeared in the place where the long whip fell, and then held it in the palm of his hand.

After taking down the left hand, only one hand of Han Ning was left supporting the tens of thousands of catties of wooden boxes at this time. That terrifying weight, even Han Ning, who felt the pressure with one hand support, had to use a True Yuan blessing on his arm.

The left hand that touched Huang Zhaohui's long whip was obviously a lot easier, and the yuan power contained in this magic weapon long whip was scattered by his palm when he just held it, and even an overwhelmed wail came from the long whip, as if even the spirituality of the magic weapon had been damaged a lot.

At this time, he was firmly held in the palm of his hand by Han Ning, and no matter how hard Huang Shizi on the opposite side exerted his strength, he couldn't pull it out.

This thin young man seemed to be an insurmountable mountain at this moment, giving Huang Zhaohui a feeling that he couldn't escape no matter what.

Now Huang Zhaohui even an idiot understands that he has been tricked, just looking at the layer of true yuan covered by Han Ning's right hand that has almost turned into substance, he can also know that the person in front of him is not only a martial artist, but also a martial artist with advanced cultivation.

True Yuan is condensed, this is the atmosphere that only a great martial artist can manifest, but this mysterious great martial artist was whipped by him motionless just now, although Huang Zhaohui is obedient, but he is not stupid.

This moment of fright even made the blood in his eyes dissipate a lot out of thin air.

The Great Martial Master, who can be the existence of the main general of one party, the person he just drawn, has such a cultivation!

Escape!

Huang Zhaohui didn't hesitate to let go of his right hand holding the long whip, he didn't even want this magic weapon that he usually regarded as his life, he just wanted to avoid this person now, the farther away the better.

But will he really be able to dodge?

Han Ning has been forced by him to reveal his identity, and if he lifts the last trace of cover in this county town, it means that he will face the pursuit of the entire city.

It had reached such a point, how could he let go of this guy who had been looking for trouble for him.

Huang Zhaohui's hand trembled suddenly, the long whip he wanted to shake off, but the hand stuck to his palm as if it had taken root, no matter how he shook it, he couldn't throw it away.

Looking intently, he saw a glowing black light emanating from his palm, this black light was not strong, but it was as pure as night.

This magic whip itself is black, and the luster revealed by Huang Zhaohui's urging with Yuan Force is also a dark color, but compared to this deep darkness, the dark light still lacks a pure charm after all.

It's as if the original chaotic rules have been sorted out and tidy, making people look very comfortable.

It's no wonder that there was a wail from this magic weapon just now, it turned out that it didn't just damage the spirituality in it, but it was also injected with Yuan Force by a second person in addition to the Dharma Master, how could it not be damaged? ?

This deep light is obviously Han Ning's power, and the Yuan Force in his body is also a dark color, which is a symbol of the killer's origin. Under the cover of this long whip, which is itself black, as long as you don't look at it intently, it is difficult to see anything unusual.

When Huang Zhaohui noticed it, this black divine light had already spread along this magic weapon long whip to his right hand. Although it seemed to him to shake off the whip, he had actually lost control of his fingers.