"Catch him, back then, the ancestor of my Sword Sect was slapped behind his back and robbed of the treasures, and even the sword spectrum of the highest level of the Sword Sect, one sword turned into nine, was also stolen. The young master of the Sword Sect was furious.

"I remember that not long ago, Han Bing once performed a sword technique that turned into nine!" "The young master of the Sword Sect turned pale.

"Kill, kill this yin man. ”

"Hanbing, you will pit me, I am in the Misty Mountain, and there are also elders who participated in the battle for the ruins of the Great Wilderness Ancient Plains, and in the end, I was also photographed with a dog blood spray. Li Moying looked at Han Bing, revealing a faint doubt.

"It's not me, don't wronged good people. "Hanbing's voice.

"Isn't it interesting? If you want to do it, hurry up, what are you talking about?" Aoxue Immortal Zun's temperament is clear and cold, like a Guanghan fairy in the dust, with only a few simple words, slightly contemptuous.

"It's very meaningful, the deity said that if you want to let go of those people in two moves, you will naturally fulfill your promise. "Hate the sky with a smile.

This gesture made everyone angry.

Just to make a promise?

A group of people have the urge to stew the sky low.

There is no doubt that if Han Bing chose to break through, he would have a certain chance of success just now, but he didn't do that, but chose to toss the young master of the Sword Sect.

Is this a provocation to everyone?

In the distance, the colored soul power in Aoxue Immortal Venerable's eyes flowed, and she realized that something big was going to happen.

She felt that Han Bing was deliberately tugging at everyone's heartstrings, stirring up the emotions of those people, and following his rhythm, he was definitely gathering momentum, and he wanted to amplify his moves at all.

Obviously, many people were angered by the Han soldiers, while some people and others were very calm, did not change their original intentions, and locked up the Han soldiers.

In general, these people wanted to kill him even more, and pressed forward.

And the Han soldiers are going backwards.

"You're killing us with your mouth, wait for you!" shouted the people of the Netherworld.

A group of people are surging with murderous intent!

"Bloodbath, as you wish!" said Hanbing calmly.

Everyone was on guard, and some people were directly bombarded to prevent any accidents.

Han Bing turned into a beam of light and slid along an inexplicable trajectory, dodging the blasting soul force while he watched the terrain.

"Lift up your eyes, the wasteland is full of blood, as you wish!" the soldier shouted.

"Huh?"

When everyone was jealous and suspicious, they found that the magic technique sent by Han Bing was not so terrifying.

"Here, it's almost impossible to use the formation, everyone, rely on the soul power to suppress him. A quasi-spirit shouted.

Bang!

Han soldiers duel with others, blasting a genius upside down, gulping "coughing up blood", which is transformed by soul power, which is more serious than real blood gushing and gushing.

"Kill!" the soldier yelled, then stretched his arms, and drew a mysterious trajectory, making everyone awe-inspired, thinking that the real big killing move was about to appear, and the result was ...... He ran away decisively.

Moreover, he was shouting to Li Moying: "The wind is tight,!"

Everyone wants to strangle him, is this really thunder and rain, and he is teasing everyone again like last time?

Again and again, is it tolerable or unbearable!

"I'm leaving, I want to stab this yellow-haired bald man to death!" Li Moying shouted in the distance.

At this time, Shi Hong didn't make a move, because after his younger brother Shi Wu could move, he went crazy and strongly demanded that he kill Li Moying, otherwise he couldn't stand it.

At this time, when Shi Wu heard Li Moying's obscene deliberate mention of the word stab, and compared him with the golden soul knife, he immediately jumped like thunder and killed him frantically.

"Run away, the army of cultivators we are waiting for has not come, so we can only run!" Han Bing shouted.

When everyone heard this, they were immediately angry, they were really bluffing, and they dared to pluck their heartstrings so recklessly, they should be punished!

Whoosh ......

A group of people slaughtered, except for the two people of the Buddha clan, almost all of them rushed towards the Han soldiers, and more than a hundred cultivators were furious, and they went all out, and their soul power was intertwined, shattering the earth in front of them.

In the distance, Ao Xue Xianzun's face was solemn, and sure enough, as she expected, Han Bing either wanted to escape, or to magnify his moves, and now it seemed to be the former.

"Hanbing, you are looking for death!" The young master of the Sword Sect roared in the rear with an icy killing machine, he was hit hard, and now he swore to kill the other party.

Airplanes!

The Taoist Buddha double cultivation of Shi Hong directly used the killer weapon, opened his mouth, spit out a wisp of gas, and then, this qi was divided into three, this is the terrifying magic skill of the Taoist clan, taking the true meaning of "Tao gives birth to one, three gives birth to all things".

In an instant, three wisps of qi glowed, turning into a dazzling lightsaber, and then erupted again, turning into hundreds of paths, and the soul sword sword was terrifying, dense, and flew towards the Han soldiers.

It's a miracle!

Han Bing moved his body extremely quickly, stepped on the red lotus, moved rapidly, and one after another afterimages floated through the void, this kind of magic technique, like a phantom, constantly changed direction, but the pale green bell was still pierced by the lightsaber when the roar.

It is conceivable that if there was no pale green bell defense, he would definitely be injured by Shi Hong's divine skill.

Of course, the main reason was that there were too many opponents, and more than a hundred cultivators attacked at the same time to hunt him alone, which was simply an unstoppable torrent of soul energy.

Hanbing's body seemed to be burning, and the yang energy was rolling, constantly changing his position, running on the wasteland, causing the place he passed to continue to explode, the wasteland sank, and the rocks collapsed.

"Qian donkey skills are poor, you are playing cheap again, you will run away again?" the young master of the Sword Sect laughed and chased after him.

So many people attacked, causing Han Bing to be injured, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, his body staggered several times, and he was almost completely killed by the colorful soul power intertwined by everyone many times.

Many people's eyes were hot, staring at the pale green bell of the Han soldiers, this was really a great soul weapon, it was really amazing, they were sure that if it were not for this bell to protect the body, the Han soldiers would have been killed long ago.

Hanbing spilled blood all the way and suffered heavy injuries.

Boom! Aoxue Immortal Venerable killed, fist light, obviously a graceful and beautiful woman, elegant as a fairy, but now she is so domineering and powerful.

The light of her fist, the people around the cover, all dimmed, and the spiritual energy was not comparable to it at all.

Han Bing's face changed, and he quickly avoided it, and then the ground exploded with a bang, and an abyss appeared, and a large black evil qi rose from the ground, and a burial pit appeared.

"Town!"

Shi Hong snorted lightly, shining between his palms and fingers, and used secret techniques to bombard and kill the soldiers.

With a whoosh, the Han soldiers avoided again, but the attacks of the others came like raindrops, and his pale green bell rang non-stop, and the Han soldiers were shocked and coughed up blood, which was the soul power flowing, and the whole person flew sideways.

"It turns out that you are really bluffing, then die, the so-called Monarch Pavilion Monarch will be removed today!" A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the Sword Sect's young master's mouth.

The people of the Netherworld Palace laughed even more, feeling extremely happy, and said: "Haha, but so, I thought you could really defy the sky, who do you think you dare to provoke the heirs of our top sects!"

"Hanbing, who do you think you are, and you dare to make waves in this world?" The people of the Temple of Death were also ridiculed, with a cold smile on their faces, and said: "Hanbing is not an immortal realm here, you won't occupy an absolute geographical advantage here, go on, blow him up!"

At this time, the soldiers did not say a word, and they were desperately fleeing, from one place to another, leaving this wasteland full of devastation.

"I said, Han Bing, are you okay?" Ouyang Feng shouted, a little anxious, he had already killed him, he was afraid that Han Bing would die here, after all, he joined forces with Han Bing, and he was also the target of everyone's attack.

"Let's go, follow the path I pointed you out, and retreat quickly!" Han Bing was secretly transmitting this time, extremely serious, beckoning him to act immediately.

At this time, not only did Shi Hong chase down, but he wanted to fight to the end with the hatred of the sky, but that Shi Wu also came.

Seeing this, Hanbing yelled at them: "Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!"

Even if Shi Hong looks solemn, his face can't help but twitch now, how can this Han soldier hack the six-character mantra of the Buddha clan?

He directly put into action and participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Han soldiers.

The unique Buddha light of the Buddha makes him look like a sage in the world, but now he is indifferent and resolute, and the Buddha Mahamudra explodes here, and the sonic boom is deafening.

The pressure of the soldiers skyrocketed, and he would die almost at any time!

However, at this time, his eyes were shining with astonishing brilliance, and he whispered: "This time it's okay, as you wish, bloodbath!"

He disappeared from his place.

This surprised everyone, and then, they found that the formation where he was standing just now flickered, and there was a strange pattern, which was...... Formation!

"The feast begins!" In the distance, Han Bing shouted.

With a bang, as his eyebrows continued to glow, banging on the ground, this area suddenly brightened, the earth was moving, rumbling, and the ground was densely packed with brilliant picture marks, which lit up for a while, like burning.

"Retreat!"

The young master of the Sword Sect was frightened and quickly rose into the sky.

In fact, Shi Wu, Shi Hong, and Ao Xue Xianzun reacted faster than the other, and they all fled as quickly as possible, and they had a premonition that something was wrong.

Those traces on the ground are all areas they once passed by, they were all battlefields, and they were constantly bombarded, and now there are all kinds of formation traces, forming formations?

They vaguely felt that the soldiers were using their soul energy just now to carry out terrifying "carving" and "irrigation" in this area!

In fact, it is true that Han Bing took the risk of plucking everyone's heartstrings again and again, provoking them to chase and kill, according to his rhythm, just to take advantage of the chaos and use their energy to carve and activate the formation in this area.

"Run!" many people shouted!

However, the real danger is not on the ground, and even if they take to the air and react quickly, it is a little late.

Click!

In the distance, those blood-colored peaks glowed, and terrifying blood-colored lightning flew out one after another, slashing towards this side, and the kind of electric light was too terrifying.

With a snap, several people immediately exploded under the red lightning, directly turning into divine particles, and those who died in this world could no longer die.

The electric light that flew down from the blood-colored mountain peak, even the silver tyrannosaurus at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm couldn't stand it, and it was severely injured, let alone them.

At this moment, everyone showed a look of despair.