And Chen Ziang, who was caught in a fantasy world, was in a moment of crisis. The white light mask has been continuously beaten by the cold for half an hour. Even if the white mask is strong in defense, it is obviously unable to withstand such a wanton bombardment. In less than a moment, the white light mask suddenly trembled, and the next moment, a sound like broken glass came out.

Suddenly hearing such a voice, Chen Ziang's face changed. The body hurriedly used the last strength of the black cold sword through the light mask, and retreated to the side. After the body stabilized, the white light mask also suddenly shattered, turning into light and shadow and dissipating invisible. At this time, the light rainbow sword in Chen Ziang's hand also suddenly groaned and trembled.

Seeing this, Chen Ziang couldn't help but hold the Qinghong Sword tightly, and after it stopped trembling, he looked at Wu Han with a cautious expression. After half an hour of blowing, Wu Han also showed a little anger. When he saw the white light mask shattered, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Your talisman has been broken, see how you can save your life." Hearing this, Chen Ziang's face became extremely ugly, with a cautious expression, holding a light rainbow sword in his hand, facing Wu Han, quietly moving. Although Chen Ziang knew that he was not Wu Han's opponent, it was not Chen Ziang's style to surrender without a fight.

Even without the protection of the white mask, Chen Ziang will fight to the end.

Seeing Chen Ziang in such a state, the cold light in Wu Han's eyes appeared slightly, and he didn't say much, he pointed at the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and the three-foot Qingfeng was lightly snorted, and there was a shadow in the sword, and in an instant, it disappeared from Chen Ziang's eyes. The next moment, carrying a rolling sword momentum, appeared above Chen Ziang's head. At Chen Ziang, it was slashed with a sword. Facing the mighty momentum of the three-foot Qingfeng, although Chen Ziang knew that his resistance was futile, he still held the light rainbow sword tightly. hurriedly greeted the three-foot Qingfeng.

only heard the sound of a "boom" sword strike, followed by Chen Ziang's scream, and his body flew backwards like catkins. He even shot several bloody arrows in the air, hitting countless trees on the way. "Step", "step", "step", after the sound, Chen Ziang barely stabilized his body, his chest was painful, his face was slightly pale, obviously under the sword of the three-foot Qingfeng, Chen Ziang was already injured. Although Chen Ziang has experienced several attacks from Wu Han, Wu Han's attacks are not so easy to receive, and this time it is the same. Before Chen Ziang could stabilize his figure, the three-foot Qingfeng, suddenly carrying a deep aura of destruction, slashed away at Chen Ziang. On the way, it was accompanied by the phantom of thunder and lightning. Seeing this, Chen Ziang showed a cautious look on his face, and his steps quickly retreated, so as to delay the time for the three-foot Qingfeng to slash Chen Ziang, and at the same time, the mana in his hand was urged against the light rainbow sword. The light rainbow sword suddenly bloomed, and as soon as the sword body was closed, it broke away from Chen Ziang's hands.

Seeing this, Chen Ziang hurriedly played several magic duels against the Qinghong Sword, and at the same time, his anger sank into the dantian, and as soon as he moved, he spit out a mouthful of essence blood from his mouth. Looking at the bright red essence blood suspended in front of him, Chen Ziang didn't dare to slack off, and pointed at the essence blood in his hand again and again, and the blood trembled, and then turned into a red mang, and did not go towards the light rainbow sword. The light rainbow sword that inhaled the essence blood suddenly exuded a cheerful sword swordsman, and it sucked all the essence blood into it. After a while, the entire light rainbow sword, the sword body also turned red, and at the same time, a violent aura emanated from the light rainbow sword body. Looking at the three-foot Qingfeng who was already close in front of him, Chen Ziang didn't dare to delay, and pointed at the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand. The light rainbow sword slammed and disappeared from the spot. Seeing that the three-foot Qingfeng was about to fall between Chen Ziang's eyebrows, at this moment, the violent aura flashed. The next moment, a sword clattered sounded, accompanied by the sound of fine iron clashing. The three-foot Qingfeng was slashed by Chen Ziang's light rainbow sword, and deviated from the original trajectory with a sword, and brushed past Chen Ziang's ear. With wisps of blood. Sensing the warmth of his ears, Chen Ziang touched his ears with his hand, and a trace of blood appeared in Chen Ziang's hand. The light rainbow sword that sucked the essence blood from Chen Ziang's body was obviously much more powerful. Although it can't be compared with the three-foot blue edge, it can barely stop the attack pace of the three-foot green edge. Under the attack of the three-foot Qingfeng, the light rainbow sword retreated one after another, but barely blocked the further damage of the three-foot Qingfeng.

Seeing this, Chen Ziang's heart was slightly relieved, but he didn't dare to slack off. Hurriedly grasped it in his hand, and the wind and fire fan that had originally changed into a battle armor covering Chen Ziang's body suddenly appeared in Chen Ziang's hand. A finger in his hand at the wind and fire fan, and a smack in his mouth. The wind and fire fan trembled, and the flames in the fan lit up. Several flame blue birds flew out of it, and one of them spread their wings, and attacked towards the three-foot blue front.

Originally, under the attack of the three-foot blue blade, the light rainbow sword that was defeated and retreated was formed, but with the help of the flame blue bird, the formation was stable, and it barely resisted the attack of the three-foot green blade. Seeing Chen Ziang, who was barely resisting under his three-foot Qingfeng, Wu Han said with a hint of indifference: "I didn't expect you to have some strength, but if it's just like this, I'm afraid it's still not good." Listening to Wu Han's words, Chen Ziang's heart was slightly cold. In such a situation, Chen Ziang has exhausted his hole cards, where is there any extra tricks, thinking of these, Chen Ziang is finally unwilling to say anything. Seeing that Chen Ziang didn't reply, Wu Han said in a voice: "A puppet dares to be strong in front of this young master, I really don't know how to write the word dead." "You're just like that, if you want my Chen Ziang's life, you have to pay the price", Chen Ziang heard this, his face was slightly cold. "Looking for death, I want to see how hard your mouth is", with a sneer, Wu Leng said coldly. When Chen Ziang heard this, he also knew that he had nothing to say, so he kept silent, and commanded the Flame Blue Bird and the Light Rainbow Sword with his head bored, barely blocking the three-foot Qingfeng without being defeated. Seeing that Chen Ziang didn't reply, Wu Han's face was slightly cold, and he snorted coldly and said, "Today, I will let you see how powerful Young Master Ben is."

After speaking, he saw a finger in Wu Han's hand, and the three-foot Qingfeng Sword, which was originally entangled with the Flame Blue Bird and the Light Rainbow Sword, suddenly flashed with a burst of light, and it exuded a strong might. And a flash, appeared in the sky above the light rainbow sword, and it was a fierce slash at the light rainbow sword. Hearing only a sword scream, and then a wailing voice, the light rainbow sword passed away and turned back into Chen Ziang's hand. Just after the light rainbow sword wailed, the three-foot green blade suddenly rose and fell, and slashed at the flame blue bird one after another, and for a while, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, spreading all over the four directions.

Although the Flame Blue Bird continued to toss and turn, how could it hide so much sword qi, after a careless moment, a burst of lamentation passed, and it was cut into invisibility by the sword qi of the three-foot Qingfeng. Seeing this, Chen Ziang's face turned cold, and he hurriedly retreated and left, but where was the speed of the three-foot Qingfeng. A few flashes fell, and they slashed at Chen Ziang's body. Seeing this, Chen Ziang hurriedly twisted his body and skimmed to the side. At the same time, the body tries its best to avoid the vital parts of the body. Suddenly, a scream came out of Chen Ziang's mouth, the sword rose and fell, and Chen Ziang's already injured left hand, before he could react, was slashed down by the three-foot Qingfeng sword, turned into a bloody ball, and fell from Chen Ziang's body. Before Chen Ziang, whose face was pale, could breathe a sigh of relief, the three-foot Qingfeng suddenly reversed, and then slashed at Chen Ziang with a sword.

Looking at the three-foot Qingfeng that was cut again, Chen Ziang endured the pain of his broken arm, took a deep breath, his body twisted extremely, and at the same time, a donkey rolled and rolled to the side. Although he avoided the vital attack of the three-foot blue blade, it was obvious that the three-foot blue blade was not so easy to dodge. A large sword cut passed past Chen Ziang's heart. Enduring the pain in his body, Chen Ziang barely supported his body and stood up again. At this time, Chen Ziang was obviously injured, bloodstained, and no longer human. A severed arm lay quietly in the grass not far away, and at the same time, because of the severed arm, the wound was bleeding profusely. But obviously, Chen Ziang didn't have the time to pay attention to these. I saw that the three-foot Qingfeng who had just passed through suddenly turned back and slashed away at Chen Ziang. On the way, there was an aura of destruction, which made Chen Ziang's heart tremble.

And the bracelet that holds the three-foot Qingfeng is also a burst of ups and downs. In the end, with a sigh, he turned into his original form and appeared in Yan's gentle hand. And with a move in Wu Han's hand, the three-foot Qingfeng was taken into Wu Han's hands, looking at Chen Ziang, who was leaning together in front of him, and Yan was gentle. The anger in Wu Han's heart can be known when he thinks about it, especially when he thinks that his appointed woman was surrendered by Chen Ziang, a turtle, Wu Han's face is a little unbearable.

Qiang controlled the anger in his heart, and Wu Han looked at Yan lightly deeply. He said deeply: "Yan Qingrou, do you really want to be my enemy for such a poor son." "Wu Han, Chen Ziang and I really love each other, and I hope that Wu Han can fulfill us", a trace of tears flowed down Yan's soft cheeks, and his voice was a little choked. "It's ridiculous, just by him, he is also worthy, there are so many talented and talented, you don't choose, why choose a poor son, isn't it slapping me in the face? "Anyway, my heart is already Brother Chen's, and there will never be anyone else in this life" With a hint of angry crying, Yan said softly and almost roared. Hearing this, Wu Han's face was angry, but he still held back the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "Yan Qingrou, I don't understand anything, I am also for your good, this kind of person, how can I match you, when the time comes, you will understand how stupid your choice is now, and only I, Wu Han, can match you."