The explosion stopped in an instant, and the roar of the battle between Cold and Demon Forsake could be heard.

The half of the city, which had been reduced to ruins, was like a charred piece of waste paper, and among the black ashes, fire ashes, and thick smoke, the two figures that were speeding through it due to the fierce battle were like ghost drawings on this waste paper.

Under the half-collapsed building, Han Xu stepped heavily on this dangerous beam, and as soon as the pillar shook, a spider pattern cracked on it in an instant, and Han Xu's figure swooped forward with a whip leg that sank into thunder and hit the ghost abandoned.

In the wild battle just now, the black robe on the ghost body had been ragged, and his body was even more upside down, he couldn't believe why a martial artist who had just entered the middle grade could be so fast, this was naturally not the reason for the realm, but the reason for martial arts.

His arms were crossed in front of him, and Han Xu slammed into his arm with one leg, but his strong arms like a ghost abandoned shield were smashed into his chest by this leg, and then his body retreated.

Suddenly threw the giant scythe spinning in mid-air towards the wall of a courtyard on the side, and grabbed the chains, which destroyed half of the walls, and the chains were extremely slippery in his hands, and his body stabilized in them.

Only when he really stabilized his body could he notice that the green light in his eyes had dimmed a lot, and in his own perception, the life he had relied on to exchange for the Shrinking Yuan Qi had also come to an end.

However, for him, who was not afraid of death, death was not what he was most concerned about at this moment, but why in such a short period of time, the World Destroyer was able to go from being a person who could easily deal with people like the black pole and white flag at the beginning, to being able to completely fight against himself in this frontal battle at this moment?

Escaping death is to come back from hell, and now the cold continuation of blood scabs remains on his face, which seems to be more suitable for the word "destroyer" than ever in the eyes of Ghost Abandonment.

Han Xu didn't stop, and immediately attacked him again.

His rage turned him into a beast, a monster, a monster that had ravaged the city three hundred years ago!

Boom Boom Boom –

The dense leg shadows of the cold continuum attacked towards the ghost abandonment, compared to the use of various combat techniques in the previous battle, the combat method of the cold continuum at this moment is pure speed crushing!

He's going crazy, he's venting his pain and anger like a rainstorm hitting the city!

And this is the existence that he can only do and master when he has stepped into the middle martial arts!

Puff puff –

The blood spit out from the ghost's mouth like a torrential rain, and the blood that had been static in his body was spit out of his mouth at this moment, not only without heat, but even cold.

Han continued to shout angrily, fell heavily from above, and stepped on the top of the ghost's abandoned head, and the hall master, who had been calling for wind and rain in the past, fell to his knees with a pop.

"Die. ”

Instead of roaring, Han Xu said this slowly, and then kicked him in the chest.

The scythe was still hooked to the wall, and silver iron ropes were tied to his body, so his body was not kicked directly, but rotated around the ground like a pendulum.

Han Xu's brows couldn't help frowning, his own such a violent attack didn't give him any time and space to fight back, common sense said that he should be so seriously injured that he couldn't get up under such an attack, but because of the existence of the shrinking technique, he was half alive and half dead, and he fell into a state of unbeatable, and he was still unharmed.

Han Xu frowned, realizing that he should change his train of thought about fighting.

The ghost's figure opened an arc and slammed out of the house on the other side, kneeling down in the middle of the street.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood, as cold as if it was about to form ice slag, spat out of the Oni's mouth.

But he didn't die right away.

The explosion that had just stopped for a moment roared again, but instead of appearing here, it appeared at the location where the cannon hall was stationed, and he immediately wondered what was happening in the cannon hall. His body began to tremble. He was already shocked that Han Xu was able to escape the Heavenly Palm of the Sect Master, and at this time, he couldn't help but have a higher fear of the power of the World Destroyer.

And because he is now a half-dead person, this fear seems extremely hollow in his heart, which has no blood flowing, and he has already been placed in hell.

"Who the hell are you?!" he shouted in disbelief as he looked at the people who had leapt over the burning houses and appeared on the side of the street, and the corpses were strewn all over the street.

They know the true identity of the World Destroyer, but they don't know more secrets inside, what kind of person can survive at such an age, so powerful, and so ignorant of the sky!?

Han Xu didn't answer him.

The secret of the White Emperor belongs only to him and Wang Yanyan...... Now there is Bai Liuyi, and other things that the whole world cannot know are the innermost secrets of him and Wang Yan's eyes.

Han Xu kicked a brick at the ghost and said in his coldest voice, "The one who killed you." ”

Bricks slammed into the ghost's head.

The pain spread across his forehead, but it didn't make him feel the uncomfortable pain, he could only realize the pain.

His green eyes twinked as if he had made up his mind.

Then he hung his head deeply, gritted his teeth, and tugged at the chains, and the giant scythe on the wall rioted, and the entire wall collapsed with a bang, obliterating the dazzling spark outlined by the giant scythe.

The scythe flew back into his hand through a space of tens of meters, and this time he no longer threw the giant scythe out, but as a short soldier in his hand.

The Shrinking Yuan Qi began to explode further, and the gray pill condensed by the original Shrinking Yuan in his body was rapidly evaporating like exposed dry ice at this time, merging into his body. The aura emanating from his body was rapidly weakening, and the green eyes in his black robe also turned into a dusk at dusk.

"Life squeeze?"

Han Xu has seen such a method, the last time, in the building of the Huamo Bank, the old man who cultivated the "Golden Cicada Shell", which combines witchcraft and martial arts, showed it, this way is to condense the limited life, and then burst out like an explosion with more powerful power.

The shrinkage itself is the overdraft and squeezing of life, and at this moment, he has squeezed the life that was originally compressed in exchange for another squeeze, which can be understood as a sacrifice with greater loss and less benefit.

For him, however, it means a lot.

Han Xu could sense that his strength had become several points stronger in this moment, and the breath of life on his body, which was already floating and floating, like a ghost, that could disappear at any time, also weakened a lot more suddenly.

Han Xu didn't have the slightest tendency to slow down his attack, his body rushed forward again, and then slammed his leg into Ghost Wai's lower abdomen, and this time, Ghost Abandon showed more strength; while his abdomen shrank back, the giant scythe in his hand grazed the ground and provoked a string of sparks, and this scythe huge enough to cut the necks of four or five people at the same time was aimed at Han Xu's shoulder bone.

Han Xu's hand broke through the wind and grabbed his wrist.

There was a grim look on Ghost Qi's face, he was not a good talker, so even at this moment, his chest was full of death tragedy, and his mouth did not make the slightest sound, but his giant scythe was speaking for him, his wrist was controlled, but as his fingertips turned, the scythe stabbed towards Han Xu's back like a folding knife!

Han Xu's back was cold for a moment, and his body quickly approached forward, and a punch smashed into his chest, and the tip of the scythe also stabbed slightly into his back.

Han Xu's hand then slid and gripped the handle of the scythe, but the tip of the scythe still sank slightly into his back.

And in the eyes that seemed to be alive and dead, at this time, Han Xu could vaguely detect the cheerful breath jumping in them.

Only then did Han Xu suddenly discover that the life born of his shrinking yuan qi had transformed into a gray power that was injected into his body along the tip of the scythe, and the shrinking yuan qi was consumed at this time because of his wasteful squeezing and use, and his second life had also come to an end, but he laughed hissively.

The shrinking qi killed him to squeeze his life, for him it was the maintenance of his life, and for others, it was the poisonous gas that could kill people.

The gray shrinking aura suddenly stirred up waves in Hanxu's body, as if a sharp pain between his body and consciousness had begun to peel, causing his brows to tighten for a moment.

"Destroyer, go and die. ”

He said with the last breath of qi left on him, and then poured this last breath into the cold continuum.

He is already a dead man, so naturally he doesn't have to be afraid of death, so he must not feel unworthy of killing the World Destroyer by exchanging his life.

Han continued to snort, but in his eyes, there was no despair that the ghost abandoned at the last moment.

Because the wind whirlwind formed by the Yuan Qi appeared in his body, and these raging Yuan Qi quickly turned into dust and smoke in the wind whirlpool, seeping out from the cold back.

A Ling Feng appeared at the wound on his back, and the cold continued to block the injection of his last half of his breath into his body, leaving the ghost abandoned with his last breath.

"This ......" Oni Qi looked at Han Xu in disbelief.

"Sorry to disappoint you. Han Xu slapped his palm on the top of his head, and the last glimmer of brilliance in his eyes was shattered like fluorescent powder on paper.

The black robe on his body fell off, revealing his body that had long since become a dry corpse because the butterfly had helped him cultivate the Qi of Shrinking Yuan.

Without stopping for half a minute, he didn't even glance at this powerful hall master who was fighting for the tiger, he turned his head to look at the members of the Heavenly Fire Society who were fighting with Bai Liuyi, and rushed over like a demon god.

Han Xu stood at Bai Liuyi's side.

The battle was soon one-sided.

On the mountain, the artillery, which was five percent faster, was also in an almost crushing posture, wantonly venting the anger in his heart.