Cui Feng also flashed forward and stood beside Su Tong, but he didn't dare to move forward again. He looked at the spreading purple-green light wave in shock, and saw that he was only ten zhang away from Han Bing, but suddenly stopped expanding.

The range of light waves is only so large, Nishan's eyes are staring at Han Bing, her steps are again, approaching Han Bing step by step, above her hands, colorful smoke flickers, and a stream of spiritual power is injected into the sword body in front of her.

Han Bing's hands slowly pulled apart, and in the palms of his hands, a huge crystal clear ice spear was transformed into a god-killing spear!

With the appearance of the god-killing spear, with Han Bing's body as the center, the ice crystals in the air also began to slowly seep out a hint of pale blue, which was due to the effect of the color of the gun's body under the refraction.

Nissan paused as she walked forward, she stared blankly at the god-killing spear in Han Bing's hand, and a deep fear appeared in her eyes, and this fear spread rapidly, so much so that the movements in her hand were also a little sluggish.

The next moment, Han Bing's eyes suddenly opened, as if two rays of light shot out, and his gaze swept over the god-killing spear and projected onto Nishan. His aura reached its peak at this moment.

Run! That was Nissa's first thought when she regained consciousness, and she turned decisively to run away.

"You can't run. Han Bing's lips opened and closed, and his cold voice did not carry any emotion. Under his indifferent gaze, his right index finger pointed lightly at Nissa's figure in the air.

The godkiller spear immediately turned into light and shadow, and swept towards the target with the momentum of thunder.

"Don't kill me! I have—" Nissa screamed as she felt the pressure on her back, but before she could finish her sentence, she saw only half of the spear on her chest, the other end of which had pierced through her back.

A pale blue layer centered on the wound on her chest, enveloping her almost instantly.

In the freeze, Nissa's facial expression still retains the same as it was at the moment before her death.

Han Bing used the early stage cultivation of the Transformation Yuan to drain the spiritual power of his whole body and the god-killing spear used by the only soul crystal, and wanted to kill Nishan, who only had the late cultivation of the soul crystal, one-on-one, without any suspense.

There was silence all around, and Luo Yi and Cui Feng, who were still awake, only felt a flower in front of them, and saw the godkiller spear shoot through Nishan's body, and they were even immune to the force field repulsion effect of the purple light wave.

After a few breaths, the godkiller completely disappeared, and the ice that had frozen Nissan shattered layer by layer, turning into powder, and Nissa's body also dissipated into powder.

With a move of Han Bing's right hand, a ring flew out of the powder and landed in the palm of his hand. Don't look at her anymore.

There are so many disciples in the Poison Sect, and only Nishan has the precepts, but the disciples don't.

Han Bing looked at the ring in his hand, put it away, and walked in the direction where Su Tong was.

"Uncle Shi!" Luo Yi called softly, his eyes full of shock and adoration.

Han Bing nodded, looked at Su Tong, and said, "Take her to find a safe place to heal first." ”

In a nearby ruin, several people cleared out a space, and after Han Bing simply arranged some phantom arrays, his body was very weak. From Nishan's ring, he took out some bottles and jars, as well as a few jade slips, handed them to Luo Yike, and said, "These medicines and jade slips, as an alchemist, you can study them, and you should be able to find an antidote to the toxins in your master's body, and by the way, help the wild wolf also detoxify." ”

At his beckoning, the wild wolf lay at his feet a little tiredly, it had some less serious flesh wounds, which were not in the way, the trouble was that the toxin had entered the body.

After explaining, Han Bing immediately entered a state of meditation, and he didn't even have the strength to arrange the Spirit Gathering Formation.

Although the god-killing spear is invincible, the sequelae are indeed obvious.

In the evening of the same day, in the place where the fight was originally fought, several Poison Sect disciples turned into Changhong and hurriedly retreated after searching in disbelief.

The disciples of the Poison Sect who came to this Netherworld Continent were already few, and they were killed by Han Bing and a few people, and now they don't have much combat power.

Three days later, the spiritual power in Han Bing's body recovered somewhat, and he got up to observe Su Tong's injury, which had not improved significantly in the past three days.

"Uncle Shi, you can also try these drugs, now that Master's poison has been controlled, only if there is enough time, I will definitely be able to find a real antidote. Luo Yi said a little tiredly.

"Good work. Han Bing's voice was soft, and his gaze fell on Su Tong's chest, where the wound had been cleaned up, but there was still some blood on the newly changed skirt. ”

"It would have been better if she had put on the soft armor I had made. Cui Feng said regretfully on the side.

Han Bing groaned slightly, and started to strengthen the phantom array around him, and at the same time arranged a five-rank spirit gathering formation.

"Let's stay here for a while, let's take a long view. Han Bing said.

"Hmm!" the two nodded. This time, even Luo Yingzi in the Silver Moon Bow had no objections, after all, the four-person team was still weak, and if it encountered a more powerful enemy, it was likely to suffer heavy losses.

In the Netherworld Rift, at this moment, in Mu Qingying's big tent, an exclamation came out:

"What are you talking about? 22 people from the Poison Sect were killed, and Deputy Sect Master Nishan was no exception?" The speaker was Mu Qingying. Her face changed, and she stared at the comer, barely believing her ears.

"It's true! Commander Mu, his subordinates have carefully inspected the place where the incident occurred with the senior brothers in the sect, where the aura of battle remains, and there are some broken relics. The disciples of the Poison Sect who reported were crying, without the sect master, as vassals of the Xiuzhen Alliance, they could only ask Mu Qingying for help at this time.

Mu Qingying pondered for a long time, then raised her head and said, "Someone is coming." ”

Outside the tent, an old man walked in.

"Elder Lin, you take a hundred disciples to investigate and see if you can find any clues. Mu Qingying was angry in her heart, someone here dared to openly assassinate the person of the Poison Sect, obviously she did not take her as the leader of the alliance in her eyes, plus during this period of time, there has been no substantial progress in the Netherworld Spring, and the disciples sent in have all gone and have not returned, and there have been a lot of injuries, which makes her angry, "Wait a minute, I'll go with you." Mu Qingying added.

"Order the large army to rest in place, and no one shall move without my order!" Mu Qingying walked out of the big tent and draped a red cloak over her shoulders, for a long time, she had gradually cultivated a general demeanor, with the majesty of the superior in her gestures, which was not unrelated to the environment in which the princess of her alliance was pampered since childhood.