This punch is incomparably terrifying!

I saw a golden fist mark transform in the void, and in a tenth of a breath, the fist mark had become more than ten zhang in size.

The aura of the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be drained in an instant.

"Boom ......"

The heavens and the earth were trembling, and around the fist print, only a layer of golden waves emitted rhythmic agitation.

That is the tendency of the void to be blasted through, and that force seems to be blasted through heaven and earth together.

"Die!"

Han Yun's eyes were full of gold.

Everyone looked at Han Yun with a look of amazement in their eyes.

"How is that possible!"

The witch god couldn't help but exclaim.

A pair of miserable white pupils burst out with a ghostly glow of more than ten feet.

"Scourge of the Witch God!"

The old man shouted angrily, and an incomparably terrifying force erupted from the old man's body.

The pitch-black evil qi turned into a black dragon and rose to the sky.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ......Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

The black dragon's crazy roar, endless evil energy, gathered on the black dragon's body.

"Kill me!"

The black dragon roared angrily, and Han Yun's fist marks rushed straight towards him.

"Boom ......"

The violent collision caused the entire dark forest to tremble, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and one dead creature after another was shattered by the aftermath of the battle.

"I'm rubbing, so horrible!"

Han Yun was also taken aback by the power of this punch.

Han Yun felt that the force just now seemed to have broken a certain limit, and it would cause the oscillation of space.

"Didi ......"

"System prompt: Player Han Yun has exited Berserker mode!"

The prompt sound of the system came, and Han Yun only felt a feeling of weakness coming, and his entire body seemed to be hollowed out.

"Drafted, when can there be no side effects of Berserker mode, this feels like Lao Tzu has had enough!"

Han Yun couldn't help but curse.

"System, check to see if this old guy is dead!"

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Han Yun commanded the system while recovering his strength.

"The system is checking, please wait!"

"Checked!"

"According to the test results, the witch god is not dead!"

The voice of the system came.

"Not dead!"

Han Yun was taken aback.

"Is this old guy Xiaoqiang, how can he be so forbidden to fight!"

Han Yun said viciously.

"Didi ......"

"System prompt: The witch god is recovering, and when the witch god recovers, the player Han Yun will have a nine-ninety percent probability of death!"

"I'll rub!"

Han Yun couldn't sit still!

This may sound scary, but it's definitely true!

This old guy didn't die under his own horrible punch, you can imagine how perverted he is!

"This old pervert, I don't believe that I can't kill him!"

Han Yun gritted his teeth and inserted the eye of the needle left by Wang Xugeng next to it, while Han Yun himself stood up.

There's no way, Han Yun doesn't dare to recover!

If you recover yourself, you will be a rookie in the early days of the War Sect, but the witch god is different, as long as you recover a little, you will be able to abuse yourself!

"Han Yun, you're not dead!"

Seeing Han Yun come out, the other two Zhan Sect disciples of the Hu family suddenly changed their expressions.

"Oops, forgot about these two pigs!"

Han Yun patted his head.

Han Yun didn't pay attention to these two before, but now it's a special period!

"Hahaha...... Senior brother, I know, he must have been injured in the battle!"

Another disciple of the Hu family suddenly looked at Han Yun and laughed.

"Hurt!"

The two glanced at each other, and they also saw the cold glint in each other's eyes.

"Cao Nima's rookie, I'm not afraid of you if I'm seriously injured, come on, come and kill Lao Tzu!"

Han Yun's face was extremely arrogant!

"You ......"

When the two of them heard Han Yun's words, a trace of surprise rose in their eyes.

"These two people are Zhan Zong, even if Brother Wang comes with someone today, he may not be able to win!"

Han Yun's expression was a little gloomy.

I knew I would have killed these two idiots first.

Lest there be more accidents at this time.

"System Prompt: Player Han Yun can use the Level 8 Summoning Card!"

"Level 8 summon card?"

Han Yun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but pat his head.

"Damn, Lao Tzu almost forgot about this level 8 summoning card!"

Han Yun complained as he asked the system, "System, can this eighth-level summoning card summon a powerhouse at the peak of the Battle Sect?"

"The eighth-level summoning card will definitely be able to summon an eighth-level powerhouse, but it may not necessarily appear as an eighth-level peak powerhouse, it depends on the luck of the player Han Yun!"

The system replied.

"Luck!"

Han Yun grinned.

Looked at the luck value.

137。

"This luck value should be considered good, Lao Tzu should not be unlucky to summon the strong man in the early stage of the Battle Sect. ”

A glint flashed in Han Yun's eyes.

Then he smashed the level 8 summon card.

"Does player Han Yun use an eighth-level summoning card?"

The system beeps out.

"Use!"

Han Yun directly clicked to use.

"Level 8 summon card is activating, please ...... later"

"Activated!"

"Locating the Dead World!"

"The positioning of the world of death has been successful, player Han Yun, please choose the dead creature!"

A page popped into Han Yun's mind.

What appeared in front of Han Yun was a screen, and on the screen were countless names of dead creatures.

Ghosts, Demons, Death Knights......

A large number of dead creatures, Han Yun was dazzled to watch.

"Player Han Yun still has ten seconds to choose, and finally choose the countdown to start 10,9,8......"

"Wait......"

Han Yun quickly flipped the page.

There are just too many dead creatures.

What ogres, what skeleton warriors......

Han Yun passed directly as soon as he saw it.

These things, Han Yun knew when he played games in his previous life, don't look at the scary name, in fact, it is weak.

"It's okay to give Lao Tzu a bone dragon!"

Han Yun shouted in his heart.

Just when the system calls out the last name.

A name appeared in Han Yun's mind.

Necromancer!

"That's it......"

Han Yun hurriedly said.

"Necromancer is being summoned, necromancer advent time countdown begins 10,9,8......"

In Han Yun's mind, there were prompt tones.

Hearing this prompt, Han Yun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Senior brother, I think he is already at the end of his crossbow, I don't believe that in a state of serious injury, he can still defeat you and my senior brother!"

"That's right, kill him!"

The two looked at Han Yun silently, and after glancing at each other, lightning struck at Han Yun.

"You want to kill me?"

The corners of Han Yun's mouth hooked up a sneer.

Seeing the two of them attack, instead of the slightest nervousness on Han Yun's face, a sneer was aroused.

Death Mage.

Show them the power of your death!

"Give me death!"

"Die!"

The faces of the two were hideous, and the killing intent in their eyes was extremely terrifying.

The power of terror frantically converged on the fists of the two.

The immense majesty is incomparable.

The two of them looked up at Han Yun, wanting to see the panicked look on Han Yun's face.

But when their eyes fell on Han Yun's face.

The bodies of the two of them suddenly shook wildly.

Han Yun's expression was very calm, as if it was a pool of stagnant water.