On the altar of the country, the water of the Yellow Spring River summoned by Mo Han was still flowing slowly in mid-air, with no sign of falling, but there was no tendency to disappear.

Looking at the Yin Omen who was lying on the ground, only seriously injured, but still had the breath of life, Mo Han sighed in his heart, and regretted that he did not kill the Yin Omen.

In fact, from the beginning of letting Sha Yuwei and her party leave, until Mo Han flew up in the air and shouted for him to break the Blood Sacrifice Array, it was a game, a game against the omen.

Mo Han was gambling, betting on the omen to understand the secrets that others didn't know about the killing blade, betting on the yin omen to know the seven killings of the killing blade, and knowing the horror of the seven killings, so he laid out this game against the omen. Mo Han even used the reincarnation flame, but the spear in Yin Zhao's hand was too second, and he couldn't withstand the ravages of the reincarnation flame at all, and it collapsed in an instant, causing Mo Han to only seriously injure Yin Omen.

Yin Zhao struggled to stand up from the ground, although Mo Han's punch was heavy, it could be seen that the punch was very hurried, and he didn't exert all his strength. At the same time, one of his treasures automatically protected the master, unloading most of the power for him, so he only felt his brain crack now, and most of the injuries were caused by falling from a high altitude.

"Good calculation!" Yin Zhao took out a healing pill and swallowed it, suppressing the injuries in his body, his face gradually turned rosy, he already understood that from the time he stopped Zhou Yingyi and the others from letting them go, Mo Han began to lay out the killing game against him.

"I'm curious to know how you performed Fate Huangquan so realistically, not only deceived my eyes, but also my consciousness and feelings. ”

If Yin Zhao still didn't understand that the Fate Falling Yellow Spring above Mo Han's head was an illusion, he would have been a cultivator in the middle stage of the Yuan Infant in vain.

The fate of Huangquan recorded in the historical books is extremely domineering and powerful, but it is accompanied by the support of a large amount of Yuan Power from the caster. With Mo Han's cultivation in the Jindan period, even if the Yuan Force was several times deeper, it was impossible to perform it so calmly and simply, and maintain it for such a long time.

Mo Han didn't answer the omen, smiled weirdly, and swooped down towards the omen with the killing blade.

The first reaction of the omen is to retreat, and the farther away the better. Because he calmed down, he found that although the scenery around him was everything he was familiar with, there was always a feeling in the dark that told him that something was wrong here, and he couldn't fight hard with Mo Han, otherwise he would be the one who suffered.

Mo Han's speed was extremely fast, and he came to Yin Zhao's body in the blink of an eye, his right hand holding the killing blade kept stabbing towards Yin Zhao's vital points all over his body, and his left hand, which was unweaponized, was half-clenched into a fist, constantly beckoning to Yin Zhao's limbs.

Although Yin Omen's most advantageous weapon was destroyed in the battle just now, his reaction was not slow at all, holding a small shield in his left hand to resist the attack of Mo Han's killing blade, and his right hand also clenched his fist and collided with Mo Han's left fist.

After hundreds of moves, Mo Han's attack was as fierce as ever, but Yin Zhao could only be passively fatigued.

And as time dragged on, Yin Omen found that his limbs were extremely painful, and even the flesh had broken apart in several places, revealing his bones. And these disintegrated flesh and blood were all Mo Han's fists that fell on him and were directly exploded.

Only by really fighting with Mo Han can you understand how terrible Mo Han's body is.

At the beginning, Yin Omen could still keep up with Mo Han's rhythm, and he could take every blow of Mo Han, although it was very difficult to catch every blow. But after dozens of moves, Yin Omen discovered a terrible truth, Mo Han's body was too strong and his fists were too heavy.

Every time Yin Omen punches, he will use Yuan Force to wrap his fist in it, but when it collides with Mo Han's fist, the Yuan Force wrapped in the fist is directly exploded, followed by the collision of fists and fists.

Even though every time Mo Han's fist was bombarded by Yuan Li, most of the power was unloaded by Yuan Li, every time he made contact, Yin Zhao still felt the bones on his arm squeaking, as if it would break in the next second.

If Yin Zhao's right hand and Mo Han's left hand are a collision of power, then the shield held by Yin Zhao's left hand and Mo Han's right hand holding the killing blade are the collision of moves.

Mo Han held the right hand of the Killing Blade, and made strange moves, every time he would stab him from an unexpected place of the Yin Omen, and every time the Killing Blade swung it, it would bring a fierce anger.

This aura was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, constantly burrowing into Yin Zhao's body, stirring the blood in his body, as if to squeeze all the blood in Yin Zhao's body out of his body.

Yin Omen not only had to be distracted to suppress the injuries in his body, but also carefully avoided the anger of the Killing Blade, if he was not careful to let the anger into his body, he would immediately go all out to clear the anger.

In this way, the movements of Yin Zhao's two hands will inevitably be affected from time to time, the right hand that resists Mo Han's fist can slow down, but the left hand that resists Mo Han's killing blade can't be slow. Once he let the killing blade fall on him, Yin Omen can think of the result with his eyes closed.

Therefore, many times, when the anger invades the body and affects the movements of the two hands, Yin Zhao subconsciously chooses to slow down his right hand, preferring to suffer from Mo Han's fist rather than the sharp tip of the killing blade.

As a result of Mo Han's fist, Yin Zhao's limbs are now sore and weak, and he even struggles to lift his arms, relying on a breath to support him.

There have been many times when Yin Zhao wanted to distance himself from Mo Han, not to fight hand-to-hand with Mo Han, but to change to his preference for a more dominant long-range battle, fighting for Yuan Li, and spelling.

The imagination is beautiful, the reality is skinny. Mo Han's hand-to-hand combat has been practiced since he was a child, and now he is not perfect, but it is not a sign that can be compared.

After hundreds of moves, Yin Zhao finally couldn't hold it anymore, and was hit in the chest by Mo Han's heavy punch.

Burst.

Yin Zhao spurted out another mouthful of blood, and the suppressed injuries in his body suddenly exploded, and he couldn't stand up directly when he lay on the ground.

At this moment, Yin Zhao didn't know how many bones in his body were intact and how many bones were uncracked. Anyway, he could be sure that his entire right hand was gone, and all the bones were broken in the process of hitting Mo Han's fist again, and it was still broken into pieces.

Mo Han's killing blade didn't fall on Yin Omen, it wasn't that Mo Han didn't want to kill Yin Omen, but that the wind and dust were in Yin Omen's hands, and Mo Han didn't even know where he was now. Therefore, Mo Han must know the location of the dust first, and take it away directly when he goes out, and he can't waste time looking for it, and it will change later.

Yin Zhao lay on the ground gasping for breath, even if he could resist, he didn't want to resist, and hand-to-hand combat with Mo Han, a monster, was not a human thing.

"Can you tell me what level of your physical cultivation has reached?" Yin Zhao took out a random spiritual weapon from the storage bag, put it on the ground, struggled to sit up, leaned on it, looked at Mo Han who was walking towards him step by step, and asked.

"Post-embryonic stage. Mo Han stabilized his breathing, after playing for so long, even with his body, he felt a little tired, after all, it wasn't one or two strokes, you waved your arms a thousand times in a row to see if you were tired.

Yin Zhao was still panting, and said intermittently: "It's not like, it's not like, even if it's a demon beast in the late embryonic stage, the flesh is not as strong as you." ”

Mo Han squatted beside Yin Zhao and played with the killing blade: "Aren't you ready to resist?"

Yin Zhao shook his head: "I'm too tired, I'll talk about it later." ”

"Then in the process of resting, let's discuss something?" Mo Han looked at Yin Zhao and said seriously.

Mo Han felt that he was really serious, at least he didn't laugh, he didn't threaten, he really just wanted to discuss.

He and Yin Zhao have no inextricable hatred, Yin Li is already dead, and after he goes out, he will slaughter Yin Tianyou and Yin Chuan, and the hatred between him and the Xuanye Kingdom has disappeared since then, so he feels that there is no need to separate life and death between the two of them.

Of course, if this matter cannot be discussed, then maybe it can only be separated from life and death.

"Are you serious?" Yin Zhao asked, looking at Mo Han's expression.

"Yes. ”

"Is there anyone like you who beats people half-dead like this, and then comes to discuss things?"

"At least you are still alive, but Yin Li is already dead, and Yin Tianyou and Yin Chuan are not far away. ”

"Are you threatening me?"

"You can also understand that time is running out, say your choice. ”

"Am I not going to choose?"

"No, you can't!"

"Then I choose not to negotiate. ”

"Congratulations, you have made a very wise decision. ”

Mo Han stood up, put away the killing blade, moved the muscles and bones of his whole body, put his two hands on Yin Zhao's calves, and effortlessly lifted Yin Zhao upside down, and threw it to the ground fiercely.

There are many ways to extract confessions, and Mo Han is also proficient in many of them. But those methods of extorting confessions all depend on the mood and take time. Mo Han was in a bad mood right now, and he didn't want to waste time, so he chose the roughest, most convenient and time-saving one.

Bang, bang, bang.

Bang, bang, bang.

Bang, bang, bang.

Mo Han picked up the omen, like a big stick, and kept smashing it to the ground, once, twice, three times, without any stop.

The omen was no longer qualified to resist, but the shield of his treasure still had power, or a small qualification.

This shield is a spiritual treasure that descended on the withered leaf continent to give Yin Omen, and it is made of the shell of a 10,000-year-old turtle that is about to die, and at the same time recovers the soul of the old turtle, so that the old turtle willingly becomes the soul of this shield.

At this time, it is this shield that is protecting the omen, whenever the omen's body is about to fall to the ground, the shield will appear appropriately under the omen's body, unloading most of the gravity, not letting the gravity fall on the omen, otherwise with the condition of the omen's body, at most two, it will be scattered here.

Despite this, the omen still felt that the world was spinning, and all the internal organs were about to be shaken out, which was very uncomfortable. Everything in his stomach that could be vomited had already been vomited, and the bitter water was almost gone, but he still vomited again.