Yin Zhiwen, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but think of the encounter with Xu Han, it seemed that she was also in the secret realm of Tiankui, and she could treat Xu Han as a thief at the beginning.

"Xu Han, are you in this Broken Dragon Cliff?" Yin Zhiwen suddenly raised her head, looked into the distance, and said softly in her heart.

When they heard about the Dragon Palace that day, the three of them did not hesitate at all, and rushed directly, after all, such a big matter, if Xu Han was really in this Broken Dragon Cliff, he would definitely come with his character.

The prodigal son glanced at Yin Zhiwen next to him, saw that his expression was melancholy, his eyes were slightly reproachful, and he couldn't help but whisper: "Don't worry, maybe we will meet Xu Han later." ”

Haokong also looked embarrassed, looked at the woman beside him, his face stiffened, and he said excitedly: "Zhou Xiaopang said that Xu Han is in this Broken Dragon Cliff, he must be in it, maybe it's on this island?"

Looking at the two people around her, Yin Zhiwen smiled and said, "It's okay! Then let's go to the legendary Dragon Palace." ”

Immediately took the lead in sweeping forward, the prodigal son behind him followed closely, Haokong looked at the two people who left, glanced at the thick black fog in the distance with a cold light, and followed with a low snort.

After coming out of the Tiankui Secret Realm, Haokong deliberately checked the background of the black-robed warrior, although it was only a few words, but he still saw a trace from the ghost.

For so many years, only in the Tiankui Secret Realm was the most embarrassing, if it wasn't for the importance of looking for Xu Han, Haokong would definitely go forward and kill the martial artist who also belonged to the black robe.

Yin Zhiwen looked at the mountains in the distance, her eyes were full of anticipation, and the two people behind her followed closely behind, and their figures flew up.

Zuo Junzhe's face was pale, looking at the ghosts that kept passing in the air, his eyes were full of panic, the two companions of the Mysterious Realm had died, and Lei Ze in the distance kept roaring, and it seemed that he was also in trouble.

His body was covered with scratches, his entire clothes were stained with blood, and the long sword in his hand was also covered with his own blood.

"Quack 616161 in the Xuan Realm, the strength is not bad. The black-robed warrior who was flying in the dense fog stepped out, looked at the miserable Zuo Junzhe in front of him, said excitedly, raised his head slightly, and his eyes were full of excitement.

A gray claw shadow swept by, and Zuo Junzhe, who was seriously injured, flashed in a hurry, but was still clawed on his left arm, and a large piece of flesh and blood was thrown out, and his body fell to the ground with a wretched sound.

"Be my pet. The black-robed warrior walked in slowly, looked at Zuo Junzhe on the ground, and laughed loudly.

Looking at the martial artist walking in front of him, Zuo Junzhe was horrified in his heart, his right hand supported the ground, and his body retreated in a panic, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and he couldn't help shouting: "Xu Han!

Xu Han is not a person in purgatory, and he has saved himself several times, how can Zuo Junzhe have the face to beg, but Lei Ze himself is in a bitter battle, facing his own life, only so, after all, Xu Han's terrifying spirit beast has never come out, I believe that Xu Han must have left his spare strength.

At the moment when your life is at stake, what face do you need?

The three people of Haokong who were running in the distance, their faces were pale, and the figure flying at great speed immediately stopped, turned to look at the thick black fog behind them, and their eyes were full of ecstasy.

"Xu Han, help me!" Yin Zhiwen was running, her mind was full of these words echoing, and her eyes were full of excitement.

Roar!

A huge roar rang out, and then a huge figure flew out.

"Purple Feather!"

Looking at the purple feather in the air, the three of Haokong exclaimed, although they haven't seen each other for a while, the purple feather has changed a lot, but the three of them still recognize it at a glance.

The purple feather that flew out roared in his mouth, and his wings fanned violently, directly fanning the dense fog where Zuo Junzhe was located, revealing the scene of the crowd.

Haokong and the others looked up, looking at the embarrassed warrior who was sitting on the ground in a panic, there was a doubt in their eyes, and the people who called for help didn't know it, but Zi Yu again, Xu Han was in this thick fog.

Looking at the broken dense fog, Zi Yu roared in his mouth, his body flew down, and the claws with cold light swept down the air, and the black-robed martial artist below glanced at the spirit beast rushing in the air, his eyes were shocked, and he immediately retreated behind him.

In an instant, the broken dense fog had already closed, and the sharp claws of the purple feather were covered by the thick black mist.

Yin Zhiwan's gaze followed the purple feather and looked at the dense fog that burst out, without a trace of hesitation, and ran towards the dense fog with a short sword in hand.

The two black-robed warriors hidden on the edge of the dense fog, glanced at the three Yin Zhiwen who were rushing over, a trace of fierceness crossed their eyes, and their figures flew out, blocking in front of several people.

After killing the two martial artists of purgatory, the two of them hid on the side, the three of Haokong, the two of them had long been paying attention, but the senior brother in the dense fog had not yet come out, but he did not dare to make a decision, and now he saw that he suddenly came for some reason, but there was no hesitation.

"Zhiwan, you go in, we will stop them. Looking at the two warriors who suddenly rushed out, Haokong's eyes were cold, and he shouted in a low voice.

"You are right, I am left!" The big knife in the spirit cave instantly appeared in his hand, and the prodigal son looked at the two people rushing in front of him, and shouted loudly.

The martial artist in this black mist, as he had seen in the Tiankui Secret Realm before, a dark sword qi condensed, and ran towards the martial artist on the right, and on the big knife in the prodigal son's hand, the roaring sword qi slashed out.

Before the two of them could get close, a large thick fog had gathered in the air, instantly enveloping the two of them.

"Xu Han, is that you?" Looking at the thick black fog in front of her, Yin Zhiwan's eyes were full of expectation, and she shouted loudly.

Xu Han, who was worried about Zuo Junzhe's situation in his heart, swung out the silver sword in his right hand, and suddenly in the thick black fog in front of him, a familiar cry came out.

This thick black fog couldn't detect the scene in the distance at all, Xu Han's face was pale, a trace of doubt crossed his eyes, and he couldn't help but whisper in his mouth: "Hallucination?"

After all, this black-robed warrior is really weird, and it is reasonable to have this conjecture.

"Hmph! one more person to die. The warrior who was caged in the black fog looked at the woman running in the distance, his eyes were full of murder, and he shouted in a low voice, without a trace of worry in his heart.

Seeing that there was no response in the black fog, Yin Zhiwen was in a hurry, and the short sword in her hand swung forward, and a dense drizzle in the air dispersed, heading towards the thick fog cover.

Poof!

The dense fog, which was difficult to disperse no matter how much you attacked, actually fell one after another when it encountered the rain, turning into a thick layer and hitting the ground.

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The clear rain swept by, and the ghosts that were hit in the thick fog let out screams one after another, and they actually cracked directly.

"Xu Han!" Dressed in black, with a cold face, I haven't seen her for many years, and her overly long hair is neatly tied on the top of her head.

Xu Han, who was puzzled in his heart, looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes were stunned, and when he looked along the passage broken by Yin Zhiwen, he was the extremely familiar figure.

As always, the snow-white dress, the skin is like condensed fat, the eyes of the eyebrows and stars are glowing with a little crystal, and a pair of eyes are staring at Xu Han tightly.

"Zhiwen! it's you!" Looking at this suddenly appearing figure, Xu Han's eyes were stunned, and then turned into a color of ecstasy, his right hand swept back, and the attacking ghost was flying, and his body ran towards Yin Zhiwen.

How many times I missed, how many memories, the figure in my heart was still so clear, a line of tears slid down, and Yin Zhiwen threw herself into that familiar embrace.

The black-robed warrior shrouded in the dense fog was already stunned by the rain cut out by Yin Zhiwen, and the black mist gushing out of the skull, he knew it very well, not to mention the ordinary wind, even the martial arts could only break through in time, but now those wet fogs could no longer be closed.

"Xu Han! Do you know how much I miss you? How much my heart hurts when I saw your figure fall into the void that day? Your pale face, blood-stained chest, I still remember vividly, how afraid I am of losing you. Yin Zhiwen, who was holding Xu Han, said nonsense in her mouth, and hot tears were already soaked in Xu Han's chest.

Yin Zhiwen, who has always been strong, now behaves like a child, the joy of losing and regaining, hugging Xu Han tightly.

"Zhiwen, I know!" Looking at Yin Zhiwen, who was hugging him tightly, Xu Han's right hand was ringed, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

"I miss you!"

Feeling the excited person in his arms, a trace of guilt flashed in Xu Han's heart, so he had to hug him tighter, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly glanced at it, but it was the warrior shrouded in black fog who roared.

Xu Han didn't hesitate at all, stepped on his right foot, and flashed to the side with Yin Zhiwu in his arms, and the Qianyuan Thunder Dragon Fist in his hand broke through the air and met the claw power that swept in.

Rumble!

The huge roar directly woke up Yin Zhiwu, who was immersed in Xu Han's arms, and hurriedly looked up, but what he saw was Xu Han's confident eyes.

"In a while, I'll kill him!" Lowering his head and kissing away the two lines of tears, Xu Han said softly, but his tone was disdainful of the martial artist.

Yin Zhiwen looked at this familiar expression, smiled, touched Xu Han's lips lightly, and said softly: "Let's be together." ”

"Okay!" Xu Han chuckled, and then flew up with a silver sword in his hand, while Yin Zhiwen on the side swung out the short sword in his hand again and again, and the black mist that covered it was all dispersed.

"Damn, who are you?" Looking at the dense fog that was constantly being broken, the warrior hidden in the black fog stepped out, looked at Yin Zhiwu, and shouted loudly.

On this Lingyuan Continent, when did such a strange martial artist appear, he was able to break through his own dense fog.

With a sweep of his eyes, in the dense fog in the distance, there was already the sound of his companion's angry shouts, and it seemed that the strength of the three later warriors was not simple.

"The one who killed you!" Yin Zhiwen's eyes flashed with a cold light, but her expression was diametrically opposite to just now, and she screamed coquettishly, and on the short sword in her hand, a cloud-like sword aura was drawn out.

The ghosts that kept attacking in the air were all crushed, and the sword qi blasted towards the black-robed warrior with a terrifying momentum. Looking at everything in front of him, a trace of consternation crossed Xu Han's eyes, and Zhi Wan had also broken through to the Transformation God Realm.