However, these countless heavy water curtains, which fell in front of the withered hand of the Tomb Saint Chuan, were so vulnerable that they only emitted a gentle sound of "waves, waves, waves......", and all the water waves were instantly shattered and vanished.

It was as if a building had collapsed, instantly scattered into droplets of water, falling all over the ground, and the dry bone holy hand did not stop, and continued to press towards the cold heart.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Li Han's face finally changed slightly.

He was very clear about his strength, although it was only the early stage of the Mixed Yuan Realm, but when he broke through, he first took the Candle Yin Fruit, and then the Mixed Yuan Golden Flower, and his strength was far beyond the early stage of the Mixed Yuan Realm that had just broken through, and it was infinitely close to the middle stage of the Mixed Yuan Realm.

Moreover, because of the purity of Wu Yuan's transformation of Dao power, his current Dao power, both in terms of attack power and defensive power, is far superior to others.

However, it is such a strength that falls in front of the top three disciples of the Inner Sect, the Tomb Holy Legend, is still so vulnerable, it can be seen that the rumors are true, the top five of the Inner Sect are far beyond the scope of ordinary Inner Sect disciples.

However, since he is on stage to compete, Li Han will naturally not be restrained, he is here today to test the true strength of the Tomb Holy Legend, lest he be caught off guard for a moment and make a big mistake when he really has a yin hand behind his back.

In this kind of scene, even if he has a lot of yin hands, as long as he defends properly, he still needs to have a trace of restraint after all, and in this case, he has a greater possibility to retreat.

Those inner sect deacons and elders are all fiery eyes and gold, not decorations.

"Talent can't do it!"

Knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, and he couldn't wait any longer, Li Han lightly withdrew his wooden sword and slapped it out with a sword.

It was as if the most brilliant fireworks, suddenly burning, rushing into the air, obviously just a wooden sword, but at this moment, in the minds of everyone under the ring, it seemed to have become a sharp sword, with purple light shining and crystal light everywhere.

"Bang!"

Sparks splashed everywhere, and on the ring, countless gravel flew high, splashing towards the protective shields around them, shaking and shaking.

The wooden sword in Li Han's hand broke silently and broke into two, he snorted, his face flushed, and he withdrew back, and there was a dark palm print on his chest.

On the other side, the figure of the Tomb Saint Biography did not shake, with a sneer on his face, and the second palm had already arrived.

The palm wind blew, Li Han's clothes were broken silently, and there was an extra indentation in the shape of a palm print on his chest, and the fabric in the original place gently turned into flying ashes.

Obviously, it has been blocked by Li Han's sword fifty or sixty percent of its strength, and the rest is still terrifying as scheduled.

Holding the half-cut wooden sword in his hand horizontally, Li Han was unmoved, forcibly pressing the churning qi and blood in his chest, and the meridians that were almost broken, his face was solemn, and he blew out a breath gently.

"Shh

This breath rolled over the sword body like a ball, making a crisp clanging sound, and then, the broken wooden sword in Li Han's hand was silently extended again, and there was an extra pale white sword, and the two were added together, and the length was comparable to the original wooden sword.

"Shameless. ”

On Li Han's body, the feeling of loneliness, loneliness, and death was born again, and this time, it was even more intense and crazy.

One sword, the last sword, try how many catties the other party has, and try how big the gap between yourself and the other party is.

This is the last sword of the cold test, full of the breath of determination and no regrets.

Although the flowers are beautiful, they are easy to wither.

The face is thin, and the poignant is like this.

The red sword light extended from the wooden sword, and the entire ring was shrouded in a magical dream, at this moment, Li Han combined illusion and swordsmanship, and played the strongest sword since he learned this second sword.

"Boom!"

The entire ring was silently overturned, and then collided with the second palm from the Tomb Saint in mid-air, and the protective shield broke for the first time.

Immediately, there was a "click"!

The repaired bluestone ring cracked again, and the lapis lazuli under it rose like powder, and on the opposite side, the eyebrows of the mound saint finally couldn't help but condense slightly, with a touch of solemnity.

This sword is already worth his high look.

However, it is only a glance.

"Bang!"

The wooden sword in Li Han's hand finally couldn't withstand such a huge force, and it shattered inch by inch, turning into a wooden butterfly and flying.

He snorted and flew out upside down, most of the ribs in his chest were broken, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, and his consciousness instantly became blurred.

"So strong?"

He muttered, subconsciously about to show off his light kite and leave the ring, only to find that he could no longer lift any strength.

At this moment, in the haze, he saw a pitch-black finger, quietly approaching in the dust and smoke, he wanted to avoid it, but he was weak.

The next moment, this vague finger hit his left arm.

There was no sound, no pain, just a chill in my body, and then nothing else.

Li Han fainted and fell out of the ring.

Faintly, before fainting, he saw the cold and triumphant smile of the Tomb Saint.

"Miscalculated ......"

This was the last thought in his heart, and then, as soon as his body sank, he was picked up by two people, although he didn't know who it was, but he understood that at this time, he appeared near his body and could save himself, except for Tang Baishou and Chen Fatzi, there was no one else.

......

Under the ring, looking at the one still standing on it, dressed in a blue shirt, with cold eyebrows like a sword, one of the five disciples of the evil and compelling Inner Sect, the "Dry Bone Holy Hand" Tomb Holy Legend, under the ring, there was a tidal wave of cheers.

No one thinks about Li Han, no one worries about him.

Under the ring, they all sang praises of virtue, saying how the Tomb Holy Biography was extraordinary, how Li Han begged for hardship, did not measure himself, and looked for death.

Seeing this, on the ring, looking at Tang Bai's hands, Li Han, who had already fainted in Chen Fatzi's arms, the corners of Tsukasa Shengchuan's mouth pulled up a gloomy smile, and then, with a wave of his hand, he didn't wait for the referee to announce it, and he had already swept out and returned to his position under the ring.

Four or five people immediately surrounded him and praised him loudly, and no one looked at Li Han anymore.

Everyone understands that after hitting the last finger of the Tsukasa Holy Legend, this nameless disciple of the Disillusionment Peak is probably about to be removed.

Except for them, no one knows what the mystery of the Tomb Holy Legend is here.

......

On the other side, under the ring.

Tang Baishou and Chen Fatzi looked at each other with faces like gold and iron, and the corners of their mouths were bloodstained with cold, and they looked anxious.

"Cold, cold!"

However, no matter how the two shouted and shook, Li Han still remained motionless, as if the corpse, if it weren't for the snort, there was still a faint trace of breath left, and everyone thought he was dead.

"Go, take him to heal, ...... quickly"

"Let's go!"

Holding Li Han's body, Tang Bai's hands, Chen Fatzi left quickly, without daring to delay at all, no one stopped them, and no one looked at them more.

It's as if they're just an outsider.

......

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