'Bang'.

Winter cold didn't have time to dodge, the scimitar blocked horizontally, and both hands clenched the blade.

A huge force passed through the blade and spread to the whole body. It was like a heavy hammer sweeping the wind on the knife surface.

'Poof' blood mist came out casually, Dong Han's body jumped back, flipped back twice, and after his feet landed, he slid backwards a foot away, and a burst of heat came from the soles of his boots, almost wearing out.

At the same time as the hands were in great pain, a small pit like a chopstick-like pit appeared on the knife body.

As soon as he stood still, the sword shadow in his eyes began to expand again. This is the most basic offensive rhythm of a killer, and when one move works, the moves will go hand in hand.

It's cold in winter, you have a mallet, think there will be a second time?

The Divine Light Trick was lifted, and two solid blue rays shot out, colliding with his pitch-black pupils.

His advancing figure paused, and at this moment, Dong Han's right foot stepped on the ground in front of the figure as fast as lightning, and a knife stabbed into his lower abdomen.

'Snort' and 'bang', but unfortunately there was only the tearing sound of clothes, and a resistance came from the end of the tip of the knife. His body was also shocked by Dong Han's knife and flew backwards, and his eyes recovered in a flash.

At this time, Dong Han also deceived himself with a low sweep, and it was a low whip leg that went straight to his right calf.

He retreated in the same form as the winter cold just now, and also idled twice, and then stepped back a foot to the side on tiptoe.

The three-inch knife edge in the lower abdomen revealed the pitch-black armor, although the armor was not broken this time, but the strength was not small.

But seeing that his face was reddened, his right calf was shaking incessantly.

A few sword swords flashed, stopping Dong Han's forward shape.

"Good boy, you deserve to be able to put these people down. It turns out that you also have this kind of exercise, no wonder? The old man has also opened his eyes. 〞

"Hey, hey, each other. 〞

"Your weapons are not bad, and if you can withstand the full force of the old man's black blade, it can be regarded as an excellent forging technique. 〞

"All of this proves that you are not a simple person, and it seems that there is really going to be a good show now. My dark night is very worried!"

"You'd better worry about yourself first! 〞

"Well, maybe!"

Dong Han didn't wait for him to make the first move this time, and he dodged and approached with a handful of his feet, and at the same time, the sword light and Huo Poked fiercely and unusually rushed forward.

This is an opportunity, that is, to seize the moment of his low pause.

That whip leg was a blow to his body when it was in the air, otherwise his calf would not be able to escape the fate of a broken bone, and even so, that leg would be extremely stinging no matter how hard he tried to do it.

It's like a lion with a broken fang, even if it won't be too much of a problem, it will have a big impact.

Therefore, Donghan will not give up this opportunity.

At this time, his pupils began to glow black again, and they quickly became thick. At this time, his skill has deepened by one percent, but fortunately, he will use this hand in the cold winter.

At the moment of activation, the eyes also changed, and the purple line in the blue light flashed, as if there was a collision of lightning and black fog in the middle of the two, and the arc flickered in the black fog, and then, the black dissipated, and the blue light was canceled out.

But Dong Han had already come to his front, and with a 'buzz', the sound of the sword light cutting through the air, and his figure avoided the sword light and reached his throat.

At this moment, Dong Han saw a black spot the size of a fingernail fly out of a jade jar in his arms, and it flew straight at his cheek.

This black spot has life fluctuations, and I don't have to think about it anymore Dong Han stretched out his left hand to block it, and before he could retreat, there was a numbing pain in his hand, followed by a sharp pain that it was about to drill into the palm of his hand.

You must know that Donghan's palm is protected by Xuanshui, although it is not reflected, it is not something that ordinary insects can break.

The next moment, its own purple thread should not move, and soon appeared in the broken place, and the black life seemed to be frozen, and then, very meekly, lay in Dong Han's hand.

At this time, the winter cold also retreated to two feet away. The old man looked at the black worm on Dong Han's hand, and his face was even more ugly than when he had just been injured.

Ignoring the injured right leg, the figure flashed over very dexterously. The sword momentum seemed to change for a while, as if thousands of dry souls were entwined with the black sword, and they fought with Dong Han again.

Dong Han didn't know why he was so aggressive, even if he was injured just now, he didn't react like this.

It's for this little bug, not rather. Dong Han knew that it would not be surprising if he knew that this little insect had the function of sensing the dead in the 'dark night' at a certain distance.

This time, not only was his sword shadow sharp, but even his left hand made a palm shadow from time to time, and the palm shadow flashed with black mist, just after Dong Han had slapped him a few times. only to realize that the little worm had fallen to the ground on the side with its dying breath at the moment.

After a while, the little worm had no signs of life, and the breath that the old man had forced to mention seemed to have dropped a little. However, he still did not retreat, and still fought fiercely against the winter cold.

The old man thought to himself, "Boy, you're still a little tender!" You must know that if you take care of the little worm that attacked you just now, it will really be a disaster for the 'dark night'. It's a pity you don't know what it's for.

Moreover, the old man's palm is still highly poisonous. He didn't retreat because he didn't have a chance to perceive it, but whenever the toxin in his body generally didn't make drastic movements. Otherwise, it is tantamount to making yourself bored, and it can be said with certainty that it is dying.

In fact, Dong Han was aware of it when he was just in the palm of his hand, but he knew that Dong Han was not afraid of toxins, to be precise, the purple line was not afraid, and it would also bring benefits to Dong Han.

Dong Han saw the smile in his eyes, and his mind turned and he understood. The simple reason is obvious, he is killing the time of winter cold and anti-poison.

Donghan suddenly had a plan, since he had this idea, then he would give him a fake show.

Originally, Donghan still had the last secret trick to use, not because he pretended to be fierce or had reservations, because there was a strange and difficult old man who didn't show up!

In case Donghan uses it, you can't take down the old man in front of you at once, and the one is taking the opportunity to slip away, and if you are entangled here, it will be all in vain.

The old man never showed up, and Dong Han also had no bottom in his heart, what kind of person was that.

A master like them, if they really want to avoid the war or leave, it will be difficult to find it for a while in the winter cold.

Besides, the old man in front of him seems to be a good trap in front of him.

His thoughts were in Dong Han's eyes, but no matter how he thought about it, he would never have thought that the person in front of him would not be afraid of toxins.

Therefore, he has been attacking hard while secretly rejoicing.

My eyes have been carefully observing the winter cold in front of me.

Soon Donghan's movements became sluggish, and his eyes began to flutter a little.

"Toxic?"

"Hehe, boy, accept your fate!"

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