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The red light in Alquet's eyes suddenly dimmed, and the flowing air at the same time had a heavy taste, as Alquet's figure turned into a looming afterimage, instantly passing through a distance of dozens of meters, his claws spread, and he grabbed Han Jin's throat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is said that the old man does not take his muscles and bones as his ability, but the blood clan is a special life, every vampire is a natural warrior, although Alquet has been dormant for many years, his explosive power, speed, etc., there is no sign of degradation.

Han Jin didn't move, as if he couldn't see this extremely powerful attack, but a white flame suddenly ignited in the air, blocking his throat.

Seeing that Alquet's fingertips were about to penetrate the white flame, he suddenly changed his move, his right claw retracted, and his left claw poked out, reaching out to Han Jin's heart.

Another white flame appeared, blocking Han Jin's chest, and Alquet's figure slid to the side like a cloud, and with a flip of his right claw, he stabbed Han Jin in the back of the neck.

Han Jin deliberately provoked Alquet in order to induce Alquette to launch a desperate attack and confront the three-flavor true fire he released, now it seems that Alquet is not so easy to be fooled, Han Jin was slightly disappointed in his heart, but he didn't have time to think about it, and released the three-flavor true fire again to block Alquet's attack.

A sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of Alquet's mouth, and with a flick of his fingertips, he flicked the three-flavor true fire, which flew backwards as if it had been hit by something, hitting the back of Han Jin's head, turning into a roaring fire.

The Three Flavors True Fire was indulged by the Divine Thoughts, and no matter how amazing the momentum of the explosion was, it would not cause harm to Han Jin himself, but Alquet's fingertips suddenly accelerated, and they were already close to the back of Han Jin's neck.

Han Jin was shocked but not confused, he was protected by the Divine Fighting Technique, and his reaction speed was also extremely fast, he dodged to the side, and then sank to the ground.

The next moment, Han Jin appeared dozens of meters away, he touched the back of his neck with his hand, and when he retracted his hand again, his hand was already stained with red and bright blood, but his expression was still very calm, as if the injured person was not him: "I heard Guevara say that there are some super-level powerhouses who can turn their spiritual power into substance, and you are one of them." ”

"Lord Raphael, if your weapon is just this pathetic little flame, I think, we can end it. Alquette smiled evilly and walked towards Han Jin step by step.

"It's over? Han Jin suddenly let out a clear roar, and a green light shot out, turning into a giant sword more than ten meters long, and then his body stretched out and greeted Alquette straight.

If a martial artist sees Han Jin's sword moves here, he might laugh off his big teeth, but first, he must be able to see clearly!

Han Jin has no attainments in swordsmanship, although he has been instructed by Guevara, but it is far from making up for the huge gap, and his sword moves have only one advantage: fast!

With the Finger Sword, his fingertips swung slightly, and the giant sword slashed through the space of dozens of meters, and each sword swept out, it could turn his surroundings into a world of flying sand and rocks, and the sword light forcibly broke through the air barrier at a speed beyond the limit, bringing a deafening sound of wind and thunder.

The minotaurs in the distance could no longer see Han Jin's figure clearly, all they could see was one sword wave after another, endless, each more fierce and dazzling, and even gave them the illusion that they were about to devour heaven and earth.

Alquet's footsteps froze suddenly, and then quickly retreated, Han Jin's sword light was too fast, and he couldn't catch the direction with his eyesight, so he could only choose to avoid its edge.

Han Jin continued to sprint forward, Alquet kept retreating backwards, in the blink of an eye, Alquet had already withdrawn hundreds of meters, I don't know when, his cheeks that looked pale because he had not seen the light for a long time had become blood red, and he was forced to retreat by a human being, which was an unbearable humiliation for him, Alquet's right claw clenched into a fist, and slowly retracted backwards, until he could no longer shrink, his fist condensed, and then slammed forward, condensed into a substantial spiritual power like a huge iron cone, deeply embedded in the sword light.

If the sword light released by Han Jin is an endless wave, then Alquet's fist strength is a towering reef, which is purely a clash of strengths!

There was a bang on the ground, and the sword shadow in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the sharp green light returned to its original state, spinning like a weak straw and flying into the air, and Alquet also took a few steps back one after another.

Han Jin's expression was still very calm, as if he had expected this scene, his left hand quickly pinched his handprint, and he was also singing a mantra in his mouth: "Ruyi, God is frightened and fearful......"

Alquet took a long breath, and then his body swept forward, and the lightning pressed towards Han Jin, with his strength, it still took a few breaths to recover, he didn't believe that the other party could recover faster.

Han Jin flipped his left wrist, and a silk thread that emitted light appeared out of thin air, swimming rapidly, and pounced on Alquet like a spirit snake.

Alquet repeated the old trick, flicked his fingertips, and a spiritual tentacle that turned into substance stopped the silk thread, who knew that the silk thread was not strong, twisted slightly, and then wrapped around Alquet's body, Alquet screamed, and grabbed the silk thread with his backhand, and then he was stunned, he could see the silk thread, but he couldn't feel what he was grabbing, in a blooming colored light, the silk thread had been wrapped around Alquet's body, and began to shrink inward.

Han Jin's figure unfolded, and white and scorching fireballs appeared in his palms, shooting towards Alquet like a series of bullets.

In this life-and-death situation, Alquet suddenly calmed down, and a wave of spiritual power that was imperceptible to the naked eye centered on his body and released outward.

Rumble... Boom...... A series of explosions sounded, and a layer of physical barrier composed entirely of spiritual power appeared around Alquet's body, and although the three-flavor true fire was sharp, it could not penetrate the spiritual power barrier and cause damage to Alquet.

Seeing that the Three Flavors True Fire didn't work, Han Jin moved a little faster, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Alquet and punched Alquet in the cheek.

It's just that his fist, like the Three Flavors True Fire, was bounced away by something extremely flexible, but Han Jin didn't give up, and swung his fists hard, attacking like a storm, and the spinning green mang, under the control of Han Jin's divine thoughts, quickly approached here.

Alquet's figure suddenly shot into the air like a cannonball, and in the sharp and piercing howl that resounded throughout the plain, the silk thread tied to Alquet's body was actually stretched open, but it was still a little unstable, and the silk thread was sometimes tightened and sometimes expanded, obviously, the mana on the fairy rope was in the final confrontation with Alquet's spiritual power.

Alquet's figure was already shrouded in a dazzling brilliance, and at this moment, he didn't have any taste of an abyssal degenerate, but rather like a god who had descended into the world!

Impossible! Han Jin was shocked inexplicably in his heart, but now was not the time to think and analyze, he immediately pinched the magic technique, appeared beside Alquet, and smashed his fist into Alquet's heart.

There was another howl, and Alquet's figure suddenly turned into a silver bat, and shot out like lightning, and the instantly tightened fairy rope caught the air, and then turned into an inconspicuous silk thread.

Han Jin let out a roar of rage, pinched the spell, and then a white light chased after him, hitting Alquet. A true fighter will never give up his belief until the last breath, not to mention that Han Jin knows very well that when the Blood Clan releases the Transfiguration Technique, it is when they are the most vulnerable!

The approaching green mang shook in the wind, turning into a giant sword more than 20 meters long, wrapped in the power of Wan Jun but quietly slashed down.

Sure enough, Alquet, who was shrouded in the Pure Light Charm, let out a painful scream, not only in pain, but in this moment, he could not see or hear anything, and in an instant, the greatsword had fallen on the head of the silver bat.

Blood burst out, and the silver bat fell to the ground like a stone, slamming heavily on the ground, but Alquet had recovered his prototype, but the injury was still there, wisps of blood flowed down his forehead, dripping down his cheeks and nose, looking very miserable, at least much more miserable than Han Jin.

"It's been a long time...... It's been a long time since I've been so embarrassed......" Alquet said softly, quietly looking at the dripping blood, there was no anger in his eyes, only a faint trace of regret.

Han Jin withdrew the bundle of immortal ropes, pinched the magic trick, and reappeared on the ground.

"Are you ready...... Alquet's gaze turned to Han Jin.

Han Jin gently stroked the green mang in front of him with his fingertips, looking playful and noncommittal.

Alquet opened his mouth and let out a deafening roar, Han Jin pinched the magic at the same time, but when the roar reached his ears, he suddenly felt that his mind was blank, he forgot his purpose, forgot his own Dao, and even forgot his past and origin, and now Han Jin is like a person who has completely lost his memory and can't remember anything.

Alquet swung his right fist, and a ball of imperceptible fist power roared towards Han Jin, and as the punch approached, a shallow ditch appeared on the ground, as if there was an invisible fish swimming.

Han Jin had a look of pain on his face, and finally broke free from the blank, but the strength of his fist had already rushed to his face, and with a little finger, the green light suddenly turned into a giant sword, which was blocking in front of him.

With a bang, in the hard-hitting collision, the giant sword was once again shattered and turned into a looming green mang, and twice in succession, Han Jin was at a disadvantage, which proved that in terms of pure strength, there was still a big gap between him and Alquet.

Qingmang flew backwards, Han Jin raised his hand to catch his flying sword, and the force attached to the flying sword made him take two steps back before he could stabilize his body.

Alquet let out a sneer, he still disdained Han Jin on the surface, but in fact he was really a little afraid, Han Jin's magic was too weird, and the magic props he had were so mysterious and terrifying, he didn't want to get close to Han Jin anymore no matter what.

Alquette let out another roar, and before the sound wave approached, Han Jin took a deep look at Alquet and sank to the ground.

(To be continued)