"Come on! Come on! Five of you, four of us, I'll fight two!"

One of the extremely ugly-looking Blood Demon Sect monks gagged and grinned strangely, sweeping over Yang Han and the others.

"Well, who's going to compete with Hana?"

"This fellow Daoist, since the Blood Demon Sect has this heart, why don't we fulfill him, how about we deal with it together?" At this moment, Yang Han's ears sounded the voice of the fat monk.

"That's very good." Yang Han said with a smile.

"Hey, hey." After hearing Yang Han's transmission, the fat monk immediately laughed.

"Don't bother, still a dozen or two? You ugly bastard with one more, I'll beat you both!" The fat friar sneered.

"What!"

The monk surnamed Hua glared, "Okay, well, it's you who is looking for death!"

"But that's okay, there are two delicate beauties left, just enough to pick the blood of Yuan Yin for us, but I don't know where to go from time to time."

The monk surnamed Hua wandered around the tall female nun behind Wei Kun and the fat monk for a moment, and said with a smile.

"Stop! I hate your eyes, fatty, I want you to gouge them out for me!"

The tall beauty was walked up and down by this person's eyes, and suddenly raised her eyebrows and said coldly.

"Oh, my aunt, can you save me my worries? is still gouging out people's eyes, what should I do if your husband and I are buried here?" The fat man smirked.

"Whose husband do you say you are?" The nunnery's eyebrows were straightened again; Almost glared at the fat monk.

"Hey, guess!"

"Weird, weird!" When Yang Han saw the scene in front of him, he immediately shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"But since the fat brother has to deal with two, then Yang naturally can't lose face, and the other two will be handed over to Yang." Yang Han smiled slightly and said loudly.

Yang Han originally planned to do so.

Wei Ying was originally in the early stage of Jindan, and he lost the opportunity to enter the trial tower evolution method to solve the secret technique, and his divine power was very low.

And Wei Kun, although he is also quite powerful, but if he wants to win Wang Tong of Jindan Great Perfection, it is very difficult.

Not to mention these four monks who obviously had supernatural powers far beyond the previous Wang Tong.

"Hehe, Daoyou's surname is Yang, right? Good! Let's fight two brothers!" The fat monk laughed, seemingly ignoring the four members of the Blood Demon Sect at all.

"What a big breath! Today, the four of us will teach you a lesson!" The monk who had reprimanded Wang Tong before frowned and scolded.

Whew! Rinse! Swish! The four figures flashed in unison, and the four phantoms were divided into two strands, attacking Yang Han and the fat monk respectively! And the technique is all the same, it is nothing more than using a magic weapon to bombard, and the strange blood is wrapped around the magic weapon, which makes people unable to guess the truth and reality.

"Hehe, it's fiction or reality, try it and you'll know!"

Yang Han's eyes flashed with coldness, and the Jiuyang Killing Immortal Knife in his hand was suddenly covered with a layer of blood, and he greeted the two of them.

At the same time, the Jiuyang Demon Flame soared horizontally and vertically, and then violently retracted it, planting the fire of the Jiuyang Demon Flame into the four Blood Demon Sect disciples.

"Huh? This demon flame is so domineering!"

The four of them were all shocked, but the momentum was unabated, and they were still fierce and abnormal! "Sure enough, these four Wang Tong who were still before, as well as the two Jindan Great Perfection monks, are different, the Jindan is round and solid, and the strength is long."

Yang Han secretly said in his heart, "I'm afraid it's a hard battle!"

"Hehe, Brother Yang is so powerful! This demon flame is domineering!"

The fat man laughed, "Good! Since Brother Yang helped the fat man, then I naturally want to pull Brother Yang too!" The fat man finished laughing, his hands were sealed, and the momentum of the hard bombardment with the two Blood Demon Sect disciples suddenly stopped, and with his hands as the center, he released a dazzling white light!

"This!"

The white light passed away quickly, but the four Blood Demon Sect disciples were all stunned!

"Such a domineering supernatural power, my top-grade magic weapon, at this moment, I can only use half of the low-grade magic weapon

Might!" The monk's face changed and he exclaimed.

"So domineering! It seems that this fat man's attainments in the path of instruments are profound and terrifying!" Yang Han secretly screamed in his heart.

Magical powers like this cannot be exercised in a vacuum.

Just like the relationship between the rune realm and the rune path that Yang Han saw before, the white soft light that this fat man displayed must have something to do with the instrument path.

Even if it is not a supernatural power within the instrument path, it must be inextricably linked with the instrument path! "Humph! Don't be proud, in this Blood Secret Cave within the Sea of Blood, the Blood Demon Dao Technique of our Blood Demon Sect can exert great power!"

"Three senior brothers, there is no need to follow the previous distribution, let Feng entangle one and kill this fat man first!" The monk snorted coldly, flew up, and killed Yang Han!

Compared to the Jiuyang Demon Flame, it is still this fat man's magical power to weaken the power of the magic weapon is more difficult!

"Haha! One person wants to entangle Yang?"

Seeing this, Yang Han immediately laughed, shook the magic knife in his hand, and greeted him without having to let go! Boom! The sound of metal resonating immediately sounded, and although the power of this blade was weakened, the hardness was still there!

But this power is weakened, and this monk surnamed Feng is in the Nine Yang Demon Flame in his body, where can he deal with Yang Han who has blasted through this acupoint and cast the blood gang?

Just one collision, he was blasted out of the way by Yang Han!

"Is this still a monk in the early days of Jindan? This sword is definitely the power that only a Jindan Great Perfection monk can slash!"

The monk surnamed Feng stared at Yang Han in disbelief.

"Hehe, what do you say?" The corners of Yang Han's mouth cracked, and the tip of his tongue licked his lips, with excitement on his face.

But on the fat man's side, the situation was not optimistic, and the three of them made the fat man drag his small sword that was only two feet long and fled around.

look, extremely embarrassed.

But Yang Han saw more than just these at a glance

"This fat man is so terrifying in speed and body! Surrounded and intercepted by the three Jindan Great Perfection monks, in this space of less than a hundred zhang yuan, he was able to easily avoid all attacks and interceptions!"

Yang Han's heart was shocked! With such a body style and speed, Yang Han asked himself, even after planting the Nine Yang Demon Flame on it, it would be difficult to catch up with the other party!

"But with such a fast speed, doesn't that mean I can solve it here with ease?"

Yang Han smiled, and his gloomy gaze looked at the monk surnamed Feng of the Blood Demon Sect.

Yang Han's body was full of murderous intent, murderous aura and demonic aura were entangled together, and the monk surnamed Nafeng who looked at it felt a chill in his back.

"Hehe, you are also a Jindan Great Perfection monk, facing me, a monk in the early stage of Jindan, do you use it like this?" Yang Han smiled and mocked.

"Humph!"

The monk surnamed Feng turned pale, "I'll let you see Feng's supernatural powers!"

I saw him concentrating and calming, levitating the magic weapon in front of him, and his hands were constantly sealing, and then his eyes kicked and he shouted coldly, "Yin Demon Blood Sword" Then this person pushed violently with both hands, and the blood qi around him was mixed with demonic energy, and it condensed into more than a dozen blood swords that condensed into substance around him! The cold light on it flickered, and it was obviously very powerful!

"Quick Victory!"

After summoning the blood sword, the monk surnamed Hua broke off with a shout, and with a squeeze of the law in his hand, more than a dozen blood swords suddenly shot towards Yang Han!

After a few rounds of confrontation, the four people of the Blood Demon Gate also understood that this fat and thin two people were not easy to deal with, so they naturally didn't dare to make any more moves.

Otherwise, being dragged down by Yang Han's Nine Yang Demon Flame, the form would become extremely unfavorable to them!

"Bloodhammer!"

"Bloody rain!"

"Blood Dragon Dafa!"

All of a sudden, all the monks of the Blood Demon Sect showed their magical powers, and their momentum was very childish!

"Suffered, the magic power of these three people who no longer keep their hands is exhausted, I don't know if this fat man can resist it." Yang Han said secretly in his heart, faintly worried.

"Boss, let me go

！」

The little spider shouted in Yang Han's mind.

"It's not your time yet."

After Yang Han replied, he went on again! met the more than a dozen blood swords in front of him, and behind the blood swords, it was a monk surnamed Feng who attacked with a magic weapon.

"Hehe, doll, Yang doesn't have time to play with you!" The corners of Yang Han's mouth cracked without any beauty, and the seven-foot-long Jiuyang Killing Immortal Knife slashed out! Slashed at the monk surnamed Feng!

"Broken! Break! Break!"

Yang Han shouted, and the blood gang on Yang Han's magic knife suddenly expanded, directly flicking the Shi'er sword aside!

"Hehe, die!"

Yang Leng laughed, a terrifying light shot out of his eyes, and he pressed down with a knife! Flutter! The magic knife entered the body three inches from the shoulder, and even the atrium was split in half by this knife! However, the other party is a Jindan Great Perfection monk, and although the injury is not light, it is not serious.

"It's so strong that after this blood-colored qi unfolds, the strength is actually even more violent than just now!" The monk surnamed Hua screamed secretly, holding the magic weapon in his backhand, and hit Yang Han.

But where will Yang Han let him hit? After the first blow was successful, he quickly retreated several feet and jumped out of the man's attack range.

"Ugh...... Is this blood poison?"

The monk surnamed Hua had just forced Yang Han back, but he felt a wave of heat pouring out of his body!

"That's right."

Yang Han smiled slightly, shook the seven-foot magic knife in his hand, and beads of blood dripped from it.

"I see, your knife is coated with blood poison?" The monk asked.

"You can understand it that way." Yang Han smiled slightly, now Yang Han is not in a hurry.

The magic knife slashed into the opponent's body, not only did the blood poison enter the body, but at the same time, there was also a wisp of Jiuyang Demon Flame.

At this moment, the Nine Yang Demon Flame attached to the Jin Dan of this Wind Monk is several times that of the previous one, and the effect is naturally the same.

Coupled with the invasion of blood poison into the body, the weakening and consumption that this monk surnamed Feng has suffered every moment now is not comparable to what he just now.

Even if he is left alone, it will be difficult to recover his combat strength in a short time.

And in his state, Yang Han is confident that if he has one more breath, he can be put to death!

"Wow, yes!"

At this moment, the fat man who was entangled with the three people on the side suddenly screamed!

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