The huge puppet formed by the final fusion of the sixty-four thunder puppets let out a deafening howl, indicating that his supernatural move had taken shape and was about to explode!

On the other side, the mortal sword in front of Han Jing had already danced in the air.

Like a willow light in the breeze, like a stream babbling in a valley......

Round as the autumn moon!

Sharp as wheat!

Fang is like a green brick!

Missing as a jagged!

The line out of the mountains and rivers is amazing!

The sword sweeps without a trace......

The truly strongest one-style sword moves of "Baji Sword" have successively turned into brilliant walls of light, some are like six-pointed stars, some are like five-star inner lines, some are like gossip and two instruments, and some are undulating like sawtooth in the sea!

This is the real complete "Overlord Sword"!

This is the death sword move that Han Jing sketched out after multiplying the soul power and potential he can now have several times!

When the patterns finally overlapped, there were breathtaking blood-colored ripples on the mortal sword!

"Go!"

With a light snort, Han Jing pinched his fingers into a sword, and with a new move, he controlled the mortal sword with a sword soul, and finally met this shocking hurricane that destroyed the world!

This sword, enchanting and dazzling!

Bang......

It was just an instant, and the sword qi slammed into the hurricane with a sharp edge of more than ten zhang, and suddenly with the impact point as the core, a little light instantly became a black hole that devoured all things, directly sucking the thunder in the hurricane and the sword qi on the mortal sword inside.

When it was soon saturated, with this black hole as the center, a crazy burst occurred...... Thundered......

"Poof...... Because he was affected by his previous injuries, the Han family's sword technique continued to point out at this moment, but the surging force of the shock had already rushed towards his fingers, arms, and body along the trajectory of the sword qi.

Under such an impact, his body retreated more than three feet almost instantly, and only then did he barely stop the trend of retreating-he, withstand!

That's not all, the storm in the center continued to happen, and the tsunami-like impact of the crazy raging was not towards Han Jing's side, but was all urged by the power of that sword, and crushed towards the thunder puppet!

Such a crushing is a kind of victory!

Han Jing's heavenly consciousness could already see the collapse of the hurricane, the trembling of the puppet, and his two-foot body was like a sand sculpture swept by the wind, gradually emitting black thunder and lightning containing strength and vitality backwards!

One breath ......

Two Interest......

After three breaths, an even greater tremor erupted, but there was no sound!

Or maybe it wasn't that there was no sound, it was simply because the sound of the explosion had already surpassed the scope that Han Jing's current strength could hear!

So in the seemingly silent silence, a final collapse happened!

"Roar ......"

With unwillingness, with anger, the puppet died and turned into thunder and crystal light in the sky!

......

At this moment, outside the branch halls of the Divine Alliance Hall of all the five-star and above-five-star empires on the entire Eastern Continent, the crystal walls of light bloomed with golden brilliance to the extreme.

Because someone broke the sixth station of Shoryongdae!

Someone has received countless rewards in the second level of the selection battle, and has directly become a white-robed elder in the East Palace of the Divine Alliance Palace!

Therefore, countless gamblers went crazy, because they became rich overnight because of a warrior named Han Jing!

Countless forces were also shocked at this moment, because they all knew what the guy named Han Jing would mean once he returned from the Divine Fall Realm!

Young wizards are often the targets of major forces!

Especially the ancient wizards, they can attract the attention of countless supreme forces!

But it is precisely because the achievements of such a wizard in the future are too immeasurable that many forces will have the same idea for this kind of wizard: if they can't be co-opted for their own use, then it is better to kill him than to allow him to become a helper of hostile forces!

Thereupon......

From this moment on, countless forces began to calculate how to win over and befriend Han Jing!

From this moment on, more forces began to calculate how to ...... Han Jing Extermination!

......

"The youngest white-robed elder in the history of my East Palace, Han Jing ......" In the private room of the dojo, Zhao Wuji rejoiced: "Fortunately, the old man befriended him first!"

Beside him, the two brothers Counting Qianqiu and Counting Life and Death came to Zhao Wuji's private room again, both with ecstatic expressions on their faces.

Because even if Han Jing ended the assessment of Shenglongtai, they would have already made a lot of money.

Looking at them, Zhao Wuji took a slow breath and said in a voice-like manner, "Two hall masters, will Han Jing die in the Divine Fall Realm?"

In a word, counting Qianqiu and counting life and death woke up from the ecstasy almost at the same time and realized something.

"The better disciples in the selection battle, especially the strongest disciples in the second level of the selection battle, no one has ever returned alive from the Divine Fall Realm in a hundred years!"

"This thing...... Han Jing was also offended by the military hall......"

When the words of the two landed, Zhao Wuji's face gradually became cold: "The current Han Jing is just like my grandson back then!"

......

Above the private room of Zhao Wuji and others, the private room belonging to the palace master Donglei was finally empty.

Dong Lei is gone!

Someone saw that his eyes flashed with excitement when he left, and even his hands trembled slightly!

No one knows what he was expecting, or calculating!

But he left a sentence: "Dantang Hall Master Zhao Wuji, reward Han Jing's pill immediately doubled, and send you the best pill!"

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji and Shu Qianqiu and others below were shocked, and then hurriedly clenched their fists.

"Yes!"

......

On the other side, the sixth platform of Thang Long Terrace has been restored to the appearance of a real floor. Nothing special, marble floors, antique walls, columns, and huge spacious floors!

In a corner, Han Jing supported one hand on the ground, gasping for breath, and blood continued to drip from his mouth and nose to the ground.

"...... It's not fun!"

Laughing miserably, he saw that his arm was already covered with terrible cracks, cracks formed by the splitting of skin and muscles.

Wisps of blood-colored smoke continued to rise from the arm, and the smoke took on a trembling shape because of the trembling of the arm.

"The strength of the Four Realms of Asking Void sacrificed the Extreme Sword, and obtained a sword comparable to the level of the Nine Realms of Asking Void...... But this anti-shock and anti-devouring power is too much, isn't it?"

Taking another deep breath, Han Jing, who was trying to stand up, finally chose to sit cross-legged on the spot, and immediately put several pills into his mouth, then closed his eyes and spit it out.

Under his self-observation, his tendons and blood veins were actually broken a lot, and his dantian also showed a bit of depletion!

The price of this victory is too great!

But at least...... Win!

Airplanes......

At this moment, Han Jing's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly with his eyes closed, and then he opened his eyes because of some unusual slight noise.

At this glance, his sword brow furrowed even tighter: in this space, the rewards that he had not had time to see seemed to have become a little more.

There are more pills and a note......

It's not just a slip of paper, it's something like a simple magic device or a messenger scroll!

Seeing this thing, Han Jing grabbed it directly through the air with a wave of his hand, and unfolded it to take a look: The strongest person in the selection battle, no one has survived from the Divine Fall Realm for a hundred years!

What the?

What does this mean? Who reminds themselves of what?

Just as he was surprised, the note in Han Jing's hand suddenly burned, and turned into a wisp of ashes in an instant!

Looking at the pill again, Han Jing seemed to think of something: Zhao Wuji!