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I saw that after he hid for a while, after seeing that there was no movement, he ran directly into the distance, and soon he was not seen.

It's just that the huge green wolf didn't know what kind of magical ability it had, and it was very easy to lock in the direction of Han Changlin in the dense woods.

The two sides chased each other through the woods.

Suddenly, the black-faced monk who had been looking for Han Changlin's traces in the woods caught a glimpse of a figure flashing through a gap in the forest.

"Found it."

The black-faced monk's eyes moved, and then he immediately beckoned the huge green wolf and chased after the figure.

The huge green wolf could only chase the direction where Han Changlin was, and in this wood, Han Changlin's movements could be described as extremely flexible, coupled with the reason for this dense forest, it was difficult to track down Han Changlin's figure at all.

"What? The disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect are hiding their heads and tails like this, and I really have a lot of insight today. ”

The black-faced monk looked around and ridiculed Han Changlin, trying to provoke him to appear.

However, there was silence all around, and there was no reaction.

"Hmph, I know you're here, do you think you'll escape?"

The black-faced monk continued to shout, and at the same time, he was no longer restraining his aura at this moment, and the cultivation of the eighth layer of qi refining was revealed at this moment.

With a huge green wolf and his own cultivation at the eighth level of Qi refining, the black-faced monk was indeed fearless.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

I saw that on the branch of a large tree hugged by several people not far behind the black-faced monk, Han Changlin's figure quietly appeared.

Then I saw his hands quickly pinch, and then a cold light flashed, and the blue flame sword carried the cold moonlight, and went straight to the black-faced monk.

Han Changlin's move could be said to be unexpected, but the black-faced monk seemed to have expected it, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and then he didn't look back, raised his hand and patted the storage bag on his waist.

Immediately afterward, a dark stone slab flew out, and its surface shimmered.

In an instant, the wind rose, turning into more than a person's height, completely protecting the black-faced monk behind.

"Bell..."

I saw that with a hazy halo flickering on this stone slab, the Blue Flame Sword failed to pierce this dark stone slab after all.

"Hmph, carving insect skills."

The black-faced monk's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and before his words fell, the huge green wolf beside him had already jumped high and devoured Han Changlin.

At the same time, the black-faced monk seized this gap, and out of nowhere, he took out a small pennant and waved it in the direction where Han Changlin was.

In an instant, the bushes around the black-faced monk were windless, and a pitch-black bone blade appeared out of thin air, heading towards Han Changlin.

The pennant was made of unknown material, with a smooth surface and strange patterns on the sides, and a pitch-black skeleton embroidered in the middle.

Faced with the combined attack of the two, Han Changlin's mind flowed, but the movements in his hands did not stop, but he saw the golden-winged mantis appear out of thin air and took the initiative to meet the huge green wolf.

At the same time, he was not in a hurry, and with a move of his hand, he saw the blue flame sword dripping and turning, slashing towards the pitch-black bone blade.

This made the black-faced monk's face change, obviously he never thought that Han Changlin would have such a spirit beast, and his fierce aura was not lower than that of his own green wolf.

But at this moment, it is ready to be sent.

Hard-headed, he shook the pennant in his hand and controlled the pitch-black bone blade.

As for the huge green wolf, it was fighting with the golden-winged mantis.

And the Blue Flame Sword was worthy of being the best magic weapon, and at this moment, under the control of Han Changlin, the pitch-black bone blade spawned by the small pennant was slashed back again and again, and there was no power to fight back.

"Bang".

The two sides fought for several rounds, and finally Han Changlin found a flaw, and slashed at the back of the pitch-black bone blade with one blow.

Directly cut the whole cavity into it, and the surrounding area was covered with subtle cracks.

Seeing this, the black-faced monk's face turned a little pale.

Obviously, he never thought that Han Changlin would be so difficult to deal with.

"The best magic weapon."

The black-faced monk's pupils shrank, and after realizing it, he felt the tremendous force coming from the pitch-black bone blade, and his heart was all horrified.

The pitch-black bone blade and the small pennant in his hand are a set of combined magic weapons.

The tremendous force applied to him through this connection, and his wrist trembled at the moment.

Unexpectedly, this person was actually armed with the best magic weapon, and at the same time, a wave of remorse surged in the heart of the black-faced monk, and he knew that he had kicked the iron plate.

didn't allow him to think too much, so Han Changlin attacked again.

I saw that Han Changlin's right hand was compared to a sword finger, relying on the swordsmanship recorded in the nameless sword technique to drive the Blue Flame Sword, the sword light was like electricity, and it was as fast as the wind.

In an instant, the Blue Flame Sword came to the black-faced monk's eyes with a fierce aura and might.

And the black-faced monk was not a fledgling monk, seeing the crisis coming, he hurriedly sacrificed a three-inch long and wide stone slab, and with the input of the black-faced monk's mana, the entire stone slab quickly grew to more than one person tall and stood in front of him.

At the same time, just as the black-faced monk had just made his defense, the attack of the Blue Flame Sword had already slammed into the stone slab.

"Boom..."

A tremendous force was applied to the slate, causing it to tremble.

Behind the slate, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the black-faced monk at this moment, "Tick... Tick-tock" drips to the ground.

The continuous attacks hit the stone slab, making him rush to respond.

At the same time, a sense of regret arose.

"Daoist friends have something to say, as long as Daoist friends let me live, the things on the lower body are at the mercy of Daoyou."

At this moment, the blackfriar had recognized the gap between the two sides, and he could only put his dignity aside at this moment and began to beg for mercy.

However, Han Changlin did not waver in the slightest in response to the black-clothed monk's words of begging for mercy.

Take advantage of his illness and ask for his life.

Han Changlin's eyes were as silent as water, and he couldn't see any waves.

The blue flame sword turned slightly, and the sword light passed through the sword body, exuding a powerful power, and the momentum of the best magic weapon was revealed at this moment, and it struck again.

On the other side, the black-faced monk saw that Han Changlin ignored his words, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

The small pennant in his hand was waved quickly by him, and the pitch-black bone blade that was connected with it was also immediately radiant, emitting pitch-black black glow, obviously trying to fight Han Changlin to the death.

The moon is slanting to the west.

One black and one red, the two constantly collided in the night sky, the sonorous sound was endless, the sparks were everywhere, and the two fierce momentum that people did not dare to look at collided together.

But the result was no surprise, the pitch-black bone blade was already damaged, and its grade was not as good as the Blue Flame Sword, after all, it was cut into two pieces by the Blue Flame Sword.

"You..."

The black-clothed monk's face turned pale, the small pennant in his hand suddenly shattered, and a trace of red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, which was the backlash brought by the destruction of the magic weapon.

Destroying the pitch-black bone blade, the Blue Flame Sword pursued the victory, and as soon as the magic trick in Han Changlin's hand turned into the Blue Flame Sword, it slashed towards the stone slab.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

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- Hit after hit - attack, the offensive is endless.

The black-faced monk pressed against the massive stone slab, retreating step by step, drawing a ravine several inches deep on the ground.

The aura on the giant stone slab was dim, cracks everywhere, and it seemed that it was about to collapse in the next moment.

And the black-faced monk was even more unbearable, his face was as white as paper, blood flowed from his mouth, and he obviously suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Seeing this, Han Changlin snorted coldly in his heart, he couldn't help but have a lot of dreams at night, and he used the mana of his body at the moment.

"Boom".

Under the blow, the entire giant stone slab instantly withstood a tremendous force.

The next moment, I saw that the original swaying and dim aura on the stone slab completely dimmed, and turned into a three-inch long and wide stone slab again, and bounced away, revealing the black-faced monk behind him.

"Don't, I ..... you"

The black-faced monk's eyes were full of fear and despair, but also a hint of longing for life.

The great terror between life and death, how many people can face it calmly.

Before the black-faced monk could say anything, the Blue Flame Sword galloped in.

The blue flame sword gradually enlarged in the eyes of the black-faced monk, and with just a slight slash, the black-faced monk's head was cut off.

The red blood gushed like a pillar, three feet high, which can be described as shocking.

"Hoo ......"

With such a scene, Han Changlin exhaled a deep breath of turbidity.

Although the Blue Flame Sword is sharp, it consumes a few percent more mana than usual, and there is not much left at the moment.

However, this was not the time to rest, but I saw that the Biyan Sword was under the control of Han Changlin, and the dripping sword blade turned around, pointing directly at the huge green wolf, and in an instant, it was killed on the spot, becoming the food of the golden-winged mantis.

On the other side, after Han Changlin killed the black-faced monk, he began to quickly clean up the battlefield.

This place is not far from Yuanfang City, and it is not known when other monks will pass by here.

In fact, just a quarter of an hour after Han Changlin left, another monk in the late stage of Qi refining appeared here.

After seeing the traces left by the fighting method here, he shouted regret.

The black-faced monk was dead, and Han Changlin came to him, first put away the two small bags around his waist, and then with a flick of his fingers, a fireball technique burned his body to ashes

Of course, before leaving, I didn't forget to take the two broken magic weapons into my arms.

After doing everything, Han Changlin also summoned the Blue Flame Sword again, turned it into a sword light, and headed towards Huiyuan Valley.

The bright moon and the stars shone brightly, and Han Changlin had no twists and turns along the way, returned to the attic where he lived, and after activating the ban, he crossed his knees on the futon and began to recover his mana in a steady and orderly manner.

Almost two hours later, Han Changlin slowly finished his work, and at this moment, his mana was also approaching perfection.

"It's time to see what you've learned here."

Thinking like this, Han Changlin looked to the side, where there were two cloth bags, one green and one black.

The cyan Han Changlin knew that it was a storage bag, and the black one was a spirit beast bag.

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