Gao Han faced the powerful Drunken Spear Saint, and only nodded lightly: "Senior, you have won the award, if you hadn't let it go just now, I wouldn't have been able to kill so many people, this is all the credit of your senior!"

His words were from the bottom of his heart, and indeed with the strength of the Drunken Spear Saint, if he didn't want Gao Han to kill this person, it would be easy, and even help him write it down, he could do it, but the Drunken Spear Saint didn't do it.

This undoubtedly gave Gao Han a chance to kill, since the other party was so cooperative, Gao Han didn't go all the way and cut those people to the roots.

Now, all the people have finally been killed, and only the Drunken Spear Saint is left, but Gao Han's law has also consumed a lot, but fortunately, he has absorbed a lot of the power of the law, and absorbed it while consuming it, and it has been restored.

Although it is not Gao Han's real strength now, if it is said that he is only fighting with the Drunken Spear Saint now, it is very good for Gao Han.

At least compared to this, the Drunken Spear Saint has no chance of joining forces, and the chance of survival is still relatively large.

"Without those second-hand stocks, we can have a happy fight, and besides, I have long seen that those people are not pleasing to the eye, and the people of the Sword Hall are good to say, but in my opinion, they are just people who sell their reputations, the arrogance of the mad king of the volcano, and the people who look down on time.

The people of Daoling, what kind of sixteen teams have been formed, the heart of hegemony, it is obvious, the Star Picking Pavilion, a bunch of rats, that's it! As for those three forces, Lao Tzu has long wanted to destroy them, but they are just borrowing your hand. If I do, then there will inevitably be a vicious fight......"

After the Drunken Spear Saint finished speaking, he smiled faintly. With a flash in his hand, a wine gourd appeared in his hand, and the drunken spear saint raised his head, poured the wine in the wine gourd into his mouth, moved his Adam's apple up and down, and swallowed it into his belly.

"Hiccup...... Let's fight" The drunken spear saint poured all the wine in the wine gourd into his stomach in one breath, and couldn't help but burp. His eyes began to blur, his body staggered, and circles were drawn in place.

And it's a bit difficult to speak. It's a bit of a big tongue, Gao Han thought about it for a long time before he understood.

It seems to be poured, and it seems to be drunk but not drunk. The spear in his hand began to scratch in the air indiscriminately. There is not a trace of damage in the space in the air.

Suddenly, he jumped up, broke through a thousand pounds, and smashed the body of the drunken spear saint into a fist-sized stone.

It's just that there is a hundred-meter hill under that small stone, although this hill is not high, but it is not small, Gao Han believes. This shot will definitely be able to break all the stones up and down the mountain.

After all. Looking at the momentum of this shot, it is not surprising that it has reached such a point, and the sound of breaking the air is endless.

However, when the opponent shot down, the stone on it did not even have traces, not even the dust, and when the opponent softly drew the shot, the stone on it still did not change.

But the hill below was suddenly cracked from the middle, and the cut surface was very smooth, completely cracked.

Gao Han's eyes were cold: "This drunken spear saint is really too powerful, this is the law of rigidity and softness, and the other party has already practiced to the point of being the most proficient, and has even reached the point of being rigid with softness, and softness with rigidity!"

The seemingly strong gun wind did not bring any harm at all, and the seemingly weak and weak shot could slowly draw a crack in the air, which has already practiced the meaning of rigidity and softness to the realm of Xiaocheng.

Suddenly, the other party slashed a shot violently, Gao Han's eyes were cold, although he had a hard heart to resist, but he was worried about fraud, so he did not resist hard, but quickly dodged this shot and came to the back of the gun.

However, that shot did not stab, and when it was halfway through the stab, it began to slowly retreat, and it swept in front of Gao Han, where Gao Han hid, and it happened to be the place where the opponent made a move.

It seems that the other party has been able to combine rigidity and softness for a long time to achieve such an effect, as long as he wants to attack, he will always come to the nearest place, and that is to dodge that shot.

The tip of the gun began to cut through the space, although the speed was not very fast, but Gao Han actually had a feeling that he couldn't dodge, and Gao Han suddenly thought of the reason.

"Space mystery, I didn't expect him to apply the space mystery to this!" Gao Han was shocked in his heart, it seems that the other party has indeed not lived in vain all these years.

Integrate his own tricks with the mysteries of space, and even run the mysteries in his own laws.

It seems to be a long distance, but in fact it is very close to Gao Han, and it suddenly appeared in front of Gao Han, the soft power, Gao Han can't feel it at all, the strong power inside.

This gun didn't seem to have zài, not even a trace of wind was lifted, and gradually, Gao Han actually had an illusion, that is, this gun didn't exist at all, and gradually disappeared from Gao Han's eyes.

Gao Han was surprised, and hurriedly looked around, but found that even the owner of this gun, the Drunken Spear Saint, could not see it.

However, at this time, Gao Han suddenly felt a pain in his flank, and the gun pierced into his lower abdomen from the bottom up.

And the drunken spear saint's eyes were hazy, as if he was asleep, as if he had gradually fallen asleep, and finally murmured.

Although Gao Han didn't know what to say, Gao Han knew that it didn't matter, the important thing was that the seemingly chaotic footwork of the Drunken Spear Saint was secretly in line with the trajectory, the trajectory of the space gap.

In this way, not only can you dodge the attack, but you can also reach the unthinkable place, and launch an attack by surprise, which is difficult to prevent.

The drops of blood that flowed out of Gao Han's body disappeared into the air, and Gao Han's heart moved, and a cold ice law erupted from Gao Han's wound location, instantly freezing the opponent's spear.

By the way, he also froze his wounds, and the cold ice quickly spread along the spear of the Drunken Spear Saint towards the hand of the Drunken Spear Saint.

The drunken spear saint's eyes narrowed, he quickly pulled out, quickly retreated, and shook the cold ice away with a shake of the spear in his hand.

Then, the body swayed, and the Dao Ice Blades that Gao Han hit out were all dodged by the other party's seemingly funny figure.

And the shot of the drunken spear saint made Gao Han tired to deal with it, and the kind of marksmanship that was rigid with softness and softness with rigidity made Gao Han suffer a lot.

Originally, Gao Han saw that the other party used a strong shot, so he was ready to block it with an ice shield formed by cold ice at will, but he didn't want to, when the gun arrived in front of him, it suddenly slowed down, and in just one moment, it shattered Gao Han's cold ice.

Later, the drunken spear saint used a soft gun, Gao Han had no choice, and was ready to attack and defend, but when Gao Han's attack reached the opponent's spear, he found that his blow was like hitting cotton, and he couldn't make an uncomfortable feeling at all.

When his attack was withdrawn, the opponent's gun pursued and wounded himself again.

After a hundred moves, Gao Han's body was almost unable to withstand this kind of injury, and blood kept spitting out of his mouth, and the blood loss alone made Gao Han feel that the world was spinning.

In the end, Gao Han felt that if he didn't think of a way, he was afraid that he would die here.

"Roulette of life and death!" Gao Han shouted silently in his heart, the two roulette wheels appeared in Gao Han's hands, and quickly merged together, and he died in his life, and he secretly restrained the strength of rigidity and softness.

Come to think of it, rigidity and softness are two opposite sides, and life and death are also opposite sides, and they are much more mysterious and powerful than rigidity and softness.

However, although the rigidity and softness of the mystery were controlled, Gao Han still couldn't break the opponent's footwork, and the feeling of being drunk and waking up perfectly avoided Gao Han's attack every time.

Gao Han's eyes were cold: "In that case, seal it instantly!"

He used the instant seal again, but the drunken spear saint was in the space, like a loach, and he dodged it, and it seemed that the other party's spatial mystery had reached an incredible point.

Subsequently, despite the cold ice for three thousand miles, no one was able to attack the opponent's body.

Now Gao Han is beginning to understand that his attack methods seem to be too few, and so far, that is, three thousand miles of ice, years, life and death roulette, instant sealing these few tricks, and the rest is nothing.

The attack moves are too monotonous, and if you use these tricks repeatedly, it will naturally be easy for others to see the weakness, so that sooner or later you will have the moment of defeat.

Now is a good example, although the opponent's marksmanship, he is faintly restrained, but the roulette wheel of life and death can not be used, and in an instant, the opponent can also use the footwork of the space to move.

Not to mention the three thousand miles of ice, they can't trap each other at all, and they have been dodged by each other over the years, and even in the ice, every foot is in the gap in the space to avoid the cold ice, every time it is a brush with the ice wall, every time Gao Han is hopeful, but he is disappointed.

"It's really not good, the other party is too powerful, and it is worthy of the legend that he is the number one master under top masters such as the White Sword Saint and the Little Sword Saint. Gao Han's eyes were cold, and he began to have a preliminary understanding of the other party's strength.

"Be careful, Lao Tzu was the first heir of the Star Pavilion, when I was the emperor level, it was the second-layer emperor level against the sky, and now I have grown to this point, you can fight with me for more than a hundred moves, you are already very good!"

The drunken spear saint suddenly stopped his move, and stood in place lightly, like that, as if he had come to his senses, he looked at Gao Han lightly and said, as if the person who made the antics just now was not him at all, and he was like two people just now. (To be continued......)