It turned out to be them, no wonder Zhao Han always felt a little strange before, how did this Origin Spirit Realm Martial Arts look like leeks in the ground, stubble after stubble popping out, but it turned out to be acquaintances, except for the nine-fingered beggar demon who appeared halfway.

"Oh, I don't think this bull demon looks at us a little strangely, as if he knows us. ”

It was the man with short hair who was carrying a giant blade larger than others on his back, his facial features were clear, and there was a centipede-like scar from the corner of his left eye to his right chin, which almost split his entire face in two, adding a bit of ferocious and domineering aura, and what was even more terrifying was that the terrifying knife intent emanating from his body almost distorted the air, and with just one glance, Zhao Han felt that his eyes were about to explode.

"It must be the one who dominates the knife gate, and it can't be beaten. ”

Zhao Han blinked vigorously, trying to control the tears that were almost coming out of his eyes, and turned his head to look at the other person.

This person is a bit similar to the previous Origin Spirit Realm Martial Artist of the Tyrant Sword Sect, not the facial features, but the temperament and breath, I think it should be the Origin Spirit Martial Artist of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion with the same name as the Tyrant Sword Sect.

The aura of the two is similar, but they are completely different, if they are subdivided, the difference between the two is very obvious, which can be seen from their respective weapons.

"Could it be the reincarnation of the peacock spirit, it's really ugly enough. Zhao Han looked at the sword box behind this person that spread out like a peacock opening the screen, and couldn't help but complain.

The last man was more distinctive than the first two, dressed in a Taoist costume, but his forehead and the back of his head were extremely polished, only his temples had long hair standing up from a tree, like a sheep's horn, and a bronze mask in the shape of a goat.

"Even if you want to show your identity, you don't have to do this, or you can just engrave the three words Qingyang Palace on the door of your head. ”

Zhao Han was bulls' eyes, and wantonly judged the three Origin Spirit Realm Martial Masters, and then stopped saying a word and watched coldly.

Hmph, now that our big guy is here, let's not rush it, play slowly.

"How do I feel that this bull demon was judging us just now?"

"Yes, those eyes, like looking at animals, could it be that a few of us are three animals in its eyes?"

The Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion and the Badao Sect, the two Origin Spirit Realm Martial Arts, glanced at each other, and then turned their heads to look at the one in Qingyang Palace in tacit understanding.

"Don't look at me, I want to hit someone. The Origin Spirit of Qingyang Palace said quietly, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, "I felt contempt in its gaze. ”

Although this look is ugly out of the realm, it is really unbearable to be despised by a demon clan.

The corners of the two of the 20,000 Sword Pavilion and the Badaomen twitched when they heard this, and they held their lower abdomen, and they worked hard to hold back the laughter back into their stomachs.

Seeing this, the face under the mask suddenly became the background color of the pot, he reached out and grabbed it in annoyance, and the whole person rose into the air, and the spiritual power surged, and a touch of snow and sword light was as bright as a crescent moon, slashing towards Zhao Han's four hooves.

Dealing with a demon clan with many demon handsome levels, this Qingyang Palace's Origin Spirit Martial Arts did not use all his strength, nor did he exert his martial will, relying entirely on his strong spiritual power, but Rao is so, this valley is also flat and sets off strange winds, rolling up sand and gravel, and the sky is dark, blowing people's faces and faces.

"The life martial arts of this Origin Spirit Realm are indeed powerful, and the spiritual power is far from being comparable to the Bao Dan Life Martial Arts, but it is only a little stronger than me, and after I break through the Bao Dan Realm, I will surpass him in minutes. ”

In the face of the attack of the Qingyang Palace's Founding Spirit Martial Force, Zhao Han's bull's eyes rolled, the white smoke spit out between his mouth and nose became more and more rapid, and the huge body of the mountain rushed out in an instant, not dodging or dodging, but actually bumped into the opponent's bright sword light unreasonably!

This collision was very sudden, completely out of the expectations of several Origin Spirit Martial Artists in the field, especially the one from Qingyang Palace, when facing Zhao Han's unreasonable charge, the word "unstoppable" involuntarily appeared in his mind.

The next moment, the bright sword light poured down with an incomparable sharpness, the light and shadow were hazy, and the brilliance was sublimated, like a waterfall, and it slashed at Zhao Han's body fiercely.

Choke choke!

A series of sharp and piercing sounds bloomed, and even a little spark was born in the void, and the pale golden glow bloomed, Zhao Han's thick skin and the layer of golden armor on his body were directly cut through, and the flesh and blood were dripping, but that's all, and then Zhao Han's speed broke out again, and he crashed into his arms in the stunned eyes of Qingyang Palace, and the thick and sharp horns were even inserted into the end, piercing his chest, directly picking him into the air, and the blood soared, and then all the way without stopping, ramming more than ten zhang, directly into the mountain wall.

Rumble!

The valley was dusty, flying sand and rocks, and the mountain walls were puffing and shaking like rain and gravel.

Zhao Han gasped, and the red and purple colors on the unicorn in front of his forehead were intertwined, and the electric light was scorching, and the Qingyang Palace Origin Spirit Martial Arts hanging on the unihorn were scorched black.

"It's hard. ”

Zhao Han stepped back, pulled most of his body out of the mountain wall, shook his head, and threw the charred corpse on the unicorn directly to the ground.

"Finally died, the chest and abdomen were broken, all the internal organs and six or seven percent of the body were scorched, and the gods were saved when they came. ”

Zhao Han gasped heavily, only to feel the hot pain on his body, and the physique that had been repeatedly tempered with the Great Ri Glazed Golden Body Technique and the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons was still broken, and there seemed to be a strange force at the wound like a maggot on the tarsal bone, obstructing the healing of the wound, domineering and fierce, and trying to spread to the periphery of the wound.

This feeling is not unfamiliar to Zhao Han, he had experienced it before entering the White Bird Secret Realm, this kind of strange power is the opponent's martial arts will, if other martial artists who do not condense the martial arts will are recruited, it is naturally difficult to eliminate, but for Zhao Han, as long as he finds a place to retreat for a few hours, he can eliminate it, it is not a difficult thing.

"What a hot temper, this bull demon, it seems that it is not easy to submit. The Origin Spirit Martial Artist of the Sword Gate looked at Zhao Han with approval in his eyes, "But the more this is the case, the more interesting it will be to surrender." ”

"Be careful not to be careless like the white sand, capsizing in the gutter. The one from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion laughed, "The elder of the dignified Qingyang Palace was actually overturned by a demon-handsome calf, which simply disgraced the face of the Qingyang Palace. ”

"Damn it!"

At this moment, an angry roar came from the charred corpse that was thrown aside by Zhao Han.

Immediately after, the suffocating spiritual power came out of the scorched corpse, the void shook, a bright light lit up, the mist breeded, the glow surged, and a domineering and weird aura rose up, manifesting a scimitar like a crescent moon on this scorched corpse, the knife light was cold, the knife intent was cold and ruthless, treacherous and deadly.

Zhao Han suddenly felt a creep, and there was a terrifying killing machine boiling in the void, almost igniting the air and turning it into a rope, locking his qi machine firmly.