At this moment, a low muffled roar suddenly sounded in the long river behind Zhao Han, and then, the surging river water rose to the sky, and the originally quiet and flowing river surface boiled in an instant, and a large splash of water flew up, the water was rolling, and the mist was surging, as if there was an evil dragon raging at the bottom of the river.

The rising water level soon overflowed the shallows on both sides of the long river, and the hills and ravines that were cut by the knife qi on Zhao Han's side died down after making unwilling "zizz" sounds when the river overflowed, and there was no movement.

For a while, the long river roared, the water mist transpired, and the sky over the river was even more cloudy, and the demon wind gusted, as if there was a peerless demon brewing at the bottom of the river, about to break the seal and wreak havoc on the world.

"What's going on?"

Bai Risha was shocked, and he didn't care about capturing Zhao Han at this time, he flew back more than ten zhang, and he didn't know when he had held a four-foot-long, bright scimitar like a crescent moon in his hand, and the martial arts will behind him was manifested, and the spiritual power was surging, and he was engrossed, and he was extremely vigilant to watch the river that suddenly changed dramatically.

"What kind of demon is there to make such a commotion!"

"Haha, little fifth sister, don't make trouble, hurry up and drive this nasty guy away or slaughter him, he is so old and so shameless, he dares to fly in the sky naked, he is so shameless!"

Zhao Han laughed, pounded the ground vigorously, arrogant, and glanced at the crotch of the white sun with disdain, and then shook his head, his contempt overflowing.

"Bastard!"

Seeing this, Bai Risha was furious, even if he had been practicing hard for a hundred years, and his qi cultivation kung fu was very profound, but after facing Zhao Han's humiliating action involving the dignity of a man, he still couldn't control the nameless anger in his heart, and slashed with the scimitar in his hand.

When he landed, a brilliant sword light lit up, swallowing up the surrounding light in an instant, and even the sun in the sky lost its color under this brilliant sword light.

"I'm going, I'm really hairy!" Zhao Han shouted, turned over and rolled back, and rushed into the river with a "poof".

"Wow~"

The next moment, the river was agitated, and a red figure was like a hidden dragon ascending into the abyss, breaking through the water, and slashing into the bright light that made the sun lose its color.

This red figure is petite but flexible, extremely fast, swimming in the void is actually pulling out a residual image, in a moment, water and water, land, sky and other places, but wherever there is a knife shadow, there is a red shadow with it.

Until this moment, Bai Risha's face finally showed a look of shock, before he instantly slashed out one thousand eight hundred and twenty-three times, including the four directions of water, underwater, land, and sky, not only to deal with Zhao Han, but also to deal with the monster in the water that had already given him a lot of pressure before it appeared.

However, the opponent's counterattack was so direct, it was actually an instant separation of 1,823 afterimages and each sword shadow, and even Bai Risha couldn't tell whether the opponent was separating the afterimage, or if the speed was too fast, and he kept clinging to the blade, moving with the dance of his scimitar!

If it's the latter, it's really scary.

"No, there are 1,823 afterimages that are opposite to the sword shadows I cut out one by one, so what about his body?"

But then, Bai Risha sensed that something was wrong, but it was too late at this time, and before he could react, a sharp pain came from the wrist holding the knife, and his soul trembled, and the scimitar in his hand jumped violently, slashing at the red shadow attached to his wrist with a thunderous force.

The next moment, a terrifying force directly bounced his scimitar out, and then the red shadow also jumped into the air, coiling and spitting out letters, and it was a small red snake with a length of a few feet.

This little snake is red all over, hot as fire, its eyes are as black as ink, and its scales are delicate and complex, like a piece of exquisite armor, providing extremely strong defense.

You must know that in addition to the strong strength of Bai Risha itself, his Origin Spirit-level scimitar called Crescent Moon is also extremely powerful, and the Idle Origin Spirit-level armor and other defensive treasures will not last long under the cutting of this scimitar, let alone be able to act as if nothing happens after being hit with all his strength.

"Could it be that this demon snake was making waves under the water before?" Bai Risha was puzzled, looking at the void in the circle, the red snake who swallowed the scarlet snake letter couldn't figure it out, he turned his head, and then looked in the direction where Zhao Han was before, and saw that Zhao Han who rolled into the water seemed to disappear and never appeared again.

"What the hell is going on, what is the connection between this life martial artist named Zhao Han and this snake demon, could it be that guy betrayed the human race and took refuge under a certain big demon? And the kind of ability he was able to change into a young man before, is it a talent, or is it a life martial art of cultivation? Is he a human? or a demon? Or is he a hybrid of human and demon?"

For a while, Bai Risha's thoughts were flying, and somehow, at this moment, all kinds of thoughts always appeared involuntarily in his head, which were not smooth, cut constantly, and were far from the usual state of mind that easily precipitated his mind and had no distracting thoughts.

Just as the distracting thoughts in Bai Risha's mind were reborn, inconsequential questions kept emerging, tempting him to think, associate, to confirm, and hypothesize, so that he forgot that his wrist had been bitten by a terrifying snake demon before.

On his bitten wrist, a line as red as fire followed his wound all the way up, rushing past his elbow and spreading to his upper arm in the blink of an eye, and where this red line rushed, delicate snake scales quickly grew and spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That is, in a few breaths, Bai Risha's right hand went up from the wrist, and the whole arm was covered with snake scales, and at the location of the blood vessels, strange tongues drilled out from under the skin, "hissing" and spitting snake letters.

However, Bai Risha was the elder of Qingyang Palace after all, and his Taoism was profound, and when his eyes gradually became confused, a powerful sword intent rushed out from the sea of his knowledge, as if opening the world, and instantly cut off the distracting thoughts in his mind.

It was only then that he came back to his senses and noticed the abnormality of his arm for the first time.

"Oh no, I've been tricked!"

Bai Risha shouted, but he didn't dare to delay, and pointed like a knife, slashing at the shoulder of his bitten arm, cutting off the entire arm that began to change shoulder to shoulder.

For a while, the blood was gushing like a spring, but Bai Risha couldn't care so much, his eyes were full of horror, watching his severed arm move and rub after it landed, and rush towards him prostrately, the movement was strange, but it was like a poisonous snake, and the seven or eight snake heads on the arm that grew along the blood vessels let out a low roar, his eyes were fierce and resentful, and the posture seemed to be about to swallow him alive.