The power of this green curling handkerchief, Zhao Han had seen it when he first entered Xiaomang Mountain, that night the wolves attacked, and there were silver demon wolves in charge, and the Sun family was at an absolute disadvantage in the hands of people, but this young master of Sun Yang relied on this treasure not only successfully resisted the attack of the wolves, but even seriously injured the silver demon wolf, so that the wolves that attacked that night were defeated.

Although Zhao Han's strength at this time was far better than the silver demon wolf at the beginning, he didn't dare to underestimate this green handkerchief, after all, the spiritual pressure escaping from this treasure was very powerful, and it was not weaker than the three treasures that Bai Zhu'er gave Zhao Han at the beginning.

Seeing the light film cage released by this handkerchief, Zhao Han stretched out his five fingers, held the black magic spear inserted in the ground next to him, and as soon as his muscles and flesh were tensed, he pulled out the three-zhang long gun body, one in the center of his eyebrows, and between the applause of the Xuan Qi, the spiritual sense that was sent out poured into the black magic spear.

There was a sudden sharpness in the air, like a sword unsheathed, and a puff of black smoke poured out from the black magic spear, and finally formed a huge hideous demon head, which opened its mouth and bit fiercely towards the green light film falling from the sky.

The black and green lights collided violently in mid-air in an instant, making a dense popping sound, the spiritual pressure overflowed, and the air waves were churning.

Young Master Sun Yang was stunned when he saw this, and then sneered: "I didn't expect that you still have a real-grade treasure on your broken house, but your treasure has been seriously damaged, and it won't last long!"

"It seems that the grade of this black magic spear is invincible when it is intact, at least it will not be worse than Sun's handkerchief, but unfortunately the body of the gun is damaged, and now it has reached the edge of fragmentation, so if the confrontation continues, the result is not good. ”

Feeling the tremor of the spear in his hand, as well as the faint "creaking" sound, Zhao Han's brows couldn't help frowning, his gaze swept across the air, and finally landed on the young master of the Sun family not far away.

As the saying goes, capture the thief and capture the king first, even if the black magic spear is ultimately defeated by this dark green curly handkerchief, as long as the young master of Sun Yang is taken down before the body of the gun is shattered, it is enough to turn the situation around.

Thinking of this, Zhao Han didn't say much, and was about to make a move, when he felt a violent spiritual pressure fluctuation suddenly coming from the front, and before he could react, a huge force knocked him into the face.

This force is extremely powerful, and the impact is extremely strong, even an ordinary transcendental-level martial artist can't resist it, at least he has to be seriously injured and lose his combat effectiveness, but Zhao Han is different from ordinary transcendental-level martial artists after all, his physique and flesh are far stronger than his soul, especially after practicing the Bull Demon Transformation, his physique is even stronger to the extreme, and he ate this sneak attack hard.

Taking advantage of the gap when retreating, Zhao Han turned his head to look, and saw a dark sledgehammer suddenly appear in the air a few zhang away, and farther away, the remnant soul of the demon soldier who had taken away the yellow-haired boy had a look of surprise on his face at this moment, obviously he didn't expect that the blow it had been brewing for a long time did not kill Zhao Han on the spot.

"Wow~"

After retreating seven or eight steps, Zhao Han regained his footing, touched his chest, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but glow with a touch of hideousness, his eyes moved away from the young master of the Sun family, and instead locked on the yellow-haired young man.

The young master of the Sun family is not to be afraid, but the remnant soul of this demon soldier who has completed the seizure has a powerful magic weapon in his hand, and his combat power is strong, which should not be underestimated, not to mention that there is another one that has been laid out for a long time, hidden behind the scenes, and his strength is even more unfathomable, but this battle is quite dangerous.

"Hehe, boy, you're in pretty good shape, you can take my hammer. As soon as the yellow-haired young man beckoned, the swarthy sledgehammer hanging in the air returned to his hand, and said to Zhao Han with a cruel smile, "I smell a disgusting smell from you, are you the junior of the three clans of Zhao Donglin?"

"My name is Zhao Han. Zhao Han pointed to his chest, then took out the Tiger Roar Bow, and three black arrows five feet long burst out in an instant, nailing them to the throat and chest and abdomen of the yellow-haired young man in a zigzag shape, "Remember, I killed you." ”

A sneer appeared on the yellow-haired young man's face, and he was about to speak, but his face changed drastically, and the sledgehammer in his hand was pulled forward, and when he couldn't make a move, he covered the vital point, followed by a piercing and high-pitched "choking" sound, and the three Wumangs were blocked by the sledgehammer at the last moment, and they fell short.

It's just that before the yellow-haired young man could breathe a sigh of relief, several dangerous qi machines had already hit, and the scope had expanded to all the vital points and joints of his body, almost in the blink of an eye, and the arrows shot out were as dense as a waterfall rain, black and lightless, densely filled with the killing intent of the cold and resolute.

After shooting a bag of tiger tooth arrows in one breath, Zhao Han put away his bow, his figure flashed, and he flew towards the yellow-haired young man, this demon soldier's remnant soul is strong and extremely dangerous, and it should be killed first.

"Aggressive~"

When Zhao Han pounced in front of him and came to the yellow-haired young man, this one was shot into a hedgehog by dozens of sharp tiger tooth arrows, except that his head was blocked by a sledgehammer, from the neck down, all the vital points and joints were almost pierced by a black arrow, and the blood under his feet was puddled, which was unbearable.

Seeing this, Zhao Han did not have the slightest joy on his face, his right hand clenched into a fist, his blood and qi exploded, his speed increased again, and he slammed into the yellow-haired young man.

At this moment, a gurgling sound came from the yellow-haired boy's body, and then, an overwhelming force suddenly bloomed, and the yellow-haired boy who was pierced by dozens of arrows actually exploded from the inside out, and a huge black shadow faintly appeared in the blood mist.

"Demon, give me death!"

Just as Zhao Han was mustering up his strength and preparing to strike first, a heavy shout sounded from the side, and then, a cold arc suddenly appeared, almost brushing the tip of Zhao Han's nose, and slashing fiercely towards the black shadow in the blood mist.

Zhao Han raised his eyebrows, did not advance but retreated, retreated a few feet, and his eyes flickered, taking in everything.

Seeing that Shi Hu, a young man from the Young Tiger Hall who had been silent before, had already burst out at this moment, the small stone Yue in his hand was shining brightly at this moment, splitting out a Dawson cold and deadly axe-shaped light and shadow, covering the black shadow in the blood mist, and the vigorous and agitated spiritual pressure spread out in an instant, vaguely excluding Zhao Han.

"Sizzle~"

In the blood mist, a dizzying hiss suddenly sounded, and then a puff of black and smelly black smoke suddenly gushed out, colliding with the attacking axe-shaped light and shadow, making a dull sound like the symphony of gold and iron.

Zhao Han's eyes narrowed, the light in his pupils flickered, and his sight penetrated the blood mist and black smoke, and fell on a snake demon with a head and a body that was three feet high, with a human body and limbs, and a giant tail of four or five feet long behind him.

This snake demon seemed to have burst out of the yellow-haired boy's body, but the aura emitted at this moment was far stronger, a tyrannical and evil, hideous and terrifying viscous demon qi rolled around its body like a boil, even from a considerable distance, Zhao Han still felt a chill.

"The strength of this monster is above the previous bear demon!"

Zhao Han secretly assessed it in his heart, but he didn't plan to step forward, because at this moment, the young man named Shi Hu had already stepped forward with his sword, brazenly slaughtered into the blood mist and poisonous smoke, and fought with the snake demon.

"If you dare to take away my disciples of the Young Tiger Hall, I will kill you alive!"

Hearing Shi Hu's thunderous roar, the corners of Zhao Han's mouth curled, obviously this one had been holding back for a long time before, and he might be able to use his power to get rid of this snake demon first.

Thinking of this, Zhao Han mentioned the black magic spear, and was about to join the front battle group, when suddenly there was a vibration from the palm of his hand, and then, this spear that had reached the true level when it was intact exploded into hundreds of pieces with a "bang", and scattered in all directions.

The pitch-black devil who was biting the dark green light film in mid-air let out a sad cry, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, making the curly handkerchief no longer invincible, and flew above Zhao Han's head with a "whoosh", and it was covered without saying a word.

Farther away, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Sun Yang's young master's mouth, looking at Zhao Han who was covered in a light film, the blue as blood on the top of his head was tumbling and boiling, his ten fingers changed, there were words in his mouth, and Huo pointed forward.

In the next moment, a circle of light formed by the three sword rays was formed from the curling handkerchief, and then fell towards the top of Zhao Han's head, which was imprisoned in the light film.

"It's this trick again?!"

Looking at the falling sword shadow aperture, Zhao Han did not have the slightest panic on his face, as early as the moment he was covered by the dark green light film, he expected this scene, when the wolves sneaked up that night, this young master of the Sun family had activated this sword shadow aperture, and all the giant wolves in the light film were strangled on the spot, and even the silver demon wolf was hit hard, so he was followed by Zhao Han and picked it up.

Therefore, after the young master Sun Yang urged the green curly handkerchief, he was on guard against this move, and even had a bold idea in his heart because of this.

Seeing Zhao Han wipe the treasure bag on his waist, there was an extra clumsy broken knife about two feet long in his hand, and he looked at the rapidly falling sword shadow aperture, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This two-foot broken knife is the last of the three weapons that Zhao Han found from Bai Zhu'er's treasure house, according to Bai Zhu'er, it was the weapon of Zhao Donglin's three ancestors when they sealed the demon and suppressed the demon together, and even cut off the head of the blood wolf general with this knife, the quality is so high, in fact, it is still on the previous black magic gun.

It's just that Zhao Han was specialized in guns and arrows before, and he was not proficient in swordsmanship, so after finding this broken knife, he just put it in the treasure bag as a collection and never used it.

But at this moment, when he held the hilt of the knife and the killing intent in his heart was majestic, this originally simple and unpretentious broken knife had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The originally black blade of the knife turned dark red at this moment, and there was a faint brilliance circulating on it, and the blade was even more revealing a sky-high killing intent, which made people's souls freeze.

"This knife is nothing extraordinary!"

A thought surged in Zhao Han's heart, and with a twist of his wrist, he slashed the sword in his palm to meet the falling sword shadow aperture.