The surrounding soldiers fell in pieces, but they were all injured by the word "attack" mantra, the comprehensive strength of the soldiers was in the high section of the three realms, Han Fan used the word "attack" mantra for the first time, and it was very rare to have this result.

The word "attack" mantra has many characteristics, and Han Fan uses the characteristics of "shock", and the power of the word "attack" mantra will be transmitted into the body and directly damage the internal organs, but Han Fan's "shock" is the entry, and there is still a long way to go before Dacheng.

In addition to the "shock" characteristic corresponding to the wood attribute, there are also the "edge" characteristic corresponding to the metal attribute, the "cotton" characteristic corresponding to the water attribute, the "burning" characteristic corresponding to the fire attribute, and the "heavy" characteristic corresponding to the earth attribute.

Not only the "attack" word mantra, but also the "disease", "royal", and "hidden" mantras are also specifically divided because of the different attributes of the practitioners, and the "royal" character mantra of Han Fanmu's attribute is regeneration, as long as the power of the words is enough, it can theoretically resist any attack, of course, it is just a theory.

There are so many things in the mantra that for some people, they can't learn it all in a lifetime.

Seeing the soldiers around him stand up again, Han Fan reacted and continued to attack.

The battle continued, and although there were only seven people on the Scythe's side, and one of the Phantom Blades that had not been seen until now, the hordes of soldiers could not even take a single person.

Han Fan knocked down a soldier's chest with a punch, and was about to dodge the spear stabbed from behind, when he saw the soldier who attacked him fly straight out, Han Fan turned around, and Bai Shan hurriedly passed by, "Don't thank me." ”

"How?" asked Han Fan loudly.

"Wait!" Bai Shan's voice came from the crowd, and the people were already gone.

Han Fan was a little inexplicable, but he wasn't too worried about the current situation, the more dangerous and desperate the situation, the better it would be for him, and by taking this opportunity, he could clearly know his limit and what kind of strength he could produce in the extreme state of the Six Realms.

The fat man was still staring at the leader of the enemy from afar, and the two of them were motionless there, although there was no one around the fat man, but it still gave him a feeling of pointing the country and the mountains and rivers.

With the passage of time, the aura and strength of Han Fan and the others have been consumed a lot, although the number of corpses of the enemy army is also rising in a straight line, but as far as the eye can see, there are no fewer dense soldiers at all.

Because of his own strength, Han Fan had already fallen into a bitter battle, he was thinking that these soldiers were really not afraid of death, no matter how many people died, it seemed that they couldn't make them retreat, and then hurriedly focused on it, when did they still have the heart to think about other things.

The fat man's divine sense separated a wisp of attention to Han Fan's state, it had only been a long time since he joined the team, and he had experienced such a battle, which was indeed a bit reluctant for Han Fan, as long as Han Fan encountered mortal danger, he would take action as soon as possible.

Grabbing a soldier, Han Fan's surroundings were full of weapons glowing with cold light and the fiery eyes of the soldiers, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and Han Fan's feet didn't know whose corpse he was stepping on.

Pressing the soldier in his hand to the ground, the strong impact of the head directly made the soldier fall into a coma, Han Fan raised his hand and clenched his fist, and was about to make up for a punch in his head, when there was a stabbing pain in his back, he hurriedly twisted his waist, although the power of words permeated the surface of his body, at most, it could only keep Han Fan from being penetrated by the enemy's weapon.

The sneak attack soldier withdrew his gun, and then exerted force on his waist, and the tip of the gun lit up, and a shot was like a meteor in the night sky, especially dazzling in a dark environment.

Han Fen turned sideways again, dodged the blow aimed at the heart, held the gun with his right hand and pulled it hard, the soldier was also extremely experienced, and let go of his hand the moment Han Fen grabbed the gun, Han Fen failed to do so, turned a gun flower, and swept the gun with both hands.

The surrounding soldiers retreated a little space again, not that Han Fan didn't want to take revenge for that shot, but in this case, he had to save his life every minute and every second.

The soldier was supposed to be the leader of the squad, but his eyes were cloudy, and he grabbed the scimitar of the soldier next to him and rushed up with a slash.

Han Fan had no choice but to retreat, not that he couldn't deal with this person, but every soldier around him was attacking, and Han Fan had to take care of all the attacks at the same time.

The little leader was unforgiving, followed by another knife, but this knife was changed from a slash to a horizontal slash, and the moves and strength were too reluctant, Han Fan judged the depth of this blow in time, and dodged it without danger.

The little leader's attacks were defused several times in a row, and he was angry and roared, and the soldiers around him attacked even harder, and Han Fan cried bitterly and struggled to resist.

The frontal attack didn't work, the little leader's eyes flashed fiercely, and he saw him take out a small bottle from his waist, hesitate slightly, gritted his teeth and opened the bottle seal, and his hand spilled out.

Han Fan didn't have time to observe the movements of the little leader, and when he saw it, only a pile of cyan powder rushed into the mouths and noses of him and the soldiers around him.

"Why are you hiding for Lao Tzu again!" The little leader smiled presumptuously when he saw Han Fan's move.

He glared fiercely at the little leader who poisoned him, what he didn't expect was that in this situation he would actually poison in a frenzy, and he didn't care about the life or death of his soldiers at all.

The behavior of the little leader seemed to have pressed the pause button of this game, and the surrounding soldiers retreated for a distance, all of them stopped the attacks in their hands, and the soldiers on the periphery avoided those soldiers closest to Han Fan like snakes and scorpions, for fear that the poison would infect them.

Han Fan's reaction was not slow, when he inhaled those powders, he immediately closed his breath, and at the same time urged the power of words in the dantian to protect his body organs.

Seeing the people around him retreat, Han Fan only felt that the air was much smoother, although he didn't breathe, the feeling of the breeze blowing on his face was very clear, just like another village.

It's just that Han Fan didn't have time to enjoy this feeling, his mind always maintained a high degree of vigilance, and time seemed to be slowed down countless times at this moment.

One second...... Two seconds...... Three-second ...... Han Fen could clearly hear the deliberately slowed breathing of the soldiers around him and his own violent heartbeat.

Ten seconds later, I saw that the soldiers who were also poisoned began to convulse their bodies, let out some incomprehensible screams, and then began to foam at the mouth, Han Fan's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly checked his condition, but he didn't have anything.

As the white foam in his mouth increased, Han Fan was shocked to find that this was just the beginning, only to see that their skin began to rot, and blood oozed from the chapped skin, and soon spread all over the body.

In a matter of seconds, they fell straight to the ground, rotting into a pile of flesh.