"Click......"

The two thick front teeth of the Black Rat King appeared hideously cracked, like a wall that had been hit hard, and suddenly shattered, blood splattered everywhere.

And the killing sword in Ye Han's hand also showed a trace of cracks, the black light of the sword body was dim, and his spirituality plummeted.

At this moment, the flesh tail turned into a pitch-black whip shadow and attacked Ye Han, and if it was an inch away, it would whip him in the head.

Finished!

What to do?

Ye Han's heart was horizontal, and a dim treasure appeared in his left hand.

At this time, the light of the vine demon was dim, and it had not yet recovered its power, so it could not be urged.

But Xuan Lao said that this treasure is a damaged Dao weapon!

Since it's a Dao weapon, it should be hard!

Ye Han held the vine demon gourd tightly with his left hand, and his bones clanged, and he slammed towards the flesh tail.

Don't seek to repel the flesh tail, but seek self-preservation!

Bang!

Ye Han was directly shocked by the killing sword and flew seven or eight zhang away, fell heavily to the ground, blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and the cracks in the skin on his body expanded again, revealing the meridians inside.

At the same time, the vine demon in his hand was knocked away, turning into a three-color streamer and burrowing into the depths of the mountain stream.

Get up!

He struggled several times to get up.

But he was never able to do it, so he could barely get to one knee on the ground, and the blood under him pooled into a puddle.

In the distance, the black-scaled rat king fell to the ground and rolled around, and instantly got up, its sharp beak, a pair of front teeth shattered, and a fleshy tail behind it was cut off from it, looking embarrassed.

"Squeak ......"

The black scale rat king's eyes were full of red light, his legs were bent back, and he looked at Ye Han, who would pounce at any time.

Seeing this scene, Ye Han's heart was cold, his face was solemn, he couldn't kill his soul, and he couldn't even stand up.

The hole cards are out, and there is no way back!

He stared at the Black Scale Rat King, his whole body was on guard, he didn't like to be passive, this feeling was very bad.

"Boom!"

The ground under the Black Rat King's feet cracked!

At the same time, it flexed its hind legs, turned into an afterimage, and jumped towards Ye Han.

Ye Han's face was gloomy, the corners of his mouth showed a touch of cruelty, he held a handleless sword in his right hand, hiding behind him, the blade cut the skin, and the blood soaked the cyan sword body.

"Whew!"

A cyan streamer pierced the sky and collided with the Black-scaled Rat King in mid-air.

At the last moment, Ye Han recognized the Qinghong Sword as the master, threw his right hand, and stabbed the Rat King in the mouth, this time there was no hard front teeth to obstruct it, and the flying sword stabbed directly into the abdomen.

The Qinghong Sword is a high-grade flying sword, with a lot of magic circles in it, extremely sharp, and after these few days of cultivation, it has recovered some of its power.

Ye Han has always kept this sword, reluctant to devour it, just to save his life at a critical moment.

"Squeak!"

With a terrible scream, the black scaly rat dynasty threw back, fell to the ground, rolled left and right, and kept kicking his stomach on his two hind legs.

"Hiss......"

The five or six inch sharp claws of the hind legs scratched the smooth belly, and sparks splashed.

At this time, Ye Han once again held the killing sword in his hand and hurriedly crawled towards the Black Scale Rat King.

Laugh at!

The Killing Sword turned into a black light, and suddenly burst out, stabbing into the eyes of the Black-scaled Rat King.

The entire sword was submerged in it, and only the hilt remained.

Then, Ye Han fell to the side, his whole body convulsed, and he used up his last bit of strength just now.

He was lying on the ground, looking sideways at the Black Scale Rat King, this guy's vitality was extremely tenacious, he was injured by death, and he was still jumping!

Seeing this scene, his face was heavy.

Isn't this Rat King dead?

Ye Han stared at the Black Scale Rat King, his hands clenched into fists.

He had lost so much blood that he was a little drowsy, but he didn't dare to sleep, and once he closed his eyes, he would never be able to open them.

"Squeak ......"

After a terrible scream, the Black Rat King convulsed, kicked his legs straight, and swallowed his last breath.

He's dead!

It's going to die!

Ye Han rolled his body and rolled towards the Black Scale Rat King, and as soon as he grabbed the hilt of the killing sword and pulled it out, blood splashed his face.

At this moment, his eyes were scarlet, and there was a trace of longing in his heart, a trace of thirst for blood.

He unconsciously wiped his face, blood dripping from his hands.

Then he rolled his dry throat, put his blood-stained hand to his mouth, and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Zheng Zheng ......

At this moment, the killing sword rang out.

Ye Han was stunned, his scarlet eyes dissipated, just now he was impregnated by the tyrannical and murderous intent in the blood of the Black Scale Rat King, and he almost became a soul beast that lost his mind.

Well?

Suddenly, there was a touch of coolness from the killing sword in his right hand, moistening his sores and restoring his strength.

Xuan Lao once said that the Lingxiao Sword Refining Technique he cultivated was the only one in ancient times, using himself as a melting pot to absorb thousands of negative emotions and refine the True Demon Sword.

I didn't expect that refining the sword technique could also feed itself.

That's great!

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Han inserted the killing sword into the mouth of the Rat King, and suddenly, the black light on the sword body was great, and the crack was slowly healing.

At the same time, Ye Han's eyes were scarlet again, and a tyranny burst out from his whole body, but this time he was prepared, he clenched his teeth tightly, his whole body trembled, and he struggled to restrain himself.

He must recover as soon as possible.

Soon, the black scale rat king's bulging body gradually dried up, leaving only a hard fur tightly wrapped around the bones, which was extremely hideous.

"Whoop......"

Ye Han sat cross-legged on the ground and exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes gradually dissipated scarlet, but it did not completely retreat.

He placed the killing sword across his knees and gently stroked the blade.

Just now, he used his sword refining technique with all his might, absorbing the tyranny and killing in all the blood of the Black Scale Rat King, not only curing most of the injuries on his body, but also breaking through a barrier.

He has a feeling that his current strength is more than ten dings, and he has become a martial arts demon!

"Whew......"

At this moment, Ye Han heard the sound of breaking wind, and a white light flashed from not far away.

Oops!

This is a martial artist above the Enlightenment Realm.

Ye Han's heart sank, and he hurriedly cleaned up the mess, lifted the shriveled body of the Black Scale Rat King with both hands, shook upside down, and a cyan sword light fell to the ground and disappeared in an instant.

He looked at the rat skin in his hand with a look of pity, this is a good material for refining, and it can be sold for a lot of Qi Condensing Pills.

Ye Han's eyes turned, and the light of this mouse skin flashed and disappeared in place.

It's really possible!

He had just tried to collect rat skins with the formation diagram, but he didn't expect it to be really possible.

Originally, he should have had a storage magic weapon, which was the jade buckle, but unfortunately it was fused by the formation and turned into a little starlight, which was inlaid in the dark sky of the formation map.

Once, he tried to communicate, but couldn't get in touch.

Ye Han saw that the black-scaled rat skin was piled up in a corner through a wisp of his mind, and he instantly relieved himself.

However, he had a feeling in his heart that this array could not accept living creatures.

After doing all this, he glanced around, found that there was nothing missing, and hurried towards the direction of the vine demon gourd.

Soon, Ye Han followed a wisp of contact and came to a mountain col.

It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with a depression in the middle, tall trees, and a faint black gas rising.

Such a place is the easiest place to give birth to powerful soul beasts.

At this moment, Ye Han took a closer look at the col, and suddenly, he found a small courtyard with three wooden houses.

Well?

Is there a person living in Fallen Soul Ridge?

And he could be sure that the vine demon was in the courtyard.

Can't get in?

The vine demon is one of his hole cards, at least not yet!

Ye Han gathered his mind, clenched the killing sword in his hand, and walked towards the courtyard step by step.

No way!

This place is too wicked.

Just as he was standing at the gate of the courtyard, an old voice came from inside the wooden house, "Are you here?"

"Squeak......

The courtyard door opens automatically.

At the same time, a strong suction force sucked Ye Han into the courtyard.