Han Fan's fighting intent at this moment was Ling Ran, this was the first time he had fought with a soul realm cultivator in his heyday, judging from his aura, it may have been a breakthrough not long ago, but he also had a soul realm cultivation!

The two slowly flew to a field, each hundreds of meters apart.

"Even if you are the Seventh Spiritual Sea, I will not spare my hand. Wang Defa said calmly, slowly rose into the air, and looked down at Han Fan.

"Coincidentally, this is the second time I've beaten the soul realm, so you can use it as a sandbag for me. Han Fan said that he would not keep his hand.

"The second time?"

Hearing this, Wang Defa's face changed slightly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he thought to himself, this is not the first time he has fought with the soul realm. Unconsciously, I became more cautious.

In the distance, figures flickered, each fighting.

Wang Defa didn't dare to hold it up, maybe the young man in front of him had a spare hand, even if he was very young, maybe it would not be the cultivation of the soul realm, but at his age, he had reached the seventh level of the spiritual sea, and he had never heard of such a talent in this Shu country.

In the center of his eyebrows, a domineering sword intent swept towards Han Fan, and a psychic magic weapon was instantly sacrificed in his hand, and a blood-red big knife appeared in his hand, quickly enlarged, quite a sea of blood, the momentum of all living beings.

The domineering sword wind slashed across Han Fan's cheeks, and there was a trace of pain, and Han Fan's sudden luck aura surrounded his body, resisting his sword wind.

"Thorn!"

The domineering crimson broadsword turned into dozens of meters, carrying the sound of breaking the wind, and slashed down towards Han Fan, as soon as it came up, it was a killing move, and he didn't want to give Han Fan a chance to resist at all.

"Dang!"

Han Fan's eyes were sharp, and his seven-colored fists turned into fist prints and bombarded the crimson broadsword violently, and the sound of "Qiang Qiang" kept coming out, like the sound of metal intersecting.

"Broken!"

Wang Defa's face was shocked, this young man actually dared to resist his magic weapon with his bare hands, and he was suddenly shocked, sure enough, he was not the strength of the Seven Spiritual Seas, and he actually dared to use his fists to shake the crimson broadsword transformed by his spiritual energy.

Suddenly, the aura surged, spit out a mouthful of essence blood, and shot on the crimson broadsword, the original red and shining broadsword, the light became even more devastating, and became even more huge, using all the strength of the crimson broadsword, vowing to split Han Fanli in half.

"Boom"

In mid-air, Han Fan kept waving seven-colored fist prints, bombarding the crimson blade, the surrounding mountains and rocks rolling, and the gray things were all affected by Errao's fight, and the void was trembling.

I don't know when, the center of Errao turned into a gravity center, and the surrounding flying sand and stones flew towards the pole, and suddenly turned into powder.

The ground where Han Fan was standing suddenly cracked, turning into countless cracks, and the ground was shaking.

Wang Defa saw that the crimson broadsword had not fallen for a long time, and was blocked by Han Fan's fist marks, and at the same time he was shocked and had boundless fear, and even doubted that he was a cultivator of the Soul Realm? Why did a young man from the Spirit Sea Realm not turn over his hand to suppress it, but was in a state of stalemate.

Similarly, Han Fan was fighting with the Soul Realm cultivator Zhengzhen before he discovered his shortcomings, although he was now waving his fist seals, the aura in his body was about to be exhausted, and he also had spare strength.

Wang Defa saw that the crimson big sword couldn't split Han Fan, and immediately sacrificed a magic weapon outside Ningwai, a red furnace, which turned into about ten meters.

The mouth of the stove was facing Han Fan, and the flames were rushing. Suddenly, a town of powerful suction, like a kind of black hole, frantically devoured a pull

"Boom"

The ground under Han Fan's feet was suddenly torn apart, the ground collapsed, and it was collected into the furnace like dust, and the moment it touched the firelight, it instantly turned into nothingness.

"Click!"

A mountain peak trembled in the distance, and the top of the mountain, which was tens of meters high, suddenly broke apart and rushed towards the terrifying furnace.

Han Fan felt a chill in his heart, what kind of great power was this, could he even devour the earth? What a terrifying magic weapon he was!

Suddenly, his whole body was filled with seven-colored divine light, and he kept waving his fist prints, and with the power of the anti-shock, he was not sucked in.

"Let's see how long your aura can last!"

Wang Defa's face was gloomy, the original fighting spirit was replaced by panic, this young man's combat power was too terrifying, he used his two killer weapons when he came up, but he still didn't kill him, but he could clearly feel that Han Fan's aura was not as strong as before, and he was not surprised, although his strength was strong, but he was always in the Spirit Sea Realm.

At the same time, Han Fan's brows furrowed, and his eyes glanced at the two in the distance, their eyes were watching the second prince, and they didn't seem to notice this.

Taking advantage of this moment, a trace of mixed yuan power merged into the seven-colored fist seal, slammed into the crimson furnace, and immediately fanned it out.

"What!"

Facing Han Fan's suddenly stronger fist print, he was suddenly frightened, and then he saw flying over, and thought he was at the end of the road, who knew that he grabbed the furnace mouth with one hand, turned over, stepped on the furnace body with both feet, and stepped heavily on the furnace, like a mountain peak smashing up.

The sound of the iron sound, piercing the golden cracked stone, shook the ground, and the feet were deeply imprinted on it, as if there was a force to step on, and the whole furnace was trembling violently, and there was a trace of cracks appearing.

Not far away, when Wang Defa saw this scene, he immediately bleed from his mouth and nose, and there were cracks on his body surface, obviously this furnace was his natal weapon.

The crimson broadsword that was sacrificed slashed towards Han Fan, his feet seemed to be embedded in the furnace, the devouring power didn't seem to work on him, with a foothold, Han Fan's fist mark was even more powerful, and the crimson broadsword was cracked, and it was actually cut off by Han Fan.

Wang Defa's body kept trembling, the corners of his mouth kept bleeding, and he panicked: "How did his fist mark become so terrifying!"

"Jump!"

The crimson broadsword couldn't support it, and suddenly cracked open, making a sound of shattering metal.

Han Fan's seven-colored fist carrying a mixed yuan qi was now comparable to a peerless magic weapon, and the ordinary crimson broadsword magic weapon naturally couldn't help him.

At the moment when the crimson broadsword shattered, Han Fan slammed his fist mark on the furnace, leaving a significant fist mark on it.

"Poof"

Wang Defa's body was hit hard, and finally he couldn't hold on, the furnace was inextricably linked with him, and while it suffered a heavy blow, it also carried corresponding injuries, coughing up blood, his body fell to the ground, and his breath suddenly withered.

And the furnace also lost the support of the aura and suddenly fell, Han Fan took advantage of this momentary advantage and instantly arrived in front of him, and a punch blasted out, piercing Wang Defa's entire chest.

"If you want to kill me, then I won't show mercy. Han Fan's indifferent voice fell.