One holds a sword and presses hard, one holds the blade of the sword, and the two are so close that they are almost close to each other.

The black and white clouds spread out in circles, and the bearded hair was stirred, all undulating like waves.

The old man's face was gloomy and ugly, his immortal power was not much, although it was not leaked much, but it also made him quite distressed.

Especially in the previous impact, in order to protect Zhao Ruoling, he used a lot of immortal power to wrap her body, otherwise she would have been affected to death.

Even if he was extremely close now, no matter how he looked at it, the spiritual power of this person in front of him was cold and low, and he belonged to the mortal category.

At most, even if he is a monk, a big ant, how can he have such power, the blade can tear through space!

It wouldn't be a big deal if it was just that, but what happened next really surprised him.

Qing Han stared at the old man's almost transparent arm and laughed in a low voice:

"Hey, it turned out that it wasn't a divine incarnation, it was just an out-of-body incarnation. ”

The old man in the yellow robe changed his complexion, if the other party's cultivation was strong enough, it would be fine if he could see it.

After all, the strength of this body is not enough in the body, and it can be seen with a little knowledge, so he doesn't need to be so surprised.

It's just that the cultivation of this mortal in front of him has just built a foundation at most, and he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, so it is impossible to see the slightest mystery at all!

However, since he has seen through the essence of this body, he should also know what kind of existence he is, and he can still be so calm and calm without changing his face.

This is very abnormal, he has a little speculation in his heart.

The old man suppressed the shock in his heart, no longer showed the slightest discoloration, and sneered:

"The little doll is in a good mood, but her knowledge is too short-sighted, and it is only at this time that she sees the mystery of the old man. ”

Qing Han used the strength of his whole body, emitting an endless black mist, which was continuously absorbed by the sword blade, and the sword body was twisted for a while, and began to expand sharply.

Double, double, triple, quadruple......

In a few breaths, it swelled several times, and together with the strength, it seemed to have increased several times, and the blade had already pressed the old man's palm against his shoulder.

The whiteness of the old man's palm dispersed even more, and he let out an angry roar:

"I thought you were going to do something, but that's it! It's just a baby playing with a baby, it's ridiculous!"

Then he grabbed the dust and brushed it towards Qing Han's face, and a white flame suddenly ignited where he passed, and the space was distorted and deformed for a while.

Qing Han's face was burned by the milky white flames, like a lit white candle, gradually melting beyond recognition.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help laughing: "The so-called immortal god stands on the top of the Nine Heavens and walks on the Yuan of Taisu! Even if it is an incarnation, it is not something that mortals can trample on!"

After that, he killed together and waved the dust at Qing Han again, this time wanting his life, to turn his body and soul into ashes.

The old man didn't take him seriously from the beginning, and then even now he is very uncomfortable.

The black sword pressed on the body was very strange, and it was lighter than a hundred feathers with divine sense, but the body felt as if it was being pressed under a thousand mountains.

White flames spread from his face to his body, but not the slightest scream was heard.

It was very different from what the old man thought in his heart, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

Qing Han's entire face collapsed, turning into wax under the continuous burning, and gathered into a mass of his chin and hung in the air, a lump of lumps dripping on the big sword in his hand.

The wax dripping on the body of the sword did not solidify, but instead caused the sword to sound high-pitched and expand several times in size.

The old man was even more unable to move now, his legs were gradually bent, he was panting, and his eyes were red.

Qing Han stretched out his hand to wipe the wax on his face and wiped it on the sword, and the sword suddenly swelled a hundred times.

The old man's legs, which he had struggled to support, were broken by the pressure, and his legs fell to his knees, and slender cracks appeared in the ground that was several feet deep.

In his opinion, this is a great shame, he has been sullen for a long time, coupled with the severe pain on his body and the loss of fairy power, he even ignored his identity and roared wildly:

"Dare to insult the gods! There are dozens of out-of-body incarnations in this place! I will definitely notice it when I die, and you will definitely be doomed at that time! Even if you fall into purgatory, you will chase endlessly, and there will never be a day of peace!"

Qing Han's eyes and lips had fallen off, and he couldn't see or speak, so he simply stretched out two fingers and inserted them into the mud to tinker left and right.

Gouging out two eye sockets and swiping them again, two blue dots flickering in the eye sockets.

Stretch out a finger and insert it into the left cheek, and then hook it to the right cheek, drawing a small crooked slit, slightly opening and closing to reveal white teeth and red tongue:

"O Doom Divine Monarch...... Your avatar is a rare tonic for younger generations. ”

The corners of Qing Han's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile rather than a smile, and he pursed his flower-like lips and sucked gently.

The white stream that leaked from the old man's body and the scorching white flames around his body tumbled violently, and finally turned into a slender white dragon and burrowed into Qing Han's mouth.

The old man's angry and vicious curse stagnated, and the whole person was stunned, and then his expression changed greatly.

"You're crazy! Dare to directly absorb the old man's immortal power!"

As soon as that power was inhaled by Qing Han, it rampaged through his body.

His body had not yet solidified, and with each impact, there was a long protrusion on the surface of his body.

After a while, it was knocked like an inflated ball of thorns, and it seemed that it would burst open with more force.

The old man sneered, "Stupid!"

He rolled his throat upward, spat out an illusory tortoise shell from his mouth, and struck it three times with the back of his fingers, causing the tortoiseshell to crumble and turn into white dots of light.

The fingers stirred in the white light, and the white light rotated with it, and the swirling white light was grabbed, and the white light flashed in the palm of the whole hand.

Then he slapped his palm at Qing Han's swollen body, and the swirling white light came out of his hand and stuck to Qing Han's eyebrows.

"Boom!"

The old man let out a low shout, the white light flashed in the heart of Qing Han's eyebrows, and the rampaging power in his body was infinitely expanded by the same source traction, and his body became bigger and bigger.

When he finally reached the limit, he could compare it with the giant sword that pressed on the old man.

The body cracked a crack from the center of the eyebrows, and soon penetrated the whole body, and countless rays of light of different colors were intertwined all over the body.

Qing Han endured unimaginable pain, but his face did not change, but let out a sinister smile, which reached the old man's ears, and actually made him feel cold.

"You're dying, what a madman!"

Having said that, the old man kept staring at the changes in front of him.

Since this external incarnation cannot be saved, then this person must also die, and this evil breath will always come out.

Qing Han was covered with cracks all over his body at this time, and the light was in full bloom, to the extent that he could blind his eyes.

"Boom!"

In the midst of a gloomy laugh, Qing Han's body exploded.

Not only did the old man's immortal power, but also the power of Qinghan itself, which was later detonated by the old man's spell, making this loud noise even more terrifying.

Thousands of thunder dragons roared wildly, and ten thousand thunderbolts exploded, tearing apart the barrier between this place and Huaisu, and the illusory calm suddenly collapsed.

It was sunset, a bleak scene.

The beam of light in Qing Han's body was like a hundred thousand fierce beasts that had been trapped for countless years, some scattered and rushing, and some went straight to the sky, painting a scroll of light between heaven and earth!

A radius of 100 miles cannot be said to be like daylight, it should be said that it is more exaggerated than looking directly at the blazing summer sun!