Qing Han broke Zhang Yuan's cultivation school with one word, and Zhang Yuan did not feel the slightest surprise.

The area of the silver glow expanded again, and the tremors could be heard clearly.

"Young man, draw your sword!"

Qing Han raised his right hand and grasped the hilt of the sword behind him.

The white light that enveloped Zhang Yuan's body broke through a gap, revealing a white blade from it.

The white mang exploded, with a strong wind, and the white blade instantly hit Qing Han's throat.

After a slight hesitation, he took less than half a breath and wiped Qing Han's throat.

Qing Han's expression suddenly froze, a gap appeared in his throat, and strands of sticky black liquid spewed out, which quickly melted and collapsed from his head.

Behind Zhang Yuan, there was a sound of a sheath vibrating, and although his body didn't have time to turn around, his face still didn't change.

Pull the white blade out of the wax body only, and put the side of your right arm flat on your right shoulder.

In an instant, a loud bang penetrated the eardrum, and a powerful force pressed down on the right shoulder.

Zhang Yuan's square inch was shattered, his feet sank deep into the ground, and his knees were bent halfway.

The blade behind his back still hadn't let go, and its strength was continuing to grow, as if it wouldn't give up if he didn't let him kneel.

Zhang Yuan's eagle eyes widened suddenly, and he let out a heart-rending low roar.

The blood and qi force around him was running rapidly, and Bai Mang also annihilated Qing Han's body.

Zhang Yuan's body sank deeper, his legs straightened a little bit, and the back of the knife behind him shook Qing Han back half a step.

At the same time, he stepped on his feet and rose up about five feet high, breaking away from the restraints of this place.

Qing Han lowered the blade of his sword and raised his head to look up.

When Zhang Yuan rose to the limit, he suddenly raised the silver knife high.

The discrete vitality around him poured into the blade, converging on the tip of the blade at an extremely fast speed.

The knife suddenly sounded, as if it had become a rising heat, and the blade was twisted and blurred for a while.

Zhang Yuan stared at Qing Han below, and saw that his face still did not change.

Combined with the strange situation before, he believed Gao Yi's words for eight points.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan wrinkled the bridge of his nose, his lips squirmed slightly, and said to Qing Han:

"With only the previous hand, it can be regarded as qualified! It's just that in the next battle, Your Excellency doesn't want to use illusions again, and fight with me heartily!"

Qing Han chuckled, plunged his hand into his abdomen, took out a restless black mist, and slapped it back into the blade.

"This is not an illusion, but if the general speaks like this, then Qing will give you a dignified manner!"

Zhang Yuan didn't talk nonsense anymore, and then dropped the blade full of vitality.

Although the distance between five zhang is not long, the blade is also unreachable.

It's just that as the blade fell, a huge phantom knife appeared in the void.

As soon as it appeared, it smashed straight down and slashed at Qing Han's head.

The power contained in this phantom knife is very powerful, and the domineering meaning goes straight to the spirit platform, and no one can stop the sharp edge.

Before the blade touched the corner of Qinghan, the bun used to bind the hair was cut by the wind blade.

Thousands of ink hair spread out, brushing Qing Han's eyes, blocking his vision at the moment when the phantom knife fell.

Zhang Yuan didn't think twice about connecting the points in the five internal organs, and a trace of blood and qi burst out from the hundreds of holes and thousands of points all over his body, enveloping his body instead of Yuanli Baimang.

Qing Han hung the Xuanjian upside down in front of him, and in front of the huge phantom knife, this Xuanjian was like a tiny branch.

The deafening sound of the collision spread around the ring, and the bodies of the two were muffled by the dust that had been raised.

This phantom knife collided with the Xuanjian but did not disappear, forcing Qing Han's body to tilt and retreat again and again, and then fly upside down.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan was covered in blood, his eyes flashed slightly, and he fell in one step, appearing on the right side of Qing Han.

A rich fishy smell penetrated the tip of Qing Han's nose, and a little silver light was reflected in Qing Han's right eye.

That little bit of silver light magnified infinitely in his eyes.

Qing Han had no choice but to stick the two fingers of his left hand on the back of the sword.

The black light of the blade of the Phantom Knife flashed, shooting out a line of crooked darkness.

This dark light cut the phantom knife without hindrance, and continued to absorb the Yuan Force within it.

When the phantom knife was cut halfway, the dark light had already turned into a half-round dark moon.

Staring at the silver tip that was about to hit his forehead, Qing Han's face suddenly became gloomy.

Is this a temptation? It's clearly a dead hand!

Zhang Yuan shook for no reason, had a palpitation, and hurriedly drew his knife and retreated.

I want to take a step to teleport.

This step has not yet been dropped.

Qing Han showed a warm smile, and after a long absence, he burst out with blood and grabbed his arm.

"The general will come when he says he will come, and he will want to leave when he says he will leave?"

This hand is so strong, the qi and blood are so strong, not only is the arm clamped to death, but even the other party's five fingers have to drill into the flesh.

Qing Han's smile was put away, and he pinched a trick.

After Zhang Yuan saw this trick clearly, his expression was immediately shocked, and he used all his strength, struggling frantically, but he still couldn't break free.

"You're crazy! You're going to be affected like this!"

Qing Han stared at Zhang Yuan's flustered eyes, the corners of his mouth lifted a trace of arc, and said gloomily:

"Didn't the general get his wish?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and before he could explain, he heard a word rumbling in his ears, like a life-urging charm.

"Boom!"

The Dark Moon, which had absorbed half of its elemental power, exploded in response.

Zhang Yuan's chest was sunken and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The phantom knife was also pulled and exploded.

The two explosions mingled together to prop up a spinning red-and-white bulge.

The speed of rotation is getting faster and faster, and the power of the explosion gradually spreads.

"Enough!"

General Nanzuo, who stood on the high platform and held a sword, was finally no longer indifferent.

He leapt toward the blast, his figure vanishing in an instant, and in an instant he was standing on top of the swirling bulge.

He just stretched out a palm and slammed it down on the top of the bulge.

This palm does not have any gorgeous special effects, it can be said to be unpretentious.

But the ever-expanding bulge has shrunk dramatically.

Immediately after that, he stepped on it again, and the bulge stopped spinning, and soon disappeared.

Revealing the two inside.

Zhang Yuan was in tatters and embarrassed, and was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest and vomiting blood.

The other man stood calmly, with a sword in his backhand, not even a single hair had fallen, and was carefully watching the visitor.

For some famous big names, Qing Han still has some ears.

This person sings to the south, the official worships General Zuo, and as for the rest, Qing Han doesn't know much.

He only glanced at Qing Han slightly, then withdrew his gaze and cast his gaze on Zhang Yuan.

Nan Chaosong's brows gradually furrowed, and he took out a white jade bottle from his waist.

He poured out another orange pill, broke open Zhang Yuan's mouth and stuffed it in.

As soon as Zhang Yuan took the pill, his pale face recovered a little.

He stared at Qing Han's face and said weakly:

"General Nanzuo, kill him! he knows ......"

Nan Chao Song hid the light in his eyes, just stared at Qing Han, and did not speak.

Qing Han didn't show any different colors, as if he said casually:

"Why don't you go on?"

Zhang Yuanben wanted to say something, raised his head and glanced at Nan Chaosong, and immediately lowered his head and silenced.