Flying over Chaoyun Peak, Han Yuan glanced down from a distance in the air, but did not go down, and passed by directly. He looked forward, and the Plains of Dry Bones were already in sight.

A strong wind suddenly swept his forehead!

Han Yuan's face did not change, and he landed on the gilded shuttle with a backflip, without the slightest panic on his face: "Wu Wenlong!"

What appeared in front of Han Yuan was Wu Wenlong, who had not been seen for many days. His face seemed to be a little haggard, but his eyes were much clearer, and they were no longer as bloody as before. Obviously, these days, he has stabilized his state of mind again, and his ups and downs of spiritual power have become restrained, although not as arrogant as before, but more of a faint threat.

Han Yuan's face was very serious, but he was not panicked, but showed a somewhat cold smile. After Liu Zhi's experience, he was also holding back the anger in his heart, since Wu Wenlong hit the door by himself, it was better to practice his sword with him!

The two looked at each other, and needless to say, they had already collided together like lightning and flint! Under the feet of the two people, a gold and a black, the two spiritual lights collided and separated rapidly, and although they were in the air, the two of them were walking on the ground as if they were walking on the ground, and their movements were extremely dexterous. In the blink of an eye, four or five rounds have passed.

Such a pure spiritual power, worthy of the so-called Void Pill Cultivator! Han Yuan's face remained unchanged, and his heart was a little more vigilant. His poison control spiritual power is already very pure, but in essence, he is still a step behind Wu Wenlong, and after several fights, he was faintly pressed and beaten by Wu Wenlong. Of course, if Wu Wenlong wants to defeat him directly, it is also impossible.

Wu Wenlong's face became more and more ugly, he had completely lost his patience after missing a few battles, and the hatred for Han Yuan, which had been forcibly pressed, broke out again. I saw that he tilted the black machete in his hand, and swiped his right hand in the air a few times, and a large black mist suddenly appeared on the back of the knife. In the mist, there seemed to be a demon writhing and struggling in it, and its dry fingers were digging at the back of the knife, as if they were trying to reach out, intending to stab at the cold abyss. The black mist poured out of the sky, accompanied by a tingling cry and a cruel laugh, and the dark ghosts let out terrible screams, covering the black long knives and heading straight for the cold abyss!

In an instant, the dark sword light separated several ways, countless dark sword lights, countless crying ghosts and ghosts, instantly surrounded the cold abyss! These evil ghosts screamed extremely miserably, and their deaths were extremely miserable, as if they had all suffered the greatest torture in the world, even if they looked at it and listened to it, they would be shocked to the heart, surrounded by nightmares, and fall into indescribable fear.

Han Yuan took a deep breath, his expression was serious, and his eyes were faintly excited. He raised his hand slightly, and the Frost Sacrifice Sword was already unsheathed, and a cold light swept through the air.

As soon as this sword came out, it seemed to envelop all the cold air around it in one place, and it gushed out from the tip of the sword. In an instant, there seemed to be a wind and snow stirring, and pieces of crystal snowflakes were condensed in the air, and a white wind and snow in front of him wanted to freeze the black and fierce demon black wind in the frost. His left hand connected the dots in the air, conjuring up his own small magic spell Ice Blade Storm, but his right hand did not directly lead the storm out of the sword as usual, but raised it into the air and pressed down obliquely-

A fierce icy sword light suddenly broke through the wind and snow and slashed straight down!

This sword light seems to carry the power of broken mountains and rivers, and carries the power of endless wind and snow, mighty and unstoppable! It is like the ice that has been frozen for thousands of years, and everything melts when it encounters, and everything in front of it will be wiped out!

The first form of the Nine Palaces Killing Sword, the Qiangong Sword, combined with the ice blade thousand flashes sent out by Han Yuan at the same time, is by no means as simple as one plus one equals two. The endless wind and snow rolled over from Wu Wenlong's "Soul Falling Yincao". The cold wind and snow washed Han Yuan's mind, making him more and more calm, and the original fear that had been faintly caused by the evil ghost's cry was wiped away.

Wu Wenlong's body flashed with black light, and the cloak behind him suddenly raised a black light, and the whole person was shaken by the wind and snow with the flying magic weapon under his feet, which completely eliminated Han Yuan's blow. His face became more and more pale, and the aura of the armor on his body also seemed to be much dimmer, and his eyes, which were originally full of killing intent, suddenly had a little more horror, and he couldn't believe that Han Yuan, who made such a powerful attack in front of him, would be the kid who had to flee from his men half a month ago.

He didn't even have time to think about how Han Yuan could become so strong, and another white light broke through the sky!

This blue-white light, as if a meteor fell from the nine heavens, obviously only the thickness of a finger, but as if a vast galaxy was pressed down from the sky! It seems that the sun, moon and stars are born and died in it, and the changes of day and night and the flow of the seasons are only in an instant, and the mountains and rivers will also be wiped out under such a majesty, as for a little Wu Wenlong? It is just an ant among ants, once it is hit by this white mang, it will instantly turn into flying ashes, and even a moan/groan before death can not be made!

Wu Wenlong's hair rose all over his body, he didn't even have the idea to think about why Han Yuan was able to send out such a powerful and incomparable kill, he didn't want to analyze whether what he felt was an illusion or reality, he only had an instinctive action in his mind - escape! Must escape! Under such a blow, even the Jin Dan period would not dare to plunder its edge, even if it was a moment slower, he would definitely die!

Wu Wenlong didn't dare to look back, the whole person jumped forward, and his right hand slammed a jade slip.

The Falling Star Finger lightly touched on Wu Wenlong's left flying magic weapon, and the seemingly incomparably strong flying sword instantly turned into fragments and shattered, smashing to the ground one by one.

Han Yuan's whole body shook violently, and he almost fell off the gilded shuttle. Finally, Yinzi and Hanli violently supported his body beside him, so that he did not fall down directly, but barely condensed the last bit of his spiritual power and fell to the ground. Down-to-earth, Han Yuan swallowed a poisonous weed first, and his heart was still full of shock.

How could his Falling Star Finger suddenly be so strong? He originally just took advantage of the gap after the blow to catch Wu Wenlong off guard, but the power of this blow was really beyond his expectations, and the spiritual power in his body was evacuated by the Falling Star Finger in an instant, not to mention, it was as if the galaxy was reversed and the illusion of destroying the heavens and the earth, even he, the author, felt frightened.

How could this be a small magic spell? Even if it was said that it was a real small magic spell, or even a magic spell, Han Yuan would not be surprised. No wonder Wu Wenlong ran away without thinking about it. It's not that Han Yuan hasn't used the Falling Star Finger before, but there has never been a time when it was as powerful as today. Could it be ...... Han Yuan raised his left hand and looked at his index finger, which was so perfect that there was no trace of breakage, thoughtfully.