Killing an enemy across a tier and killing an enemy across a tier are completely different concepts. To be able to kill the kamikaze with a first-grade cultivation, in addition to relying on the domineering of the one-qi gate spell, Han Hao also had to thank the old lady of the Red Lotus Sect for leaving the kamikaze with an injury, so he was lucky enough to kill him.

And at this time, the other party was a genuine second-grade earth immortal, and there was a first-order difference between him and Han Hao, and such a strength distance could not be made up for by a one-valve spell. Among the qi practitioners, the first grade is respected, while the earth immortal monk is the bottom of the first grade, and the ninth is the supreme.

The old man in Tsing Yi glanced at Han Hao coldly, and said indifferently: "At a young age, you are a first-class cultivator with good qualifications, but your existence is uneasy for some people." Therefore, today you will die!"

Han Hao said solemnly: "Was it sent by the Emperor of Annihilation?" The old man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly from his nose: "Pai? This seat has an old relationship with his father, so help him once. Shaking his head, he seemed to say to himself: "It's really old, what nonsense to talk about with a person who is going to die." After that, feel free to point.

Just pointed at the void at random, but it was as if there was some kind of mysterious rule, and the aura of heaven and earth actually gathered between the old man's fingers, gradually forming a yellow sharp thorn, and finally broke through the void and shot towards Han Hao.

Han Hao's hair exploded all over his body, and the aura in his body was running wildly, casting a shapeshifting shadow, which could avoid a finger containing a violent aura. The yellow sharp spike shot into the ground, blasting open a large pit three feet deep, and the powerful wind swept Han Hao aside.

Han Hao rolled twice in the air and landed steadily. The old man sighed softly, as if he was surprised that Han Hao could dodge, the palm of his hand that was as dry as an ancient tree and the old vine grabbed in the air, and the aura around his body was condensed in his palm again, and a strong wind pressure exploded, pressing Han Hao's clothes against his skin.

Han Hao took a deep breath, and sure enough, relying on first-grade cultivation was far from being enough to fight with second-grade earth immortals. When he pulled out his wings a few days ago, Han Hao had a hint of insight, the murderous aura in the sword could make the aura riot and make it uncontrolled by the master, but the aura was really stronger!

As soon as the mind moved, the aura flowed along the veins in reverse, galloping. The aura in the body gradually became violent, and then increased and strengthened again. Although the aura was enhanced, it was as uncontrollable as a river like a flood, hurting Han Hao's muscles and veins, and a trace of blood slowly dripped from Han Hao's mouth.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, this kid's aura cultivation had actually risen a lot, but he still said disdainfully: "Any strange and skillful skills of a qi practitioner are all local chickens and dogs in front of the earth immortals, and they are vulnerable!"

After speaking, the palm spirit qi gathered into a palm-shaped cyan energy crystal layer, flooding with bursts of coercion. With a slap of his palm, the energy crystal layer flew straight towards Han Hao, and gradually grew larger in the air.

Feeling the turbulent aura in his body like an angry wave, Han Hao opened the mountain with a sword and pointed at the energy crystal layer, the crystal layer shook a little, the light was a little dim, but it was still not broken, and flew straight towards Han Hao. Han Hao let out the second wave of swords again, stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and rushed straight towards the energy crystal layer, swords after swords, sword after sword, and the energy crystal layer finally slowly dimmed, and even disappeared!

Breaking through the energy crystal layer, Han Hao still swept straight forward, and a sword opened the mountain to point at the old man, but the old man actually pinched the wing blood with his hand, and pulled the wing blood away from Han Hao's hand and threw it aside. Han Hao cast the Imperial Qi Gangtian Finger with his left hand and smashed towards the old man angrily. The old man clenched his fist in his right hand, but he didn't dodge or dodge, colliding with the Qigangtian Fingers.

Han Hao's left hand collided with the old man's right hand, and a powerful wave of qi was formed, and the surrounding buildings collapsed and shattered, and the ground was as fragmented as the yellow earth that the old cow had plowed over, and it was a mess. This kind of attack only made the old man take two steps back, and his expression remained unchanged.

Han Hao, on the other hand, was knocked to the ground, his internal organs churned, and he vomited a mouthful of black blood.

The old man snorted coldly: "The kid really has some ways, and the old man can't help but want to take you as an apprentice, but before that, you should die first." ”

A black shadow swept quickly, and Han Hao reached out to catch it, but it was Feng Laonu. At this time, Feng Lao Nu was bleeding all over, and his anger was like a gossamer, and the most serious thing was that the old slave seemed to have been hit by some kind of strange poison, and a black qi was running along the tendons. Han Hao suddenly made a move, sealed Feng Laonu's acupuncture points to prevent the spread of toxins, and then took out a healing pill for Feng Laonu to take, and took another one himself, glaring at the ugly fat woman in red.

The ugly fat woman shuddered, where did she think that this handsome-faced son of the Han family would have such ability, he could fight face-to-face with the old man in Tsing Yi, and create such a movement! If he used such a means when he fought with him just now, it would not be just a trivial matter of cutting off his nails. She slapped Feng Lao Nu away and inadvertently knocked him to Han Hao's side. Unexpectedly, this hunchbacked old ghost seemed to have a deep relationship with Han Hao, and the eyes that looked at her were as if they were being targeted by a life-seeking ghost, which was really terrifying! A touch of bitterness gradually expanded in his heart, and he knew that this was the case, so he didn't make a move on this hunchbacked old ghost.

Feng Lao Nu let out a light cough, and Han Hao hurriedly looked at the old slave with a nervous expression. The old man in Tsing Yi laughed disgustingly: "Give you a pillar of incense time, the old man likes to watch the scene of life and death the most." Feng Laonu's voice was weak, and he said intermittently: "Young master, the old man can't see you marrying a daughter-in-law." The old man's qualifications are inferior, and he relies on an evil skill to have today's second-grade cultivation, so don't blame the old man for not teaching you kung fu. ”

Han Hao choked up and said, "No blame, no blame. The old slave smiled with relief: "As soon as this exercise lifts qi, the whole body is like an ant bite, it hurts." These old men are all self-autistic and suppress cultivation, so they often involve the young master to pick up the wall and get caught. But every time I see the young master sneaking away from other people's families, I think it's funny. Young master, the old man watched you grow up, just like watching his own grandson grow up......"

Han Hao once again sealed a few tricks of the old slave, and the old slave fell into a deep sleep. The old man in Tsing Yi applauded and clapped his hands: "This kind of master-slave love for life and death is really rare." ”

Han Hao stood upright, like a puppet. Suddenly came back to his senses, the winged blood flew back into his palm in an instant, and the next second he was already in front of the ugly fat woman, a sword swept over the woman's neck, and the pig's head-like skull fell to the ground, with horror and remorse on his face.

Han Hao turned around and swept towards the old man, who somehow suddenly had a sense of crisis in his heart. Shaking his head, he threw this inexplicable feeling out of his mind, and struck Han Hao with a fierce wind in one palm.

A trace of enlightenment flashed in his mind, and the killing intent in Han Hao's heart coincided with the murderous aura on the sword, and he muttered softly in his mouth: "Sword Three...... Half Moon" winged up in a semicircular arc and slid through the air without making a sound. Han Hao was slammed to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the violent aura made blood oozing from his eyes, nose, ears.

The old man's right arm in the air strangely detached from his body and fell to the ground. The old man screamed miserably, "Little rabbit cub, Lao Tzu killed you!" The old man roared angrily and rushed towards Han Hao like lightning.

At this time, Han Li had just dealt with General Zhengdong, but the distance was too far for him to reach. Han Bin was surrounded by the men in black, and he was powerless.

Han Hao's seven orifices were bleeding, and the aura in his body was like someone else's, flowing by himself, and he was not controlled at all. A wry smile hung on his mouth, and in his dark eyes, a palm expanded rapidly......