Now it’s not assassination, it’s desperate!
Han Yang’s latosolic red eyes. There was a flash of divine light, and when Shao Ye flew at himself, sixteen spirits disappeared instantly and then appeared instantly, circling Shao Ye in the center.
Shao Ye was unmoved at the moment. At the same time, the short blade always pointed at Han Yang’s ontology while evading the attack of the spirit.
"The killer paid his debts."
Han yangmeng took a deep breath. Right fist. Once again, an energy particle gathered and led the light, and at the same time, Shao Ye suddenly put aside the siege of the sixteen Han Yang spirits. This time it is one-on-one!
"Duh!" Han Yang a loud roar loud. The moment when the right fist swung out disappeared.
Master Shao was surprised. The body is almost instinctively biased to the right … A sharp pain came from the left side of the body in an instant.
Han Yang that one punch will he has become immortal ghost fairy body abruptly hit a gap and it is a gap that cannot be repaired immediately with something congenial.
"Good boy fist has actually reached the streamer realm." Xingtian, who is hiding in the high place, wowed, "According to this degree, this kid’s body skills may be able to compete with Zhu Rong in a thousand years."
Vulcan Zhu Rong’s vitality is the worst among the four fiends, but the fiend’s already strong body vitality is even better than the fairy Buddha of the same level. Even the worst Zhu Rong can fight with Xuanyuan without using Xuanyuan sword.
Xingtian thinks that Han Yang will be able to compete with Zhu Rong physically in one thousand years, which is a great compliment to him.
Han Yang fully missed Shao Ye’s key with one punch, and the second punch began to brew with a slight one leng followed by his right fist.
Master Shao knows that Han Yang is now seeing his right fist badly, and slowly knows that the second fist is brewing. If he has the time to finish it, he will die himself.
Immediately broke Shao Ye’s short blade and closed his hands to produce countless handprints. This is also a desperate effort. He must tell the difference between life and death before Han Yang punches!
The archers on the highland saw that Han Yang and Shao Ye were fighting together now, but they couldn’t shoot an arrow with a soul. All of them were at a loss.
"Hey, you’ve been cheated." Han Yang suddenly smiled strangely in the eyes of latosolic red moment back down.
When Shao Ye was surprised and didn’t come to respond, a long shadow suddenly appeared from Han Yang’s chest and hit Shao Ye’s Mudong Pill in a flash with crackle.
There is no match for the dead from Nigong Maru to Shao Ye’s ghost fairy body.
It was not until this moment that Shao Ye saw the true face of this Taoist shadow, which was made up of 17 spirits of Han Yang.
Seventeen spirits? !
Shao Ye spat out blood with a "jump" and instinctively looked at the place where the man was hanging. The man hanging in the eye was actually a ghost soldier under his command.
He couldn’t figure out why the last person to die would be the one who had taken the advantage!
The attack of 17 spirits didn’t end. The moment Shao Ye didn’t fall, together with Han Yang himself, 18 figures had arrived at the highlands in an instant.
Kill!
Kill kill!
Kill without forgiveness!
"I told you that no one here wants to leave alive!" Look at these panicked archers who want to escape. There is no pity in Han Yang’s eyes. "Slaughter is now the real beginning. Blood, wash a rising sun for me! "
In just one cup of tea, there are no people in the whole mine except Han Yang and that man, and all the ghost soldiers are gone!
"Don’t blame me for doing something wrong with the wrong master." Han Yang looked at the man who was still in a coma and sighed gently. He was like a man who had been evacuated. He slumped to the ground.
"Fortunately, the ghost power of a spiritual body is reserved to repair this left arm, otherwise this body will be completely abolished!" Han Yang couldn’t help smiling bitterly. "It’s really hard to think of fighting alone!"
Zhu Xian hasn’t arrived yet.
Han Yang knew that Brother Zhu was either in trouble on the way here or was locked up and practiced by the old monster Xingtian, which is probably more likely.
But I finally won by myself …
Song Lian Heng, Song Emperor Song Cheng and even the whole underworld! Since you can’t be fair and clean, I, Han Yang, even if I give my life, even if I can’t see Xuelin in this life, even if I’m past my wits, I have to return a Lang Lang Gan Kun here!
Shirley, I’m sorry …
You would have done the same thing, wouldn’t you?
Hehe, in fact, we are all idiots … How are you doing in the ghost world?
I finally came to the underworld, very close to the underworld, very close to …
Can you hear my thoughts? I really miss-
I really, really miss having you around … Shirley …
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Chapter seventy-five Potential
"This kid … is really not simple. No wonder Hung-chun had him in his prediction." Suddenly there was a powerful mana fluctuation in the air, and Xingtian stood quietly in the air like a tear in the space.
Han Yang at the bottom is already in a coma at the moment because of excessive mana consumption.
A faint resentment wrapped around him, absorbing the remaining energy particles in the air, and a kind of repair degree visible to the naked eye is constantly repairing Han Yang’s battered body.
"The body of resentment is really taking advantage. I am afraid that as long as the body is immortal, it will be able to recover." Xingtian smiled faintly. "Even I, a fiend, don’t have this ability. It’s really an enviable ability."
Xingtian slowly falling step by step towards Han Yang.
That faint resentment seems to be very hostile to Xingtian, which has doubled in an instant.
"Ha ha is the instinct to protect the Lord? These grievances don’t look simple. " Xingtian smiled left hand slowly raised "according to the degree of self-repair now I’m afraid there is no way to fully recover within a year? This can’t be done. Although I originally planned to stay for one day, since I have had interesting things, I might as well watch more excitement. "
As Xingtian raised his left hand, those grievances were gradually suppressed.
As Xingtian thought that he had completely suppressed this resentment and was ready to start work to restore Han Yang’s body, the resentment that had already been pressed by Xingtian’s mana suddenly seemed to be injected with endless power, and the ban imposed by Xingtian was abruptly pushed aside.
"hmm?" Xingtian was also taken aback that his ban was pushed aside in such a short time, which was the first time since the war with Xuanyuan old ghost.
Xingtian looked at the rising grievances and frowned: "Obviously, these grievances are different from what I have seen before …"