The moment those cold hands locked his neck, the Ghost King Sect disciple swallowed his saliva and his body became stiff. Because he didn't react at all, Ye Han's hands had already locked his throat.
He had no doubt that Ye Han's head could be moved directly with a slight twist of his palm. Therefore, his eyes became frightened at this moment.
"Oh my God, this guy dared to hold someone from the Ghost King Sect hostage. He is really brave of his ambition. The Ghost King Sect always demands revenge, and I'm afraid there will be a big war later."
"Zhao Wuji has already entered the late stage of the Purple Mansion Realm. That boy is probably seeking his own death because he doesn't know the limits of the world..."
"I want to see if he can dare to challenge the Ghost King Sect!"
Not far away, some other teams also flashed towards the Gobi, causing quite a commotion. Some warriors also had a hint of amusement in their eyes.
As we all know, the young master of the Ghost King Sect, Sai Yanluo, is ninth on the list of ruthless people. He is famous among all the disciples who have been tested on the ancient battlefield. In addition, the Ghost King Sect has always been ruthless, so ordinary warriors do not dare to provoke this Ghost King.
Zong.
"Boy, as the saying goes, think twice before you act. I advise you to consider whether you have the ability to provoke me, the Ghost King Sect. If you turn around and leave at this time, I can pretend that nothing happened."
Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice, with a hint of coldness spreading in his eyes.
Obviously, he didn't think that the young man in front of him dared to touch someone from his Ghost King Sect.
Ye Han's eyes narrowed slightly, and then his tone suddenly turned cold,
"Others are afraid of you, the Ghost King Sect, but I'm not. I'll let you see if I dare to kill someone from your Ghost King Sect!"
After saying that, Ye Han's palm twisted hard towards the neck of the Ghost King Sect disciple.
"Puff!"
The disciple of the Ghost King Sect suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and instantly fell to the ground dead.
Wow!
Suddenly, there was a commotion all around. Apparently none of them expected that Ye Han actually dared to kill the men of the Ghost King Sect!
"Boy, you have the guts. But next, I will make you regret everything you have done, and I will kill you with my own hands!"
boom!
Zhao Wuji rose into the sky, his gray robes rustling, billowing black demonic energy erupted from his body, and evil demonic lines appeared on his face, becoming gloomy.
A powerful aura from the late stage of the Purple Mansion realm swept out, setting off strong winds that rolled up the sand, roaring like a sandstorm.
"I'm afraid you don't have the ability!"
Ye Han stood in the sky, his whole body bursting with golden light, as if he was in the bright sun.
"Skeleton swallows the sky!"
Zhao Wuji shouted deeply, and the billowing black ghost energy swept over him. Among the black energy, a Dawson white skull appeared. The pupils of these skulls had will-o'-wisps, and they were evil and gloomy.
Huhuhu~
Thousands of skulls rushed away, carrying billowing black energy, and opened their mouths, as if they wanted to eat up Ye Han's body.
"Nine Yang Fist!"
Ye Hanhan snorted, and without any more nonsense, he clenched his fist, and the Nine Yang Golden Body burst out with bright light. Golden light surged all over the sky, and his fist seemed to be coated with a layer of gold as it blasted out.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Explosive sounds came out one after another, these skulls were smashed with punches, and an astonishing wind of energy tore apart the black energy!
"Let you try my magic hand!"
Hoo ho ho!
The overwhelming ghost energy condensed and turned into a huge palm above Zhao Wuji's head. The palm seemed to have come out of hell, covered with magic lines, which was gloomy and terrifying.
"Die!"
rumble!
The Ten Thousand Demonic Hands suppressed it, and the terrifying power directly pressed out a deep palm print on the Gobi Desert.
"break!"
Ye Han clenched his fists tightly, and the power of the Nine Suns circulated throughout his body. The golden light bloomed, like an ancient Buddhist god, with runes beating. An ancient golden divine fist appeared above his head, and it collided with the hands of all demons as fast as lightning.
"Bang bang bang!"
The collision of the two martial arts caused a crack to open in the desert instantly. The power of the Nine Suns contained in the Golden Divine Fist seemed to have a restraining effect on Zhao Wuji's spiritual power. Therefore, the powerful spiritual power of the Ten Thousand Demon Hands was suppressed by the Nine Suns Divine Fist.
All the punches were easily resisted.
"Damn it! This kid's spiritual power seems to have a restraining effect on me!"
Seeing that this move was broken, Zhao Wuji's face became distorted and ugly. Although his realm was higher, Ye Han's power of Nine Suns seemed to have a restraining effect on this dark attribute spiritual power, so Zhao Wuji
Wuji seemed to be suppressed.
Upon thinking of this, Zhao Wuji waved his sleeves wildly, and the billowing demonic energy gathered in his palm, turning into a black sickle.
Whoosh!
He stamped his feet and stormed away. The black scythe in his hand was like the scythe of death, attacking Ye Han's vital parts crazily.
"Nine Yang Spear!"
Ding ding ding!
Ye Hanshuang mastered the Nine Sun Spear. Facing the overwhelming and tricky attack, he used soldiers to cover up the water and the earth. The Nine Sun Spear in his hand danced flexibly, as if swimming.
In the sky, two figures collided as fast as lightning, one black and one gold erupted, and terrifying energy winds roared away, setting off a sandstorm.
The warriors watching around were watching intently at this moment. They understood that the two of them were in a life-and-death confrontation, and if one of them made the slightest mistake, he would be killed on the spot!
"It's amazing, Zhao Wuji can't get any benefits at all!"
"That boy's spiritual power is so overbearing. He seems to have restrained Zhao Wuji, and he still has a slight upper hand!"
"Hehe, the Ghost King Sect has mentioned the iron barrel this time..."
Discussions broke out in the desert.
"kill!"
In the distance, Jiang Xuerou led the disciples of the Tianlong Merchant Alliance and quickly started a battle with the disciples of the Ghost King Sect. The sound of weapons clashing could be heard throughout the desert.
Bang——
At this time, there was an explosion in the sky.
In the energy storm, the two figures quickly retreated in opposite directions.
Ye Han held the Nine-Sun Spear and stepped back more than a dozen steps. Zhao Wuji also retreated, with a scratch on his face and a trace of blood oozing out.
"This damn boy!"
Zhao Wuji reached out and touched the blood stains on his face, and suddenly became furious. Although he had entered the late stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, when it came to the powerfulness of his spiritual power, Ye Han was not inferior to him at all. Moreover, his weapons were also powerful against him.
It has a restraining effect on itself!
"I won't hold back anymore!"
Zhao Wuji said fiercely.
At this time, he took a deep breath, and a black light burst out from the Qiankun Bag.
Immediately afterwards, a black flag fell into Zhao Wuji's hands.
This black flag is covered with ancient runes and skulls.
"Boy, let me show you the power of my Ghost King Sect's most precious treasure, the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners!"
Huhuhu~
The Ten Thousand Ghost Flags shook slightly, and in an instant a black cloud enveloped the entire desert...