Everyone outside the building had never seen such a scene of "immortals" fighting. [Marshmallow Novel Network updates quickly, the website page is clean, there are few ads, and there are no pop-ups. I like this kind of website the most, so I must give it a thumbs up] Everyone is paying full attention.
They stared inside with great excitement. In their eyes, it was really shocking that the pock-marked young man could make such a big movement with his hand. Although Leng Han seemed to be very awesome, but after all, the momentum was not as great as that of the pock-marked young man!
Everyone thought: How can Leng Han be so arrogant this time?
The arrows rained down, but before they even approached, the ice knives swung immediately shattered and dissipated amidst the banging sound. Even the surrounding walls began to vibrate at this moment.
Leng Han's expression was as usual. He trembled, made a hand seal with his hands, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he pushed forward suddenly. Suddenly, bursts of white light flashed on his body. With the force of the push, these white lights flashed forward.
The light immediately burst out from his body and turned into a three-color mist, covering the entire hall!
At the moment when the three-color mist formed, the pock-marked young man's eyes flashed, he made a seal with his right hand, and waved suddenly. He immediately printed a magic formula on the word "kill" in the air. Immediately, the word "kill" quickly spun and issued.
At the same time, the entire hall was filled with a strange killing sound. This sound was ethereal, intermittent, and confusing!
"go!"
The pock-marked young man, with a fierce expression on his face, let out a weird laugh. He moved towards "kill" a little bit. He immediately flashed the word "kill" wildly, and with crazy murderous intent, he rushed towards Leng Han. It was extremely fast, and the word "kill" was not even visible.
At that time, the huge cold murderous aura spread immediately.
This crazy cloud surge of breath suddenly enveloped the cold surroundings, and the murderous aura entered his body, and his blood was even frozen. Marshmallow Novel Network. Under this breath, Xiaoman's face changed instantly, and he immediately
He sat down and muttered something! Gradually his face returned to normal!
The moment he noticed this aura, Leng Han was shocked, and his eyes immediately lit up. He was very familiar with this aura, and it was clearly made of evil energy!
However, the cold murderous aura emitted by the other party was obviously a level lower than his own evil aura in terms of attributes.
Leng Han immediately stepped back. At the same time, he made a hand gesture with his right hand and pointed forward. Suddenly, the evil spirit rolled in the mist and spread out.
The moment the evil aura dispersed, the cold murderous aura that invaded Leng Han's body immediately dissipated. Even the murderous aura around him immediately turned into streaks of dark red energy and was absorbed by the evil aura.
The word 'kill' that hit him immediately stopped, and after a few wild flashes, it shrank by more than half, and its momentum was immediately reduced!
Leng Han's eyes flashed and he waved his big hand. In the hall, the mist rolled and the evil spirit filled the air, turning into the shadow of two big hands. They flew towards the word 'kill' and the pockmarked young man!
The word "kill" in mid-air shook the whole body and collapsed suddenly, like hundreds of streams returning to the sea, turning into dark red energy and being absorbed by the evil spirit!
Elsewhere, a young man with a pockmarked face was pale. He never expected that Leng Han could turn out evil energy. If evil energy is water, then murderous energy is water droplets. If evil energy is fire, then murderous energy is sparks. 2.
One is the origin and the other is a branch. They are not the same.
The pock-marked young man's face was lifeless and his eyes were dim. Even if his cultivation was deeper than Leng Han's, if he encountered evil spirits, he would only be beaten wildly!
Leng Han's eyes were calm, and his evil palm fell on the pockmarked young man without any hesitation.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the pock-marked young man's body flashed with a murderous red light crazily, but this red light had no effect. He collapsed immediately, and the clothes on his body also instantly turned into pieces, sweeping and smashing around!
The pock-marked young man's expression was as gloomy as dead water. He was blasted out, hit the stone wall of the hall, and then bounced back to the ground. His whole body was naked, and blood was flowing from his mouth! He was in such an embarrassing state!
He slowly climbed up. His momentum had been greatly reduced!
Leng Han clenched his hands and stepped on his feet. The place he stepped on immediately shattered. His body flew out suddenly and was blasted away with a punch.
The pockmarked young man had some fear in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and spat out a red light. The red light turned into a phantom flying sword. On top of the flying sword, a cold light flashed, and murderous intent was everywhere, but it was no longer as powerful as before!
The phantom flying sword flashed and pierced Leng Han's fist. Leng Han's expression remained the same as before. He snorted softly and collided with the phantom flying sword.
"Kaka"
The Phantom Flying Sword didn't show any delay. It immediately collapsed from the middle and turned into countless small fragments, which dissipated. At the same time, a dark red evil aura suddenly came out from the Phantom Flying Sword and followed Leng Han's fist into the pockmarked young man's body.
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Leng Han's eyes flashed, and his mind moved. His hair fluttered behind him, and dark red evil energy immediately flashed within the opponent's body several times. The pockmarked young man's will immediately became fragile and collapsed, and his expression suddenly became depressed.
Leng Leng shouted and raised his fist to strike again.
There was a hint of panic in the pock-marked young man's eyes, and he stamped his feet as hard as he could before retreating hastily.
"Brother, you and I don't have any deep hatred, why are you so aggressive!!" The pockmarked young man said sadly with a look of fear on his face!
Leng Han retracted his fist and looked at the pockmarked young man with cold eyes.
Suddenly, the surroundings became silent, and there was no sound except for the sound of blowing clothes.
The pock-marked young man had sweat on his forehead. He looked in shock at the handyman in front of him who had swallowed his anger just a few days ago. Searching his memory, he found that Senior Brother Wu Jiang probably only told him that day that Leng Han had learned about Jin Yuan Qi and had no way of studying Confucianism.
His cultivation level is low. He is a handyman who can be bullied. He didn’t say anything else... Now it seems that he was really wrong!
He cried out in his heart, Brother Wu, you have killed me. This person is not as useless as you said! ... He can only be left to yourself!
Leng Han narrowed his eyes and said, "Tell me, can we take on the Class A mission?"
"Yes!" The pockmarked young man checked the sweat on his forehead!
"My Xiaoman will take care of all the A-level tasks from now on, okay?" Leng Han said calmly!
"This... Class A mission is usually for mid-level handymen..." The pockmarked young man hesitated for a moment.
Leng Han's eyes flashed, staring at the pockmarked young man, a cold light bursting out.
"snort!……"
A cold snort frightened the pockmarked young man, and he trembled all over. He immediately said to please...!
"Okay, okay... whatever you say is fine, brother!"
Looking at him like this, he is completely different from his previous arrogant look! Everyone outside the building exclaimed inwardly and were shocked. I didn't expect this Leng Han to be so arrogant... Even the 'immortal master' was there
She softened in front of him.
Just now, everyone secretly felt sorry for the pockmarked young man, but at this moment, they all secretly felt lucky that they did not reveal their thoughts. When they looked into Leng Han's eyes, they were all in awe. Strength was their measure.
The standard of awe. Now no one will take another look at the pockmarked young man!