In the valley not far from the exit on the second floor of the Ancient Battlefield, Yan Zhen sat cross-legged on the ground motionless, while the other three young men lay lazily on the ground, somewhat absent-minded.
What the hell is that bastard doing in there? It's been half a month and he still hasn't come out! A man couldn't help but speak, his voice full of resentment.
This is Senior Brother Gong Hao's order. Let alone half a month, even a month will have to wait.
If we complete this matter, Senior Brother Gong Hao will definitely give us a generous reward after we return.
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Quiet!
Yan Zhen, who was sitting still, suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he shouted, his body jumped up like a spring and landed on the ridge.
He's finally here!
Yan Zhen squinted his eyes, and the long and narrow scar on his cheek became a little ferocious. In the depths of his pupils, a black shadow was reflected, growing from a small black spot to a larger one.
In a moment, the black shadow was less than a hundred meters away from him.
Well, the third level of Xuantai? Your cultivation has improved so quickly! With a slight snort, Yan Zhen's figure has already jumped over the ridge, and shot away towards the black shadow, let's go!
After hearing Yan Zhen's words, the other three young men were briefly surprised, but they were overjoyed and rushed out of the valley following Yan Zhen.
Within a few seconds, the four of them had intercepted the figure.
Are you Mu Han?
Yan Zhen looked indifferent, looking at the figure who paused ten meters away, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes involuntarily.
He was a slender young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old.
His appearance is extremely handsome, and his facial features seem to be carefully carved, especially his eyes, which are as bright as stars, like two shining gems. What is even more eye-catching is that this young man's skin is particularly fair.
Women, especially silk and satin, are delicate and smooth, as if they have just shed a layer of skin.
That's right, you are...
Mu Han frowned slightly. After rescuing Xi Shun and others from the Lingbao Tianzong, he wandered around the second floor of the battlefield for several days, and even returned to the War Soul Hall to kill dozens of Xuan Fei under the Sixth Heaven.
The skeleton ghost general gathered his thoughts and returned to Ancient Spirit City.
What Mu Han didn't expect was that he was blocked by people at the exit of the battlefield, and the looks on these people's faces seemed extremely unkind.
Take action!
Yan Zhen shouted coldly, and the true energy in his body surged out, and suddenly a three-meter-long black spear condensed in his palm, and it stabbed towards Mu Han like lightning.
The tip of the gun trembled, and the gun flowers rippled up and down, left and right, seemingly chaotic, but continuous.
In an instant, Yan Zhen had already stabbed eighteen spears, and the spears condensed into black vortexes, as if they wanted to suck up all the poor light within an area of tens of meters. The eighteen black vortexes,
It actually sealed off the entire area above, below, left, and right of Mu Han like a prison.
Turbulent Dragon Locking Spear Technique!
Mu Han's pupils suddenly shrank, and he blurted out, you are actually the disciples of the 'Wuji Tianzong'! When Mu Han was in the secret realm of the Wuji Tianzong, he almost explored all the martial tablets imprinted with the Wuji Tianzong's high-quality skills, and only saw Yan Zhen take action.
I immediately saw the clues.
The turbulent dragon-locking spear technique is a high-quality technique in the Wuji Tianzong Martial Monument Secret Realm.
Have some eyesight!
Yan Zhen seemed a little surprised, but he said in a cold voice, "It's a pity that you offended the people you shouldn't have offended. Today you can get to know those people you killed!" The voice faded, and Yan Zhen stepped forward quickly, holding his hands in his hands.
The spear tip hit the eighteen black whirlpools one after another.
Amid the shrill roaring sound, eighteen black whirlpools turned into eighteen black holes.
At this moment, Mu Han seemed to be caught in the turbulence, and the overwhelming force of suction came over him layer by layer, as if trying to suck Mu Han in and tear him into pieces.
You want me to die? Then you must die first!
Mu Han's eyebrows were raised slightly, a purple light flashed on his body, and the lightning power burst out, and the sucking power that surged from the black hole instantly dissipated into nothingness.
In the next moment, the Chunqiu sword suddenly condensed from the palm of his hand.
Mu Han stepped forward and thrust out the long knife fiercely. Wherever the blade passed, a purple storm seemed to roll up in front of Mu Han. Amidst the rumbling thunder, the storm rolled forward, and in an instant
Suddenly, it collided with the black hole created by Yan Zhen's turbulent dragon-locking spear technique.
boom!
The crazy impact caused a violent explosion, and even the ground shook.
Seeing the purple light that soared into the sky quickly melting the black hole, the three young men behind who were preparing to watch the show were quite shocked. Even Yan Zhen couldn't help but his face changed slightly, and he said in disbelief: Thunder Blade Technique?
How could it be so powerful?
Tsk tsk...
After Mu Han's flat ground wind and thunder, the Spring and Autumn Broadsword in his hand did not pause at all. The fury of thunder, thunder and lightning were unleashed like running water. The harsh sound of breaking through the air vibrated the void, and the violent thunder and hell force tore the eighteen black holes apart.
Got to be broken into pieces.
call!
Yan Zhen's face was gloomy, and the black gun in his hand suddenly split into two, bent into a strange arc, and swept out from the left and right at the same time. In an instant, the black air surged out from the gun body like roaring waves, setting off ten waves.
A black wave several meters high attacked Mu Han.
At this moment, the entire world became as dark as ink.
Mu Han sneered in his heart and immediately used the last move of the Thunder Sword Technique. For a moment, thunder bursts between the sky and the earth, as if the end of the world had suddenly come. Countless broken purple sword fragments exploded at the same time, and the thunder hell force crazily flew around.
Raging wildly.
The eyes of the three young men watching the battle widened.
In the thick darkness, a purple thunder ball expanded at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye. In an instant, it melted the shadows squeezing around Mu Han. Then, there was a flash of purple sword light.
The thunder ball actually broke through and hit the tip of Yan Zhen's spear.
Chi!
A strange sound like cracking silk suddenly rang out, and the sword light split open the gun body with lightning speed and penetrated into Yan Zhen's chest. After an instant, a long and narrow crack appeared on Yan Zhen's back, and bright red blood spurted out from it.
When it came out, it actually splashed all over the face of a man behind.
Yan Zhen lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief, the scar on his cheek twitching sharply.
But at this time, before the purple light in the sky dissipated, Mu Han's figure suddenly appeared, following the sword light, he came straight towards him, and the re-condensed long sword in his hand rested on the side of Yan Zhen's neck like lightning, with a sharp
The energy tore open his skin and almost gurgled out, and even the arteries and blood vessels inside could be faintly seen.
Say! Who asked you to come?
Mu Han shouted in a low voice, and his voice was like a wisp of dark wind blowing from the Jiuyou underground.