Chapter 896 One Punch Kills One Person!

【Thank my brother Ruotianwu】

From Lanfan's point of view, it's okay to kill this guy first.

Just as he was planning, Wuming took two sips of wine:

"It's no fun to have too many people bullying few people, I, hiccup, I'll help you keep the two of you in check."

While speaking, he held a long blue sword in his hand, and when he came up, he fought with Wuxi and Yuan Bing.

Everyone did not expect that Wuming would be so powerful, he could overwhelm the two of them with sword moves, and he could even drink two sips of wine while fighting.

The Great Elder of Fengxue Pavilion got his wish this time, and fought with Dong Chen, and the two forces fought again.

But in terms of momentum, the Tianxia Mountain was full of vigor, and because of the heavy losses in the Fengxue Pavilion, they fought quite cautiously at this time, fearing their hands and feet, and retreating in succession.

It seems that this battle has become a battle between several people from Kunxu Realm and the three from Zhang Hanyang's side. Whoever wins will determine the outcome of the entire battle.

Zhang Han strode across the sky, seemingly slowly, but actually walked towards Nan Shisan very quickly.

A hundred meters away on the left, Lang Fan and the Lord Sinan had already fought together.

After three moves just now, Lang Fan felt aggrieved.

Normally, in Kunlun Immortal World, he could stab the opponent to death with one move, but now, he couldn't break through that layer of skin.

So he gave Nan Shisan a look.

"superior!"

Whizzing!

Nan Shisan once again used Mingyue Tong, this time he went all out, and the two beams of light were almost as thick as the waist of an adult man.

Zhang Han slapped his right hand, and the pure spiritual power cast a layer of protection, constantly sapping the power of Mingyue Tong.

But the next second.

Boom!

Lan Fan, who was in front of Sinan, came behind Zhang Han in a strange figure, and stabbed down at Zhang Han's back with a short blade.

"I can't break through that guy's defense, but you Zhang Hanyang, die for me!"

Lanvin believes in his own speed,

Can stab the sword before Zhang Han reacts.

The secret technique he performed has already brought him a lot of military exploits, and it is no problem for a mere secular Zhang Hanyang.

His short blade is not just a sharp weapon, it is refined by soaking in the poison of nine lives for 30 years, but if it is contaminated with a trace, even the golden core will die.

Nan Shisan was also aware of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't perform any moves. He was watching the excitement, or admiring the moment when Zhang Hanyang died.

Undoubtedly, making Nan Shisan have such an expectant expression is enough to prove the opponent's strength.

The weak cannot get the emotions of the strong.

"Little man!"

Dong Chen's pupils shrank.

Zhang Guangyou's face changed drastically.

I didn't expect that Lan Fan's attack was so fierce, what would happen to Zhang Han if he stabbed with this sword?

Everyone knew in their hearts that being stabbed with a sword by such a strong man would basically mean death.

"Master!"

Zhao Feng's heartbeat seemed to have stopped, and a feeling of suffocation came oncoming.

Mu Xue, Head Mu, Jiang Yanlan, Head Jiang, Head of the Illusory Demon Sect, Shi Fenghou, Sirius Ye, surrounded by tens of thousands of people.

Almost all eyes are on Zhang Han.

Looking at the short blade emitting a faint light, it fell slowly.

Could it be that Zhang Hanyang, who had just returned and almost turned the tide of the battle, was going to die under this sword?

Under many tense eyes.

Time seemed to slow down.

near!

closer!

The short blade is only ten centimeters away from Zhang Han!

At this time, Zhang Han turned around slowly, but the speed could not keep up with the fall of the short blade.

That's too late!

Everyone held their breath, and even at this moment, the entire battlefield became absolutely silent.

No one is making a move, and everyone is watching the scene above.

Finally, when the short blade came, Zhang Han turned around.

His expression remained calm.

But the short blade was already close to his chest.

Facing this sword, Zhang Han stretched his left hand forward, as if he wanted to hold the opponent's short blade, and made a fist with his right hand.

"die!"

The smile on the corner of Lanvin's mouth just hung up.

clang!

The short blade stabs down.

In an instant, a metal clanging sound spread throughout the world, as if two sharp blades were touching each other.

brush!

Lan Fan's smile froze.

"This is impossible!"

His pupils narrowed sharply.

It is very clear that the short blade that won the prestigious reputation for himself did not even pierce the opponent's skin?

How can this be!

The defense of the dragon-scaled person before was nothing more than a treasure.

But the cold yang in front of him, only his skin blocked his short blade?

Why?

He was suddenly a little confused.

Nan Shisan, Yuan Bing, and Wu Xi's expressions became exaggerated, and many people present could tell that their expressions were a little shocked.

"Maybe you are a real cultivation base, and you can still hurt me."

Zhang Han said these words calmly, and his left hand suddenly grabbed the opponent's short blade.

"It's a pity that you are not even a golden core now."

Ka Ka Ka Ka!

I saw Zhang Han holding his left hand, and the opponent's short blade made a sound of shattering.

"you you!"

Lan Fan's face changed drastically: "Are you a master of physical cultivation?"

He was shocked and angry.

Physical training is not only a waste of resources, it is not without physical training in Kunlun Immortal World, but physical training techniques are not so high-end and comprehensive, and the opponent's cold yang can even resist his own ultimate move with his body.

Holding his own short blade in one hand, I dare not imagine.

"Shocked?"

Zhang Han suddenly leaked a smile.

Click!

Lang Fan felt the crisis of life and death in an instant, and his figure wanted to retreat quickly.

But Zhang Han's right fist has already fallen.

"Heavenly Demon Fist."

Zhang Hanxiu's second level, the body of the demon, plus the skin of the demon, has shown its power in defense.

Cultivate the supernatural powers of the Heavenly Demon Fist.

When Zhang Han learned about the supernatural power, he was a little stunned. Tianmoquan is a close-combat supernatural power. The closer the distance, the stronger the power.

No one can fight with the powerful man who created the Undead Demon King Art, only to avoid his edge.

It has been a while since Zhang Han combined his understanding of cultivating immortals and fully mastered Tianmo Fist.

Now cast for the first time...

Even Lan Fan didn't have time to think, and wanted to dodge the spell just now.

Suddenly found that the black light on Zhang Han's right fist directly suppressed his spell.

One punch breaks everything!

"help me!"

Lan Fan has a lot of combat experience, he roars with alarm, countless spiritual powers run through the cortex, and if he wants to defend frontally, as long as he blocks the opponent's move, it doesn't matter even if he is seriously injured, because he still has teammates.

Nan Shisan was also taken aback, and Mingyue Tong reappeared.

But the speed is simply too late.

Boom!

When a punch fell, the sky and the earth changed color, as if at this moment, the sky and the earth were dark.

boom!

Zhang Han's fist landed on Lang Fan's chest.

At this moment, Zhang Han's eyes flickered black, and there was a black mist around his body.

It's like a generation of demon kings came out.

And Lan Fan in front of him, the strong man in Kunlun Immortal Realm.

The whole body was filled with a layer of faint black light, and then fell apart, turning into a wisp of smoke, which slowly dissipated.

Lanfan, pawn!

This scene terrified too many people.

"Zhang, Zhang Hanyang, he is a devil, a devil!"

The head of the Illusory Demon Sect almost went crazy: "Last time he couldn't kill Peak Tiancheng, but now...how could he? He is a devil! Run, run! Run! Run!"

Even the people in Kunlun Immortal Realm were killed by him, who can stop him?

The head of the Illusory Demon Sect turned pale with fright, and wanted to run away without saying a word.

But Zhang Han paid attention to them.

"Want to run away from me?"

Whoosh!

Zhang Han's figure flashed, and his exaggerated speed made Shi Fenghou feel a little frightened.

It seems to be about the same as my peak speed, too fast.

Even before the head of the Illusory Demon Sect could react, he saw Zhang Han punching him in front of him.

boom!

The defense of the head of the Illusory Demon Sect is like paper, which can be broken at the first touch.

The whole person was beaten to pieces.

"It's time for this battle to end."

Zhang Han looked at the surrounding people.

The head of the seven sects of Ten Tiger Gate and Promise Gate.

Stared at by Zhang Han.

With one movement of body and one punch, one person was killed.

bang bang bang...

Tens of thousands of people were stunned.

Mu Xue's expression is full of admiration:

"I've already said it, the master is a great demon king! Look! He has shown his power, and everyone is going to die! Blood flows like a river, and the bones are everywhere..."

The picture she saw at the beginning appeared in Mu Xue's mind.

With so many corpses, it is afraid that tens of thousands of people present will all die, which is less than one percent.

Great Demon King!

The complete devil!

Master Mu's face was stiff, a little at a loss:

This kid is so fierce, my God, no wonder my daughter wants to get rid of the word "register" and become the disciple of this kind of person.

Zhang Guangyou's eyes were bright, and there was even a faint trace of tears.

Son, you are really promising, so amazing, really amazing...

Dong Chen, Third Elder, Great Elder, Ji Wushuang, Lei Tiannan, Jiang Yanlan, Zhao Feng, etc., almost everyone stood in place, looking up at Zhang Han's slaughter.

powerful!

Suppress the audience, no one can match it.

As for those people in Fengxue Pavilion, they were so frightened that their hearts were torn apart.

Looking at Zhang Han's invincible power, how could he want to continue fighting.

People are confused and want to run away.

Finally, the first person turned and fled.

The second, the third... the hundredth...

The crowd was out of control.

"kill!"

Seeing this, Dong Chen shouted sharply, and the Tianxia Mountain crowd immediately chased him down.

It was too late to say it, but it was only a dozen seconds before Zhang Han bombarded and killed Lang Fan.

Nan Shisan's face turned slightly pale:

"You actually... everyone collaborated to kill him!"

Nan Shisan also felt incredible, but in the current situation, he could only try to kill Zhang Han, otherwise he would just escape.

"How to partner?"

Wuxi and Yuan Bing were wrestled by Wuming and couldn't get away.

On the contrary, Si Nan, the Lord of Longlin City, looked left and right, and finally ran to the back of Nan Shisan to prevent him from escaping.

Nan Shisan's face was ugly when he saw this, and when he was about to say something, Zhang Han had already flew over quickly.

"You are not enough to kill me!"

Nan Shisan said in a cold voice, Mingyue Tong came out again.

But Zhang Han ignored his attack and came to the front very quickly.

This time, Nan Shisan was on guard and did not get close to him.

But Zhang Han's supernatural power is not just one.

Probe forward with your left hand.

Broken empty hands!

Buzz buzz!

The surrounding space was trembling, Nan Shisan's speed was slow, and he was extremely uncomfortable, turning his head to look at Zhang Han.

Oncoming is that magical punch!

"Zhang, Han, Yang!"

Nan Shisan roared up to the sky, and a ring appeared on his right hand, surrounding his body.

boom!

blocked the punch.

But Zhang Han's next punch has come.

bang bang bang bang...

After punching five times in succession, the ring cracked with a 'click'.

With the sixth punch, the ring shattered.

Then, Zhang Han dropped his seventh punch.

"No! No! Zhang Hanyang! No, I am..."

Nan Shisan's frightened roar came to an abrupt end.

Lanvin, Nan Shisan, fall!