Chapter 1667: Confrontation

(The previous two chapters have been updated and repeated. Now they have been revised. You can re-read them.)
However, Xiao Han felt that he shouldn't show his true strength so quickly.
Whether this is Zhao Wan'er or Zao Wou-ki, it shouldn't be the strongest player in this Happy Secret Realm. It's better to keep a low profile first.
At this time, Xiao Han knew that there was no way to avoid the battle between him and Zao Wou-ki.
Therefore, Xiao Han naturally suppressed his cultivation level to the Profound Profound Period, and his overall strength was even lower than this Zao Wou-ki.
Xiao Han's purpose was to try this first, Zao Wou-ki's true level.
The guy named Zao Wou-ki suddenly raised his arm all the time, and then slowly opened his palm.
I saw that in the palm of his hand, lying quietly a small sword that was inches long, under the sunlight, it was crystal clear and very good.
Flying sword?
When Xiao Han saw it, he knew that the inch-long sword in Zao Wou-ki's hand should be a treasure.
If Xiao Han guessed right, the little sword in this Zao Wuji's hand. It should be a kind of flying sword.
It was like the sky sword in Xiao Han's body.
Some Qi refiners like to hide their flying swords in their bodies and blend them with their bodies. When they use them, they can use them when they move their minds, which is very convenient.
But some flying swords are not suitable for being stored in the body, so some Qi refiners will carry flying swords with them.
Xiao Han hadn't come to ask about the origins and backgrounds of Zao Wou-ki and Zheng Wan'er.
There has been a new movement in Zao Wou-ki's hand.
I saw the cunlight in Zao Wou-ki's palm suddenly rose by tens of centimeters, and then hovered quietly on Zao Wou-ki's palm.
Then Zao Wou-ki smiled, "Let you see the power of my "inch man"."
"call out."
That inch mang suddenly moved, like a living thing, flying briskly across Zao Wou-ki's body, and then, like a urchin, circled around Zao Wou-ki.
This scene made Xiao Han be sure that this inch of light in Zao Wou-ki's hands was indeed a magic weapon.
Even if it is not as good as the Sky Sword in Xiao Han's hand, I am afraid that the inch of Zao Wou-ki's hand is not of a low rank.
Before Xiao Han could figure out why, he suddenly felt a strong wind.
He tilted his head subconsciously, and the inch of light whizzed past Xiao Han's ear, almost drilling a hole in Xiao Han's forehead.
"Fuck, just do it without saying anything. Isn't this discordant?"
With his head tilted, Xiao Han cursed secretly in his heart, just to avoid the whistling inch of light impartially.
Xiao Han's figure flashed, ignoring the little flying sword whizzing in the air, and his whole person leapt like Zao Wuji.
Since this guy was standing on the spot and controlling the flying sword, Xiao Han went straight to Huanglong and headed for Zao Wuji.
He who appeared in front of Zao Wou-ki just stabilized his figure, and that handle Cunman whizzed out with a light beam.
"Ding!"
He smashed the flying sword tens of meters away with a fist, but the stalking flying sword, swished and slammed into Xiao Han's head.
When Xiao Han tried to find a chance to hold the flying sword, he confined it in the palm of his hand.
But it retreats slyly like an unknown prophet, never in love with war.
This kind of flying sword came and went like wind, and it was simply impossible to guard against. Even if Xiao Han was physically strong, he was not afraid of injury, but it was quite troublesome to deal with it.
Moreover, Xiao Han's ability to suppress his cultivation level in the early stages of the Tongxuan Period was worse than this Zao Wuji.
However, it tastes like this
Xiao Han just feels that there hasn't been any big battle recently, and his bones are a bit loose.
Today, I just took advantage of encountering Zao Wou-ki's opponent and played a good game.
It can be regarded as moving the body.
"Senior brother, come on, this guy is a little weaker than you, and you should have no problem defeating him."
Xiao Han just moved, and Zhao Wan'er, who was standing by and watching the battle, could see the details of Xiao Han's strength.
However, she could see that Xiao Han's details were due to the breath that Xiao Han deliberately released.
There was a flying sword around him constantly harassing, forcing Xiao Han to dodge.
Xiao Han didn't want to confront Zao Wou-ki straight ahead, so he tilted his route and ran in a circle around Zao Wou-ki.
One is to constantly dodge the flying sword that whizzes and whizzes away, and the other is to find a chance to take action.
And Zao Wou-ki has been changing his body shape, not only can deal with Xiao Han's shots, but also can control that flying sword to attack, which always shocks Xiao Han.
Xiao Han slapped the flying sword that was swept from the side with a palm, and slapped the flying sword two feet into the ground like a fly.
But that flying sword looked like a woman twisting her waist, and she quickly pulled herself out of the mud, hovering in the air again, and the tip of the sword trembled violently, as if it was equivalent to Xiao Han just shooting it into the ground. Dissatisfaction.
On the one hand, Zao Wou-ki’s divine consciousness control is on the one hand, on the other hand, flying swords of this level almost give birth to some autonomous consciousness, just like Lu Chaofan’s sky sword, it often does not require Xiao Han’s control. Can also participate in battle.
Although Zao Wou-ki's flying sword hadn't reached the level of a sky sword, it was pretty good.
Soon the flying sword swept towards Xiao Han fiercely.
Xiao Han took a deep breath and started to move forward, not paying attention to the flying sword that was about to roar.
After that, every step he took forward grew bigger and bigger.
In the last step, he swept a few tens of meters away, and his momentum was like a rainbow. After arriving in front of Zao Wou-Ki, he didn't say a word, but directly hit his chest with a punch.
Before hitting Lu Chaofan's chest, Lin Wuzhi's fist burst into light.
When Xiao Han punched out, behind him, a phantom of a golden flood dragon appeared.
Being able to transform a fist into the shape of a dragon, the fist of Xiao Han's fist on the surface is already unbelievably strong.
Zhang Wujiye knew that Xiao Han's punch was extraordinary.
A master of the profound cultivation stage, even if there is no flying sword around, the power of one punch is very terrifying.
Zao Wou-ki was calm, and let the flying sword whizzing in the air move freely. He wanted to catch Xiao Han's punch first.
At this time, all the air within Zao Wou-ki's body seemed to freeze.
"Do you think I can only use flying swords to kill enemies? Then you are so wrong." Zhao Wuji looked at Xiao Han with extraordinary momentum, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
When Xiao Han's fist was close in front of him, Zao Wou-Ki's hands suddenly clenched, and a turbulent air radiated from his body.
"Tear..."
Before the two collided, the surrounding air was torn apart.
"Boom..."
There was a loud bang, deafening.
At the moment when Xiao Han's fist touched Zao Wuji's body, the golden dragon phantom behind him disappeared instantly without a trace.
All the fist intent of Xiao Han's body was exerted on Zao Wuji's body without reservation.
Zao Wou-ki withdrew more than ten steps, step by step, leaving two rows of deep footprints on the ground.
Zhao Wan'er was taken aback for a moment, then showed an incredible expression on her face.
This Xiao Han could actually beat his brother back with a punch?
Xiao Han tilted his head, avoiding the flying sword behind his head, and looked at Zao Wou-ki with a smile: "How about it, I can still do this punch? If I didn't leave one hand, you are already Lying on the ground crying for father and mother."
Being so despised by his opponents, Zao Wou-ki's face was hard to see the extreme.
Obviously, Xiao Han's strength is weaker than him. Why is there such a great power in a punch?
Up to now, the breath of Zao Wou-ki's body is still chaotic.
Zao Wou-ki didn't say a word, but suddenly hunted in a white robe.
There is no wind around, and no electric fan behind him, one can imagine how angry Zao Wou-ki is now.
Anger to the extreme.
Xiao Han jumped up again, and easily escaped the flying sword that galloped up again.
This flying sword was flying around, very irritable.
Had it not been for Xiao Han to suppress his cultivation level and strength in the early stages of the Tongxuan Period, Xiao Han really wanted to grab it directly in his hand, and directly squeezed this inch-long flying sword.
"Are you very angry? There is nothing you can do if you are angry. I still saved my hand with the punch just now. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it.
As he said, Xiao Han took another step, then exclaimed, "Try another punch."
Xiao Han delivered another punch.
The momentum of this punch was very weak, it was so weak, there was no movement.
Compared to the last time, the golden dragon phantom was the sound of tearing the air, and it was extremely calm.
However, Zao Wou-ki, who stood still, condensed his eyes, revealing a solemn expression for the first time.
Although the guy in front of him only had the cultivation realm of the early stage of the Profound Enlightenment Period, his overall strength in the battle was astonished even in the middle stage of the Profound Enlightenment Period.
It seems that Zao Wou-ki intentionally made Xiao Han’s body in this boxing, and he suffered a dark loss in the previous punch, so he had the intention to let Xiao Han punch again, so this punch was impartial. Up his chest.
This punch, whether it was punching or hitting Zao Wou-ki's chest, was silent.
However, with such a calm punch, Zhao Wan'er's expression changed not far away.
Zhao Wou-ki was smashed out by Xiao Han with a punch, and he was smashed out of the trail and fell into the flowers next to him.
After crushing the flowers and plants all the way, Zao Wuji finally stopped.
However, he soon supported the ground with both hands and walked from the flowers to Xiao Han.
Zao Wou-ki's face was extremely gloomy.
Xiao Han smiled and said, "How about? You have a flying sword and I have a fist. Your flying sword can't stab me, but my fist can hit you. Do you want another punch?"