Chapter 896: Kill one person!

[Thank me if I danced my brother]
In the eyes of Lang Fan, it is OK to kill this guy first.
Just as he planned, he unknowed two big drinks:
"It’s boring for people to bully people. I, hey, I will help you to contain two people."
During the speech, he held a blue long sword, and when he came up, he fought with Wuxi and Yuan.
Everyone did not expect that the namelessness would be so strong, and the sword would force the two to work together, and even if they were able to drink two drinks while drinking, they would be fascinated.
Feng Xuege’s elders got their wish this time and struggled with Dong Chen. The two forces once again played a role.
However, from the perspective of imposing manners, Tianxia Mountain is a tiger, and Feng Xuege has a heavy loss. At this time, he is very cautious, fearful and frustrated.
It seems that this battle has become a battle between the three people in Kunming and Zhang Hanyang. Whoever wins can decide the win or loss of the entire battle.
Zhang Han volleyed, seemingly slow, but in reality, he quickly moved to the South XIII.
A hundred meters to the left, Langfan and Sinan City have already played a group.
Just after three strokes, Lang Fan’s heart was wronged.
In the usual time, in the Kunlun fairy world, one can kill each other, but now, can not break the layer of skin.
So he handed a look to Nan XIII.
"on!"
Whizzing!
South Thirteen once again made a bright moon, this time he went all out, the two beams of light are almost as thick as the waist of an adult man.
Zhang Han’s right hand shot, purely spiritual power to display a layer of protection, constantly killing the power of the moon.
Can be next second.
Bang!
In front of Sinan, Lang Fan, after a strange body came to Zhang Han, the short blade slammed down against Zhang Han's back.
"That guy can't break the defense, but you Zhang Hanyang, give me death!"
Lang Fan believes in his own speed and can stab this sword before Zhang Han reacts.
The secret technique he has performed has already brought him a lot of combat power. For a secular Zhang Hanyang in the district, it is not a problem.
His short blade is not only a sharp weapon, but he has been immersed in the poison of nine lives for 30 years. However, if he is contaminated with a trace, even Jin Dan will die.
At this point, the South XIII is also clear, the eyes are slightly stunned, and there is no display, watching the excitement, or enjoying the moment when Zhang Hanyang died.
There is no doubt that the South Thirteen can have such an expression of expectation, which is enough to prove the strength of the other side.
The weak, can not get the emotions of the strong.
"Little Han!"
Dong Chen’s hole is shrinking.
Zhang Guangyou's face changed greatly.
I did not expect that the wave of the offensive was so fierce, this sword stabbed, what would the Zhang Han be?
Everyone knows in their hearts that being stabbed by these strong players is basically a fall.
"Master!"
Zhao Feng’s heartbeat seems to have stopped, and a feeling of suffocation comes on the scene.
Mu Xue, Mu Zhangmen, Jiang Lanlan, Jiang Zhangmen, Magical Zongzhangmen, Shifeng Hou, Night Wolf, tens of thousands of people around.
Almost all eyes are gathered on Zhang Han's body.
Look at the short blade that emits the light, and slowly fall.
Could it be that Zhang Hanyang, who has just returned, almost reversed the situation, is going to die under this sword?
Under a lot of nervous eyes.
Time seems to be slow.
Near!
Closer!
Short blade distance Zhang Han is only ten centimeters!
At this time, Zhang Han slowly turned, 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 showed absolute silence.
No one is shooting, they are watching the scene above.
Finally, in the short blade, Zhang Han turned around.
His expression is still not shocked.
But the short blade is close to his chest.
Faced with this sword, Zhang Han stretched his left hand and seemed to want to hold the other's short blade and his right hand to make a fist.
"dead!"
The smile of Lang Fan’s mouth just hangs.
clang!
Short blade stabbed.
In an instant, a metal symphony spread throughout the world, as if the two sharp edges touched each other.
brush!
The smile of Lang Fan solidified.
"This is impossible!"
His pupils shrank sharply.
It is very clear that I have won the short blade of the name of Hehewei, and even the skin of the other party has not been pierced?
How can this be!
Before the dragon scales, the defense was nothing but the treasure.
Can this front of the cold sun, just the skin blocked his short blade?
why?
He suddenly lost some confusion.
South XIII, Yuan Bing, Wuxi, his face became exaggerated, and many people were able to see it on the scene. Their look was a bit stunned.
"Maybe you are real and can hurt me."
Zhang Hanping said this sentence lightly, his left hand slammed the other's short blade.
"Unfortunately, you are not even Jin Dan."
Hey!
I saw Zhang Han’s left hand grip, and the other’s short blade heard a smashing sound.
"you you!"
Lang Fan’s face changed:
Are you a big man?

He was furious in his heart.
Physical repair is not just a waste of resources. In Kunlun Fairyland, it is not without physical repair. The exercises that can be repaired are not so high-end and comprehensive. The other side of this cold sun can even resist with its own body.
I can't imagine the short blade of my hand.

Is it shocked?

Zhang Han suddenly leaked a smile.
Oops!
In the case of Langfan, he felt the crisis of life and death, and his body shape was going to retreat.
Zhang Han’s right fist has already fallen.
"Heavenly Boxing."
Zhang Hanxiu's second level, the demon body, plus the devil skin, defense has demonstrated power.
Repaired the magical magical fist.
When Zhang Han learned about the magical powers, he was a bit stunned. The Tianqu boxing is a melee. The closer the distance, the stronger the power.
No one can fight melee with the mighty person who created the undead king. Only he can avoid it.
Zhang Han combined his own understanding of Xiu Xian, and it took a while to master the Tian Mo Boxing.
Now for the first time...
Even the wave is too late to think, and wants to practice the law just to avoid.
Suddenly found that Zhang Han’s black mans on his right fist directly suppressed his spells.
A fist to break the law!
"help me!"
Lang Fan's combat experience is full, screaming, countless spiritual powers running the cortex, to defend against the front, as long as the other side of the move, even if he is seriously injured, it does not matter, because he also has teammates.
The South 13th was also shocked, and the moon was reappearing.
The speed is too late.
Bang!
The fist fell, the heavens and the earth changed, as if this moment, the heavens and the earth were dark.
boom!
Zhang Han’s fist fell on the chest of Lang Fan.
At this moment, Zhang Han's eyes flashed black and black, and there were black mist around his body.
Like a generation of demon kings.
And the wave in front of him, the strong man of the Kunlun fairy world.
The entire body is filled with a layer of pale black light, which then falls apart and turns into a smog that slowly dissipates.
Lang Fan, death!
This scene can scare too many people.
"Zhang, Zhang Hanyang, he is the devil, the devil!"
The magical sect is almost crazy: "The last time he couldn't kill Tiancheng's peak, now he can... How come? He is a devil! Run, run! Run! Run away!"
Even the people of Kunlun Fairyland have been killed by him. Who can stop him?
The face of the magical sorcerer’s head is terrified, and he will run away if he says nothing.
Zhang Han is paying attention to them.
"Want to escape in front of me?"
Hey!
Zhang Han's body shape flashed, and the speed was exaggerated, so that Shi Feng was a little scared.
It seems to be about the same speed as my own peak, too fast.
Even after the Magic Magic’s head had not responded, Zhang Han was seen in front of himself and dropped a punch.
boom!
The defense of the magical sect is like a piece of paper.
The whole person was smashed.
"This war is coming to an end."
Zhang Han looked at several people around.
The gates of the seven sects of the Ten Humen and the Promise Gate.
Zhang Han stared.
Once the body is moving, a punch will kill one person.
Oh...
Seeing tens of thousands of people forced.
Mu Xue’s look is worshipped:
"I have said it for a long time, Master is a big demon! Look! He is angry, everyone will die! Blood flows into the river, the mountains and bones..."
Mu Xue’s mind appeared in the picture that he saw at the beginning.
So many bones, I am afraid that tens of thousands of people are all dead, not one percent.
Big Devil!
The devil of the big devil!
Mu's head is stiff and somewhat overwhelmed:
This kid is so fierce, my God, no wonder the daughter has to remove the name of the name, become a disciple of these people, simply, the old man also wants to worship.
Zhang Guangyou’s eyes are bright, and there is even a hint of tears.
Son, really good, very powerful, really powerful...
Dong Chen, three elders, big elders, Ji Wushuang, Lei Tiannan, Jiang Lanlan, Zhao Feng, etc., almost everyone, are standing in the same place, looking up at Zhang Han’s massacre.
Strong!
Repressing the audience, no one can match it.
The people in Feng Xuege are so frightened and frightened.
Looking at Zhang Han's invincible power, I still want to continue fighting.
People are upset and thinking about running away.
Finally, the first person turned and fled.
The second, the third... the hundredth...
The crowd could not control it.
"kill!"
Dong Chen saw a sigh, and Tianxiashan immediately chased him.
When it was said that it was too late, it was only a dozen seconds before Zhang Han’s killing of Lang Fan.
The South Thirteen face is slightly white:
"You actually... everyone kills him in partnership!"
South XIII also feels incredible, but in the current situation, it can only try to kill Zhang Han, or else only escape.

How is a partnership?

There were no two people in the West and Yuan Bing, who were dragged by the nameless and could not pull out.
It was the main dragon of the Dragon Scale City, looking left and right, and finally ran to the back of the South 13 to prevent him from running away.
Nan Xie saw his face ugly, when he was about to say something, Zhang Han had already flown quickly.
"I want to kill me, you are not enough!"
South Thirteen said coldly, and the moon was coming out again.
Zhang Han ignored his attack and came very quickly.
This time, South XIII is prepared and not close to him.
Zhang Han’s magical powers are not just one.
Look forward with your left hand.
Broken empty hand!
Hey!
The surrounding space was trembled, and the speed of the South XIII was slow and uncomfortable. He turned to look at Zhang Han.
Oncoming is the magical punch!
"Zhang, cold, yang!"
The south thirteen days roared, and the ring appeared in the right hand, surrounding his body.
boom!
Blocked this punch.
Zhang Han’s next punch has arrived.
Oh...
After five knees, the ring 咔嚓 咔嚓 ,, a crack.
The sixth punch, the ring is broken.
Following, Zhang Han dropped the seventh punch.
"No! No! Zhang Hanyang! No, I am..."
The roar of the thrill of the South Thirteen came to an abrupt end.
Lang Fan, South XIII, Fallen!