Suddenly, the Martial Artist of the Lihundao Island in the late stage of Transforming God Realm did not react. He had come to kill Xu Han, but he did not expect to be attacked by surprise.
After losing the first move, the thick mist sprayed from the skull still had to dodge away, trapped by the strange war spirit in the air, facing the combined attack of Xu Han, wherever he could resist, he had to remove the ghost shadows in the air. Clothed all around.
As long as he persisted for a short while, other companions would definitely be able to come, and then the few warriors in the middle stage of the god transformation realm would not be the flesh of the blood show brother.
"Haokong! Don't keep your hands!" Xu Han looked at Haokong not far away, with a hint of anxiousness in his eyes, and shouted loudly.
A few people know why this warrior from the remote soul island has been attacking and killing spirit beasts during this period of time, but unexpectedly turned it into a ghost of his own.
The warriors on the remote soul island were all ghosts formed by warriors. It seems that the warriors in front of them must have recently broken through the realm, and the warriors in the later stage of the transformation of the gods cannot be found, so they have to find some spirit beasts.
The warriors in the late stage of the God Realm in the field did not spread the thick fog, but merely covered it and the surrounding ghosts, blocking the eyes of Xu Han and several people. If you want to kill the warrior, you must We must first break through the blocking ghost.
To kill them before the warriors rushed over, only relying on Hao Kong.
Haokong also knew the urgency of the situation. After all, not only the two people who rushed, but also the late stage warriors of the digital god realm in the distance. The time was too long. If the warriors trapped in the formation came out, I am afraid it would not be so easy. , And Zhou Xiaopang controlled the big formation from a distance, but he couldn't help Xu Han.
"Okay!" Hao Kong said softly, his eyes were cold, and a thin black needle in his palm slowly stretched out, actually directly offering the spirit of war.
The dark needle with cold light stood quietly in the air, and Hao Kong looked at the martial artist covered by the black mist in front of him, his eyes were full of calmness, quietly waiting for Xu Han's message.
Since the war spirit is sacrificed, it must be killed with a single blow, but the thick black mist in the air can't see the position of the martial artist from the Lihundao Island, but Xu Han has the relationship with the silver tree, but it can reveal the warrior. position.
"It's on the right front!" Xu Han softly shouted, feeling the message from the silver tree.
Hao Kong, who had been waiting for Xu Han’s news, had a joy in his eyes. The thin needles floating in front of him suddenly disappeared in front of him. Then, in the astonishment of Xu Han's eyes, it was roaring in the thick fog. The ghost image instantly turned into a pile of powder.
"Dead!" Looking at the martial artist who suddenly gave up resistance, the prodigal son exclaimed, his eyes were full of incredible colors, the martial artist in the late stage of the transformation of the gods would be killed by Hao Kong with a single blow.
"Is it you?"
The warrior in front of him had just died, but the two warriors of the late stage of transforming the god realm in the distance rushed to them, looking at the silver tree standing in the sky, shocked in their eyes, and shouted in a low voice, but in their heart they wondered why the blood show did not come.
Seeing that the same door was killed, and the targets of the few people this time were Xu Han and others, the two warriors of the late stage of the god transformation realm who rushed directly toward Xu Han without any hesitation at all.
The martial artist in Lishun Island didn't talk nonsense, but Xu Han and the others were hurrying, and without a slight pause, they rushed towards the two rushing people.
Humph!
Xu Han snorted in his mouth, and all his strength burst out. A white tiger quietly jumped out of his palm, followed by a tiger roar, and stepped towards the two of them.
With fierce sword aura, brilliant sword aura, and the swirling whirlpool, Mu Xue and the others beside him did not hesitate at all, their tyrannical martial skills fell straight down.
"Die to me!" The two rushing people seemed to be not weak in strength. They shouted loudly, and saw thick black mist gushing out of the skull in their hands, accompanied by a few tall ghosts.
There are a total of fifteen figures, except for the ghosts of the five spirit beasts, the rest are pale warriors. It seems that the two of them may have been warriors in the late stage of the gods before entering the Dragon Cliff.
The white tiger whizzing through the air took the lead to step on it, but faced a dozen late-stage warriors in the god-transition realm. Accompanied by a terrifying aura, the white tiger shattered, but the violent vigor swept away the thick black mist. .
Pouch! Pouch!
With a few rapid and soft sounds, a flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the two rushing people, and there were dense tentacles bursting out of the ground beneath them, wrapping up the few shot down ghosts.
Among the snow in the sky, Yin Zhiyu's heavy water whirled up, and then exploded in the air. The peculiar heavy water sprinkled every ghost.
The eyes of Mu Xue who was next to him shrank, and the white cloth flew out of his hand, which actually wrapped three ghosts in an instant and pulled them over.
"Good opportunity!" Looking at the ghosts roaring and struggling in the air, the prodigal was delighted, and a sharp sword slashed down from above the big sword, which actually covered all three ghosts in it.
boom!
Seeing the prodigal son’s big sword approaching, Mu Xue snorted and danced with her right hand heavily, directly blasting the three ghosts in the air onto the ground, looking at the rising ghosts, but what was greeted by the prodigal son’s violent sword energy .
Stabbed!
The sound of the sonic boom came, and the sword energy that the prodigal son flew down did not explode, but turned into a knife to directly cover the three ghosts.
boom!
In the delighted gazes of Xu Han's people, the sword energy that enveloped the ghosts instantly exploded, and the ghosts in it were actually twisted into pieces.
"Damn it!" Looking at the ghost image that died tragically in an instant, the martial artist of the remote soul island shrouded in dense fog, his face was shocked, and he shouted in a low voice. This ghost image was killed on the spot without even having time to recover.
The prodigal son looked at the ghost that was killed, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he flew up, slashing down with a big knife in his hand. There is no need to know where there is a warrior, the huge sword energy is directly cut into the thick fog.
Although there is no big formation of Zhou Xiaopang, with the harassment of the lower silver tree, a few people easily crushed the two remote soul island warriors in the late stage of the transformation of the gods.
Mu Xue's white cloth continued to fly out, pulling out a ghost from time to time, and was immediately beheaded by Xu Han on the spot.
The two rushing warriors of the late stage of the transformation of the gods turned pale suddenly. They did not expect Xu Han to be so strong. In just a few breaths of time, the ghosts of the two have already lost their generality.
Seeing Xu Han's fierce attack, the two men in the thick fog looked at each other, without the slightest hesitation in their eyes, but saw a large swath of ghosts pouring out of the skull standing in front of them.
"Ghosts in the early and mid-stage of Transforming God Realm." Seeing the sudden increase in ghosts, Xu Han's eyes were startled, and they were puzzled.
Xu Han are not ordinary warriors in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods. Except for the ghosts in the later stage of the transformation of the gods, there are threats. The ghosts of the same realm can be said to have no effect on the few of Xu Han, but the two Why are so many ghosts released.
The two people who released the ghost did not drive the ghost forward, but expanded the surrounding dense fog. In an instant, Xu Han and the others were surrounded by whistling and crying ghosts. It turned out that they wanted to disturb Xu Han. Sight.
"Huh! This method is useless to me at all." Xu Han looked at the air around him, with a touch of disdain in his eyes, and shouted in a low voice.
Immediately in the horrified gaze of the two warriors, the densely stretched tentacles from the ground quickly shot into the air, actually engulfing most of the ghosts.
A gray claw was condensed in the air, and the warrior looked at the tentacles that broke out in front of him, without a trace of hesitation, danced straight down, and cut several tentacles into two.
"Zi Yu! It's now." Haokong and the others have been killing the ghost in the air, but Xu Han was staring at the martial artist in it. When the tentacles were cut off, Xu Han finally sensed accurately. The position of that warrior.
In the thick black fog, a purple light flashed across, and accompanied by a scream, the warrior floating in the thick fog suddenly fell from the air, and the numerous ghost images in the surrounding air disappeared directly into the black fog.
The companion next to him was startled, and immediately grabbed him, only to see a blood hole as large as a finger at the center of his eyebrows, and dark blood was already flowing across his face.
"What's the matter? Why hasn't the blood show come yet?" Looking at the suddenly dead companion, the warrior was horrified, but he surrounded the remaining few ghosts in the late stage of the gods, but he stopped attacking Xu Han. Several people.
The blood show was closer than himself, and now that he hadn't come over for such a while, his eyes were filled with worry.
"Xu Han! Good job!" The prodigal son glanced at the purple feather on Xu Han's shoulders, a trace of excitement passed through his eyes, and he said loudly.
That is the warrior in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, not the ghosts of the late stage of the transformation of the gods in the air. Those ghosts have left the black mist, and Xu Han can easily kill them, but there are no warriors in the thick fog. It's that easy.
"They are here, we hurry up, I don't know how long Zhou Xiaopang can hold on." Xu Han glanced into the distance, and said softly, but it was the mid-stage warrior of the gods brought by the two people in front of him.
There was a trace of joy across the prodigal son's face, and he said loudly, "What are you afraid of? It's just a group of warriors in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods. It will be resolved in a while."
Not only was the prodigal son happy, but Mu Xue on one side was also very surprised. It was Yan Jun's situation. I didn't expect it to be so relaxed and there was no suspense at all.
"Be careful, those powerful warriors should all be trapped in the formation by Zhou Xiaopang." Yin Zhiyu thought about it in his eyes, but said calmly in his mouth.
After all, the few teams in front of them were most likely prepared to prevent Xu Han from escaping. I think they are definitely not the strongest.
The dozens of martial artists from the remote soul island who rushed to see Xu Han and the few people in the field did not hesitate at all. They all sacrificed the skeletons in the body, accompanied by many ghosts in the thick black fog. Rushed out wildly.
"It's a bit troublesome, I will let Silver Tree cooperate, and we will try our best to attack and kill the martial artist." Xu Han looked at the ghostly shadow that appeared in the sky instantly, a dignified eye passed through his eyes, and he shouted in a low voice.
Previously, the opponents were caught off guard. Those warriors from the remote soul island did not release the thick fog and ghosts at all, so that Xu Han and a few people sneaked and killed them. Now in this thick black fog, they kill Li. The warrior of the soul island, but it is not so easy.
"Okay! Xu Han!" Looking at the tentacles that kept running out of the black mist, but they were cut off, Mu Xue's faces were calm, and the martial arts in their hands blasted away, and they were all astonished by the power of Xu Han's fighting spirit.