As Zhou Han was roaming, Li Yun's golden clam water soon became insufficient. They did not dare to use their spiritual sense to sweep each other. Yan Zhengming only helped Li Yun maintain the formation while asking Han Yuan to use his small wooden board to engrave a simple wooden bird talisman. This talisman is very basic. It is better to be improved by the small animal lover Li Yun. It is not easy to be noticed without much effort. The wooden board can be transformed into a fake bird. It can fly in the sky and be used as a eyeliner.

...It's just that Han Yuan's hands are a little tide, and the birds seem to have two more legs. They are okay to fly, but they will lie down when they walk.

Li Yun didn't dare to leave at all during the whole night, and was exhausted from setting up the formation. Seeing Dongfang seeing the white belly, he couldn't help asking, "When will this be consumed?"

"It's almost done," Yan Zhengming said confidently, "This man ran around and was not an idle person. He couldn't have much time to get entangled here."

This was true again by Master Yan. Sure enough, after dawn, Zhou Hanzheng could not delay any longer.

At this time, the sea was already filled with sunshine. A masked man looked at Zhou Hanzheng's face and advised: "Sir, it's useless to stay here for a long time. We'd better go as soon as possible, don't make any troubles?"

Zhou Han measured his hands for a moment, and felt that he had no intention of consuming it with this hidden person without knowing the depth of his tail. He had achieved all his sights in this trip, and he could almost retire. He looked around and looked like a cloud of mountains and mists because of the illusion, and sang: "I don't know who the Taoist is on the island. Zhou just took over the land and had no malice. If there is any offense, please forgive me."

Li Yun breathed a long sigh after hearing this, and almost lost his strength, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and whispered: "God, I'm willing to leave."

They were actually less than a hundred feet away from Zhou Hanzheng at this moment. Just behind a small hill, they could hear what Zhou Hanzheng said without having to look at him.

Yan Zhengming didn't say anything. He used the talisman to bless the formation for a whole night. The only carving knife on his body was returned to Han Yuan. He only used an ordinary sword. Should he use a special knife or an ordinary weapon in the talisman? It was the first time that Yan Zhengming had crossed this threshold. Sometimes he could not control it, and the talisman's clear air would run around. This made his hands full of fine wounds, but his face was always covered with a faint gloom. He heard that Zhou Han was about to leave, but he was not happy.

When will he stand upright and fight with Zhou surnamed Zhou like a person?

Zhou Hanzheng didn't wait for the people on the island to speak, nor did he care much, and just said, "Let's go."

After saying that, he took the masked man to his sword, but Zhou Han had just ascended to the air, he suddenly felt a line of sight. His cultivation was not weak, and his senses were naturally very sensitive. He instinctively followed his gaze and grabbed a...four-legged bird.

Zhou Han frowned, but he really didn't know what strange thing this was. Then his heart suddenly moved, and he grabbed the bird's neck, and it strangled it. The bird struggled endlessly, and the bird turned a rough talisman under his nose.

Zhou Han made a light break, and the talisman was broken, and the clear energy was naturally dissipated. A person with discerning eyes knew that the cultivation of the talisman was not high.

Yan Zhengming's heart suddenly stumbled, thinking: "It's broken."

Zhou Han was hounding his nose and leaned against the cracked talisman. After sniffing, his expression changed slightly, and then he seemed to think of something. His flickered eyebrows suddenly opened, revealing a somewhat ferocious smile: "I think who I am, it's really easy to get it..."

He didn't dare to use his spiritual sense to scan before, because he was afraid that there were high cultivation on the island. He was able to fight back immediately once the spiritual sense was discovered and suppressed. At this time, Zhou Hanzheng didn't know what method he used to learn that Yan Zhengming and his party on the island, and he immediately had no scruples. He stopped talking and his spiritual sense had swept across the entire island with his powerful power. Li Yun's psychedelic array was purely bluffing and was simply vulnerable. The place where several people hid was nowhere to hide.

Zhou Han was standing in the air with his sword on his sword, and laughed leisurely, "President Yan, I have taught you a lesson in the preaching hall. Aren't you a teacher and a father for one day? Why do you hide and refuse to come out to meet?"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves, and a burst of lightning and thunder suddenly burst out from the fan, and rushed into Li Yun's formation. In an instant, he could use the psychedelic array to break into pieces.

Li Yunru was hit hard and was suddenly on the ground and could not stand up for a long time.

Yan Zhengming reached out to catch him, and he helped him to the side, his face slightly more difficult than Li Yun. Then he stood up without saying a word, held his sword and walked out.

Han Yuan was shocked: "Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming's face was as deep as water, and his pace kept: "Don't follow."

Han Yuan had never taken care of the matter when he was so old. Li Yun was also in the water hole, and he was completely at a loss. His mind was blank and he stayed there for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and chased him out.

Zhou Hanzheng said to Yan Zhengming with great appreciation: "I haven't seen you for a while, and Master Yan is like a reborn, which really makes old friends happy."

Yan Zhengming suddenly understood Cheng Qian's mood of "drawing his sword to face each other without saying a word". He had never hated someone like this. The taste of hatred made people frightened, but it seemed that he could give someone a dose of a heart-wrenching injection, which was the source of endless power.

The island is clear and the young master is full of murderous intentions.

The junior brothers and the junior sister were behind him, and this battle was inevitable. Yan Zhengming didn't want to talk nonsense, so he simply drew his sword and rushed forward.

Zhou Hanzheng did not accept the move, but instead followed him two masked men on the left and right to attack Yan Zhengming's way.

Zhou Han was leisurely on the side and sighed: "Fuyao - When the nine-story mountains enter the sky, powerful people frequently appear, and stomp their feet, the world will shake a little bit. How majestic, I didn't expect that there would be a day when people would be in the mountains and fields. The world's encounters are really elusive."

Yan Zhengming broke through the seal of two masked human hand seals with one sword. He had already transformed into a ray of light and came straight towards Zhou Hanzheng. The sword wind, Zhou Hanzheng's robe was blowing, but he was very despicable and didn't even open the fan. There was a "ding" sound at the tail of the fan, and then a lightning light hit with a flame. It was not biased. Yan Zhengming's sword broke out with a cracked tooth.

"If it were in the past, with Master Yan's cultivation level, I'm afraid even the disciples in the inner cousin would not be able to enter," Zhou Hanzheng smiled, "Your Master Yan's seal is hung around your neck, don't you feel so stressed? Why don't I come and share the burden with you-"

Suddenly, his five fingers and claws were like a whirlwind of clouds swept across his palm, and it was pitch black. He grabbed Yan Zhengming's chest from a high point.

Yan Zhengming dodged sideways and slashed with his sword, but he felt his wrists tremble.

Zhou Han's claws were wrapped in the aura of the King Kong. After being hit by a sword, not only did not lose half of his nails, but instead expanded several times, and he pressed down on the sky and the sun.

At this moment, Yan Zhengming heard Han Yuan's voice shouting: "Come on! Your grandfather would like to give you a big mouth!"

Yan Zhengming's heart hopped a few times, and he lowered his head and saw that Han Yuan and Li Yun and others were all out. The two masked men rushed straight to them, and soon fought with Li Yun and Han Yuan, who were completely half-baked, and for a moment, dangers broke out frequently.

After just a moment of distraction, Zhou Hanzheng's giant hand was approaching. Yan Zhengming had no choice but to be injured, and against the wind, he "defying the opposite of his wishes" and made his promise, intending to die with Zhou Hanzheng's hand.

However, he was willing to fight, but Zhou Hanzheng cherished his life very much and had to retreat. Zhou Hanzheng said to himself: "It's amazing, it turns out that the rabbit bites people even if it's anxious."

Unexpectedly, just as he retreated, a frost-like sword light suddenly came from behind. Zhou Han was shocked, and the three fans finally opened, and a pillar of thunder and fire slaps out with his backhand.

The thunder pillar fell into the sea, and the raging waves almost burst out a water dragon, and the water droplets fell to make a salty rain on the deserted island.

Zhou Han was cautiously backing two feet. When he saw the person behind him, his eyes immediately shrank - it was Cheng Qian.

When Cheng Qian landed on the island, his image was like a beggar. After being taught by Wen Ya Zhenren, his clothes were simply chewed with rags, and he was gone no longer in a bad mood. But when Yan Zhengming saw him like this, his murderous intent was entrenched in his chest.

Master Yan knew how great he was. Seeing Cheng Qian, he almost burst into tears. He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a moment.

Cheng Qian's eyes swept over him with a look of losing his composure, but suddenly he felt that he had been worried about it and was always looking forward to it. Even though he knew the situation was wrong, he couldn't help but bent his eyes slightly.

What a person wants in his life is just a star and moon, and when the wind and frost are everywhere, someone angrily opened the door from the surface and shouted, "Where have you gone again?"

Zhou Hanzheng didn't see Cheng Qian in front of him, but he didn't take it seriously. In his eyes, these half-year-old children had nothing to make him worthwhile except for the sect behind him. Unexpectedly, they almost capsized in the gutter at this time.

When Zhou Hanzheng saw Cheng Qian's eyes at a glance. Now this young man has grown up a few years, and has been restrained outside, but his inner one has not changed at all. He unexpectedly matches the sword with the cold frost in his hand. However, Zhou Hanzheng admires it, but he doesn't care much about Cheng Qian's cultivation level. He smiled slightly and said, "Why, fellow Taoist wants to talk with me too?"

"Senior Zhou misunderstood, I have no intention." Cheng Qian politely held the frost blade and pointed it at him. The next moment, he unexpectedly activated the real person Wen Ya to gather spirit jade for him.

Zhou Han felt that he had already thought to himself when he was at the first level of his body. Then, he found that his true energy seemed to have a layer of ice, and his turnover was extremely stagnant, and his entire human realm was suppressed by at least six.

Zhou Han was shocked, what kind of ghost practice is this?

Cheng Qian did not give him any reaction time. The Frost Blade, carrying the power of the sea tide, gave Zhou Han a legitimate sword.

The surname Zhou, who was very indecent, retreated three feet in succession, and his cultivation was suddenly suppressed. His Vajra was indestructible and his body-protecting true energy had disappeared. The Frost Blade sword energy was unceremonious and his front collar was torn open, and his skin was immediately exposed.

"I'm not here to discuss," Cheng Qian said in a gentle voice, "I'm here to silence."

This incident shocked everyone. Han Yuan choked and choked a few times, stretched his neck and looked around, murmured, "Is it my junior brother? Is he possessed by somebody?"

The puddle opened its mouth wide, and accidentally splashed a mouthful of sea water, and hurriedly spit out "pop".

"It's not that Xiao Qian has become more powerful, it's Zhou Hanzheng," Li Yun reacted quickly, "You, he suddenly couldn't even stand firmly just now, and his body protection true energy disappeared!"

Yan Zhengming thought worriedly: "What kind of people did this kid meet again during his disappearance? What kind of misunderstandings have he learned?"

On the one hand, he tried to go up and reinforce their master, the masked man, halfway through.

I saw that the water vapor on the deserted island was stimulated by the tide sword technique, surging in the air in shatters, and then it was frozen and frost again. Zhou Han said in a terrifying manner: "Wait... is it the Frost Blade of the Frost Blade of the Sword? Why is it in your hand?"

Cheng Qiancai ignored him and waved his hand and a whirlpool with a sharp vortex. The bottom was as sharp as an ice cone, reaching Zhou Han's eyebrows.

Zhou Hanzheng never expected that his little killer like Jixia would not even hesitate at all. He shouted angrily, and the three fans were trembling like sieve chaff by the sea breeze, and the power of thunder and fire at the edge of the fan was obviously suppressed by the frost in the sky. He waved his fan violently, and almost couldn't sustain it in one breath. He just summoned a gale wind with thunder and forced it to rush out. The next moment, the ice chips returned like tide water, and gathered again in a blink of an eye, and it was even more powerful!

Zhou Han was retreating repeatedly, while no flies were striking the body with his true energy for some reason. He stared at Cheng Qian fiercely: "Little devil, I advise you not to do anything, otherwise you will regret it."

Cheng Qian wanted to laugh when he heard this, and thought to himself, why don’t you encourage yourself when you are domineering?

He pinched the sword-controlling technique in his hand, and the Frost Blade Sword's arrow was chasing Zhou Hanzheng as if it were stalking towards Zhou Hanzheng, and rolled up the water vapor, real and fake, real and real, and the sound was shocked that everyone on the side was stunned.

Zhou Han was hard on the top of the skin, and thunder and Ningshuang collided in the sky. With a "boom", it hit the earth and the mountain shaking. At this moment, Cheng Qian's true energy was more suppressed than the spirit-gathering jade. Zhou Han had just realized the key points of the Sea Tide Sword, so he didn't even leave room for the other party to breathe.

Zhou Han was blocking three times in a row, and he let out a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

Cheng Qian's "killing to silence the mouth" was indeed not a little watery. Although the three swords were almost exhausted in succession, he didn't care. He relied on his spiritual gathering jade, and he forced himself to breathe again, jumped up, reached out to grab the Frost Blade, and pressed all the depression and hatred on this sword, and his eyes were about to kill Zhou Han.

Zhou Han's pupils almost shrank, and in desperation, he threw away his hand and threw it out. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and pinched a series of extremely complicated hand gestures. Just now, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and the thick clouds rolled like smoke, rushing towards him. Zhou Han was holding a treasure fan, barely blocking Cheng Qian for a moment, and only heard a sound of cracking silk, the wind and thunder surged, and the fan could not be the power of the ancient sword. It was torn in half by the frost blade on the spot, and it fell to the ground in a ragged state.

Zhou Han could not break through the restrictions on his body, and he rushed to jump over the wall, and even used his flesh and blood as a guide to attract the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!

Cheng Qian's eyes were red, and his power was overwhelming, but he didn't even raise his head. He had to kill Zhou Hanzheng wholeheartedly, and everything else was left out.

On the one hand, Yan Zhengming had just turned two masked men to the ground. When they heard the movement, they were immediately scared to death.

Under his feet, he increased the speed of breaking the sword to the extreme. A gust of wind seemed to penetrate/enter the battle, and Cheng Qian intercepted it in the waist and rushed to the side. Tian Lei almost wiped his back. Yan Zhengming felt that his hair was triggered by the wind and thunder, and he exploded.

The deserted island was shocked for a moment, and even the sea was shocked. A large charred pit suddenly appeared on the ground.

Yan Zhengming was so shocked by the lightning and thunder that he couldn't hear or understand. He only touched Cheng Qian's collar based on his feelings, grabbed it in his hand, and roared: "What are you going to do!"

Cheng Qian's situation was not much better than that of him. He only felt that the eldest brother's chest was shaking and he didn't hear anything he said at all. He was yelling and went: "What are you calling? I can't hear!"

Yan Zhengming slapped him hard on the back of the head. Cheng Qian had just lost his strength with his sword. He was not prepared yet and was slapped forward with a heavy slap. His forehead hit Yan Zhengming's shoulder.

But before he could raise his hand, he pressed it on the back of his head without any doubt - Yan Zhengming, he pressed it firmly in his arms.

For a moment, Yan Zhengming's hands were trembling tightly, as if he woke up from a nightmare, and it seemed like he was a life after a disaster.

There is nothing else in the world that can give him such great comfort like this dirty flesh and blood body.

He suddenly felt a thousand words, but he didn't know where to start. He seemed to have caught something in a vague way, and at the same time he couldn't help but be confused. Before he could sort it out, the thunder roar had passed. Cheng Qian rubbed the back of his head and pushed him away. He had recovered from his hearing and announced: "I haven't killed him yet. I'm still here to tell you."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Although he himself didn't know what he was going to say, he felt really ruined when he was choked.

Zhou Hanzheng was originally suppressed by the spirit-gathering jade and was injured one after another. In the end, he used his body to attract the sky thunder, and his meridians were almost completely destroyed. Even if Cheng Qian had just lost his strength, he had already passed the effect of the spirit-gathering jade, and he was still slumped on the ground and could not get up.

He was covered in blood, and he rolled his eyes three times, staring at Cheng Qian walking towards him, and his throat could only make a "hoho" sound. He tried to get up several times, but then fell to the ground again. His muscles and bones were clearly tied into the soil, leaving several blood marks, which were particularly terrifying.

Unfortunately, Cheng Qian was so kind that he was neither soft-hearted nor afraid when facing this man. He walked straight over and planned to kill Zhou Hanzheng with one sword.

However, at this moment, Zhou Han suddenly showed an evil ghost-like smile on the corner of his mouth. There was a "whimper" sound in his sleeve. Cheng Qian frowned and realized something was wrong. The next moment, a sharp wind sound came from behind him.

Cheng Qian knew he wanted to hide, but because he used too much force just now, he was already unable to do so.

His heart hurts sharply, and a hand pierces his back into his heart and penetrates his chest.
Chapter completed!