Seeing Han Sanqian walking out of the dark wind step by step, Ye Shijun was crazy and frightened, and couldn't help but step back.
At this time, Han Sanqian was already like a god of death. The more he took a step forward, the more chills he felt down Ye Shijun's spine.
He shook his head crazily. It was really hard for him to accept, and it was really hard for him to understand how his almost unparalleled dance of demons...how could be broken by someone.
It shouldn't be broken.
Even if the true god comes, under such vast magic power, it is absolutely impossible to take any advantage. Han Sanqian is not a true god, so why is he qualified to break it?
Ye Shijun panicked, and the group of people on the ground panicked even more, especially Zhu Yanshuo, Futian, and Zhu Yaner. Their faces turned pale in an instant, and their hearts felt as if they were dead.
Their happiest thing turned out to be their most terrifying thing.
Not only was Han Sanqian not killed by Ye Shijun, he also directly defeated Ye Shijun's ultimate move alive and walked out safely.
This is unacceptable to them and unacceptable.
"That guy... that guy, how did you do that?" Old Fairy Feng Ji took a breath of cold air. The cold air seemed to be breathed out from his mouth, and then instantly penetrated his whole body, making his whole body feel extremely cold.
"How could this guy persist for so long in the black wind that could destroy almost everything? Moreover, he still came out safe and sound, which is impossible even with an iron-clad body."
"Damn, who did we meet?"
"Could this damn god be the new true god from the Central Plains? Because if he were just a human being, how could he possibly do this?"
The four masters were all shocked and deeply sad.
Zhu Yaner looked at Han Sanqian with complicated eyes. At this time, Ye Shijun's eyes suddenly became less fragrant. Her jealousy and hatred for Han Sanqian suddenly rose in her heart again.
"It's just a spell that was broken. Why are you making such a fuss?"
At this time, Han Sanqian walked out, and the black air behind him was getting thinner and thinner. He looked at Ye Shijun and said calmly: I
"It's just a spell?" Ye Shijun looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. He really wanted to curse. Although the demons were dancing around, it looked like it was just a forbidden spell.
But in fact its essence is far from simple.
It can be said that all of Ye Shijun's cultivation for so long has ultimately been for one purpose.
That is the chaotic dance of demons.
It can kill thousands of troops with its movement, and can trap all kinds of masters silently. It is an absolutely absolute super forbidden technique.
The difficulty of practicing this method is beyond imagination, and the things required are only one thing in the world in ten thousand years. That is, Ye Shijun's current status is so different that he can barely practice such a forbidden technique.
But just as the forbidden technique he had acquired through all kinds of hardships was directly broken in front of Han Sanqian at this time.
How could he not be annoyed?
"Whatever you care, I'm not interested in knowing. Anyway, to me, it's nothing more than that." Han Sanqian sneered disdainfully.
Hearing this, Ye Shijun really wanted to kill Han Sanqian directly. It was disgusting that his unique forbidden technique was so humiliated.
