Previously, he did not dare to use his spiritual sense to scan, because he was afraid that there were capable people on the island whose cultivation base was higher than his own. Once the spiritual sense was discovered and suppressed, it would immediately backlash. It was actually Yan Zhengming and the others, and suddenly he had no scruples. His voice fell, and his coercive consciousness had already swept across the whole island. Li Yun's psychedelic array was purely bluffing, and he was simply vulnerable to a single blow. There is nowhere to hide.

Zhou Han stood with his sword in the air, and smiled in a relaxed manner: "Sect Master Yan, at least I also taught you a lesson in the lecture hall. Isn't it a teacher for one day and a father for life? Why hide and refuse to come out? See you?"

After he finished speaking, he swung his long sleeves, and there was a burst of lightning and thunder on the Sansi fan, and he rushed into Li Yun's formation.

Li Yunru was hit hard and fell to the ground for a while, unable to stand up for a while.

Yan Zhengming reached out to grab him and helped him aside, his face was a bit uglier than Li Yun, and then stood up without saying a word, raising his sword and going out.

Han Yuan was shocked: "Senior brother, what are you talking about?"

Yan Zhengming's face was sinking like water, and he kept walking: "Don't follow."

Han Yuan was so old that he had never been concerned about anything. Looking at Li Yun and then at the puddle, he was completely overwhelmed at first, and his mind was blank for a while, then he took a deep breath and chased out.

Zhou Hanzheng looked at Yan Zhengming with admiration and said, "I haven't seen him for a few years, and the head of Yan is like being reborn, which is really gratifying to the old friend."

Yan Zhengming suddenly understood Cheng Qian's mood of "don't say anything else, draw swords to face each other", he has never hated a person like this before, the taste of hatred makes one's heart skip a beat, but it also seems to give a person a heart shot. A source of infinite power.

The sky is clear and clear on the island, and the young head is full of killing intent.

With the younger brothers and younger sisters behind him, his battle was unavoidable no matter what, Yan Zhengming didn't want to talk nonsense, so he drew his sword and rushed forward.

However, Zhou Hanzheng did not take the move, but followed his two masked men to the left and right to use their swords, blocking Yan Zhengming's path.

Zhou Han was looking at it leisurely, and said with emotion: "Fuyao - back then, the nine-story mountain range went straight into the sky, the power came out frequently, and when you stomped your feet, the world would shake a little bit, what a majesty, even if you don't want to, you will be wandering in the mountains. One day, the fate of the world is really elusive."

Yan Zhengming's sword broke through the seals of the two masked people, and the whole person had turned into a light, coming straight at Zhou Hanzheng. The sword wind rattled Zhou Hanzheng's robe, but he was very contemptuous, not even a fan. When it was opened, there was a light "ding" from the tail of the Sansi fan, and then a lightning bolt shot out with flames in it, impartially, knocking Yan Zhengming's sword out of a tooth.

"In the past, with the cultivation level of Sect Master Yan, I'm afraid that even the inner disciples wouldn't be able to get in," Zhou Hanzheng said with a smile, "Don't you think it's too frustrating to hang the head seal around your neck? Why don't I come here? Help you share one or two-"

He suddenly turned his five fingers into claws, his palm seemed to have a whirlwind of dark clouds rolling over, it was pitch black, and he grabbed Yan Zhengming's chest condescendingly.

Yan Zhengming dodged sideways and slashed with the horizontal sword, but he felt a huge shock in his wrist.

Zhou Hanzheng's claws were wrapped in the Qi of King Kong. Not only did he not lose half of his nails after a sword, but it swelled several times in size. Ziyan Zhengming's head was pressed down by the sky and the sun.

At this moment, Yan Zhengming heard Han Yuan's voice and shouted, "Come on! Your grandfather gave you a big mouth!"

Yan Zhengming's heart jumped a few times, he looked down, and saw that Han Yuan, Li Yun and others who had been left behind by him had all come out. Li Yun and Han Yuan, who was completely half-hearted, were fighting together, and dangers appeared frequently for a while.

Just a moment of distraction, Zhou Hanzheng's giant hand that covers the sky is already near, Yan Zhengming can't avoid it, so he has to fight to get injured, and fight against the wind with a sword "backfire", and he is going to die with Zhou Hanzheng's hand.

However, he was willing to fight, but Zhou Hanzheng took his life so much that he was forced to withdraw his palm and retreat, Zhou Hanzheng said in his heart, "It's strange, the daring rabbit will bite when you are in a hurry."

Unexpectedly, just as he was retreating, a frost-like sword light suddenly hit from behind, Zhou Han was stunned, and the Sansi fan finally opened with a "swipe", and a pillar of thunder and fire fanned out with his backhand.

The pillar of thunder fell into the sea, and the raging waves almost burst into a water dragon, and the falling water droplets caused a salty rain on the desert island.

Zhou Han was cautiously stepping back two feet, and when he saw the person behind him, his eyes shrank immediately—it was actually Cheng Qian.

When Cheng Qian landed on the reef, his image was already like a frothy beggar, and after being trained by Wenya real person with a few distractions, his clothes were like rags gnawed by a dog, no matter how downhearted he was. . But when Yan Zhengming first saw his ghostly appearance, the killing intent entrenched in his chest suddenly dissipated.

Sect Master Yan now knew how promising he was. When he saw Cheng Qian, his tears almost fell. He opened his mouth, but was speechless for a while.

Cheng Qian swept his gaze over the bear-like expression on his face, but suddenly felt that he was always looking forward to it. Knowing that the occasion was not right, he couldn't help but slightly bent his eyes.

Isn't what a person asks for in one's life, when they come home covered in wind and frost, someone angrily pulls the door open from the inside, shouting "Where did you go to die again?"

Zhou Hanzheng didn't see Cheng Qian before, but he didn't take it to his heart - in his eyes, the half-old children who were trying to survive in the cracks really had no value for him to take to heart. Capsized in the yīn ditch.

Back then, Zhou Hanzheng at the lecture hall caught Cheng Qian's eyes at a glance, but now this young man has grown a few years older, and the outside has restrained a lot, but the inside has not changed at all. Unexpectedly a good match - but Zhou Han is appreciating it, but he doesn't take Cheng Qian's subtle cultivation in his eyes. He smiled slightly and said, "Why, the little fellow Daoist also wants to learn from me?"

"Senior Zhou misunderstood, I didn't mean it that way." Cheng Qian politely nodded at him with the frost blade, and the next moment, he was caught off guard and urged the spirit-gathering jade that Wenya Zhenren gave him.

Zhou Hanzheng felt that the whole person was not good when he was at the first level. Then, he found that his true essence seemed to have formed a layer of ice, the turnover was extremely stagnant, and the whole person's realm was suppressed by at least 60%.

Zhou Hanzheng was terrified, what the hell kind of exercise is this?

Cheng Qian didn't give him any time to react. Frost Blade brought the power of the sea and gave Zhou Hanzheng a blow.

The surnamed Zhou was very disgraceful and stepped back three feet in succession. Due to the sudden suppression of his cultivation base, his body-protecting essence, which seemed to be indestructible as a diamond, was completely gone, and the sword of Frostblade rudely tore his front. Open, and immediately exposed the flesh.

"Junior is not here to discuss," Cheng Qian said warmly after the second half of his sentence, "is here to silence."

This change shocked everyone. Han Yuan, who was dropped by the masked man, coughed a few times, stretched his neck to look around, and murmured, "That's the little brother? Is he possessed by something? ?"

The puddle opened its mouth wide, and was accidentally splashed with a mouthful of seawater, and hurriedly spat out.

"It's not that Xiao Lun has become too powerful, it's Zhou Hanzheng," Li Yun responded quickly, "Look, he suddenly couldn't even stand still, and his body-protecting essence was gone!"

Yan Zhengming thought worriedly: "What kind of people did this kid meet during the time he disappeared? What did he learn from the other side?"

On the other hand, the masked man who was trying to go up to reinforce their master was cut off halfway without breaking the chain.

I saw that the water vapor on the deserted island was stimulated by the sea cháo swordsmanship, surging in the air, and then it was frozen into white frost, Zhou Hanzheng said in horror: "Wait...that is the fierce sword Frost Blade? Why is it in you? in hand?"

Cheng Qian ignored him, and when he waved, the fine frost became a vortex, the bottom was as sharp as an ice pick, and it reached the center of Zhou Han's eyebrows.

Zhou Hanzheng never expected that such a killer at such a young age would not even hesitate at all. He shouted angrily, and the Sansi fan was shaken like chaff by the sea breeze, but the power of thunder and fire around the fan was obviously suppressed by the frost. He swung his fan violently, almost unstoppable in one breath. He just summoned a thunderous gust of wind and rushed away the ice cones that were in front of him. The next moment, the ice balls went away and returned like cháo water. Gathering again, there is a tendency to fight more and more powerful!

Zhou Hanzheng stepped back again and again, while hitting the inexplicable restraint on his body with his true energy like a headless fly, and staring at Cheng Qian fiercely: "Little devil, I advise you not to do everything, or you will regret it."

Cheng Qian wanted to laugh when he heard it, thinking to himself, why didn't you use this sentence to encourage yourself when you were domineering?

He squeezed the Imperial Sword Art in his hand, and the frost-blade sword chased Zhou Hanzheng like an arrow from the string.

Zhou Han was biting his head on the top, and the thunder and Ningshuang collided in the air. With a "boom", the ground was shaken and the mountains were shaken. At this moment, Cheng Qian's true energy was more than Zhou Han, who was suppressed by Ju Lingyu, and he just realized the sea. The key to the cháo sword, he didn't even give the opponent room to breathe.

Zhou Hanzheng blocked three hits in a row, and suffocated a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

Cheng Qian's "killing the mouth" really didn't have any moisture, even though the three consecutive swords almost drained his real energy, he didn't care, relying on his own spirit gathering jade, he breathed again, jumped up, stretched out his hand and grabbed it back Frost Blade, all years of repression and hatred were put into this sword, and Zhou Hanzheng was about to be killed by the sword.

Zhou Hanzheng's pupils almost shrank to the tip of a needle. In a hurry, he threw the Sansi Fan out of his hand. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and pinched a series of extremely complicated hand tricks. Coming at a gallop, Zhou Han was trying to avoid the treasure fan. He stopped Cheng Qian for a moment, only to hear the sound of cracking silk. It fell to the ground tattered.

At that time, Zhou Hanzheng couldn't break through the whole body restriction no matter what, the dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, and he used his own flesh and blood as a guide, attracting the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!