Chapter: 1817

I saw Zhang Han spreading his hands, and the whole person slowly rose into the air, suspended on ten meters.

He didn't speak any words.

After rising into the air, his eyes shone brightly.

Suddenly, seventeen cards appeared out of thin air.

The spiritual power contained in the acupuncture points on his body continuously rushed into them, causing the card to emit a glimmer of light.

Immediately afterwards, the cards moved one by one, surrounding the main house, and falling on all sides.

"Dry three times, Kun six breaks, shake the bowl, cover the bowl, leave the center empty, hurdle full..."

The card fell, and a transparent energy surrounded the main house.

Um?

Formation?

Li Zhan frowned.

"court death!"

He stood up and sent a fire cloud hand.

I saw a huge palm burning with flames slapping Zhang Han.

But around five meters away from Zhang Han, the palm of the flame suddenly dissipated, as if it had been swallowed.

"Shoot!"

Grandmaster Wu shouted sharply.

Several people present shot at the same time, with different moves.

But when they hit the light waves, they found that all the energy was absorbed, making the light waves more intense.

This made their complexions dignified.

Just then.

The Flood Dragon card floated horizontally directly above the main house.

At the same time, there was a faint murmur in Zhang Han's mouth:

"Heavenly death, 30% to 50%, fear of the sun and the moon, entering the wheel of the underworld, the breath of the gods..."

Crash.

A touch of light blue sea waves diffused around the light waves, and in the sea waves, a ferocious dragon loomed.

"Is he still a master of spells?"

Elder Xu frowned deeply.

"Hahaha, Zhang Hanyang, do you think you can cause trouble to us with some spells? Naive!"

Master Wu sneered, his figure suddenly moved, and he rushed towards Zhang Han at a fast speed.