Chapter: 4704

Agree with what the person next to you is saying.

In their opinion, there is only one Nascent Soul among the five Nascent Souls, so there is no need to think about who is stronger and who is weaker, and they are completely crushed.

Facing their group, they had to beg for mercy in order to survive.

The surprise came too suddenly, and there were soft smiles on the faces of several people.

The mood was so comfortable that the old man in blue even laughed out loud in front of his face.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

But smiling, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"What are you hesitating about? Don't you hurry up and send the heavy treasure?"

The blue-clothed old man withdrew his smile and stared at the crowd in front of him.

"If you want a treasure, you can get it yourself?"

Mu Xue smiled mischievously, and gave the Demon Dance Sword in her hand to the other party to take it at random, and said inexplicably: "We have taken out all the treasures, and you can take them if you want. Not going to resist."

"That's what you said."

The eyes of the old man in blue gown quieted down, his expression was calm, and he quickly approached Mu Xue.

He also fell in love with the Demon Dance Sword in Mu Xue's hand. From the aesthetic point of view, it is beautiful, and the person is also beautiful, complementing each other, he fell in love with the Demon Dance Sword at first sight.

"This sword is very good!"

When the old man in blue came halfway, his eyes lit up. He had already felt the strange and powerful aura from the Demon Dance Sword. With this sword, his fighting power would increase by 30%!

However, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

"hehe."

Seeing their expressions, Zhang Han smiled lightly, squeezed Zi Yan's left hand with a little force, then let go, and moved his body to face him.

"Um?"

The old man Qingshan frowned: "Are you looking for death?"

He slapped forward with his right hand, and an overwhelming aura appeared in the world.

From the spiritual consciousness, I only felt a monstrous wave, pressing down on Zhang Han.

Flying sand and rocks, vegetation withered.

Various energies converged in the palm prints, the big waves became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into materialized palm prints that were only three meters high.

"I'm sorry, it's not a rare thing to be able to kill Wei Fan. If I think about it, Wei Fan can't survive three moves in my hands." The old man Qingshan laughed wildly.

"Yeah?"

Zhang Han's mind moved, and the blue rays of light surrounded him, only to hear him say lightly: "Then let you experience my fist."

boom!

The dull sound swept away in all directions accompanied by violent fluctuations.