Chapter: 5842

For a while, I only felt that the entire right arm was a little numb.

"interesting."

Zhang Han raised his right arm and glanced at the palm. There were several cracks, which were slowly healing under the powerful recovery of the undead body and recovered as before.

"It's interesting."

Milo became interested and asked, "What's your physique?"

As a result, Zhang Han ignored him.

It caused an uproar in the audience:

"It's unusual for him to be able to make two moves with Milo."

Everyone knows very well that this method of fighting the body is not a joke. It can be said to be very dangerous. If one is not careful, even the meridians, the Nascent Soul, and the body may be directly blown up.

"He is also a self-cultivator!"

"No wonder you dare to go up."

"Unfortunately, his strength is Nascent Soul, and it is impossible to be Milo's opponent."

In many discussions.

Milo rushed over again.

bang bang bang bang...

The two fought dozens of times in just three seconds.

The sound of the collision, like thunder from the sky, rolled out.

The fighting area is full of arrogance.

Fighting and hitting, Milo's body burst into a torrent of flames, like an invincible strong man, pressing down all the way.

But Zhang Han was beaten and retreated steadily.

Can't compete with it at all.

At this moment, it was as if Milo, the holy son of the stone demon, transformed into a sun, and no one could stop its light.

Even the deep sea monsters, three-eyed trolls, earth burial demons, blood demons, etc. all roared.

Just now, the stone demons acted domineeringly, which caused them dissatisfaction, but at this moment, Milo represented the entire demons.

The waves of roaring made the faces of the alien beasts and human races in the Demon Temple look a little heavy.

The Demon God's Temple still needs it, and it's none of your business to hang up high and sit still.

Many human races were a little silent.

The demons are so powerful, no one can resist the edge, even Daojun Huanglong and others are weak.

In this seven wastelands where the jungle preys on the jungle.

Strength is everything, and the human race is in decline.