Chapter: 6643

Zhang Han responded calmly.

His attitude is confusing.

Facing Chu Qingyi who is in the Void Refining Realm, you Zhang Hanyang still put on a cold air?

"I'll let you make the move first this time." Zhang Han planned to make the move again, so that he could see whether the inheritance Chu Qingyi got had anything to do with what he knew.

"hehe!"

Chu Qingyi sneered: "I can kill you in the virtual city, but I can do it here too!"

Whoosh!

Zheng!

brush!

Chu Qing moved according to his body shape, pulled out a three-foot green peak on the way, and a sword light flashed past.

"Eh? Desert Flying Sand Sword."

Zhang Han narrowed his eyes slightly, put the middle finger and index finger of his right hand together, and cut out a horizontal sword aura, which was light red, like a scarlet blood moon.

Boom!

When two sword glows collide with each other.

All of a sudden, the world changed, the wind howled, and the huge energy fluctuations were weakened a hundred times through the many defensive layers around the ring, forming a hurricane and sweeping in all directions.

"So strong!"

"Zhang Hanyang, Zhang Hanyang is definitely in the Void Refining Realm!"

One of the commentators yelled:

"Another strong Void Refiner appears!"

"Oh my god, Zhang Hanyang is also practicing Xu, no wonder, no wonder those people before were not his one-stroke enemies."

"Refining Xu vs. Refining Xu, who is stronger and who is weaker?"

"The terrifying fluctuations can be felt here, and the degree of fighting in the center of the ring can be imagined. The ordinary golden core will be killed by the aftermath in seconds."

The speed of the commentary became extremely fast, but it couldn't keep up with the speed of the battle between the two.

Swish Swish Swish!

All kinds of sword glows whizzed up.

Chu Qingyi's sword soon condensed into a vision, a sword glow, before being dissipated by Zhang Han, a second sword glow formed at an extremely fast speed.

Zhang Han took his time, waved his fingers at will, and used all kinds of energy to parry.

Gradually, Chu Qingyi's sword seemed to form a sandstorm. Her body was floating in the air more than ten meters away, waving the long sword, and her graceful figure attracted countless eyes.

Standing on the ring, Zhang Han didn't even move his footsteps. He waved his hands and shot out waves of energy, like thousands of red threads.

When Chu Qingyi's sandstorm sword light descended, the thousands of red threads around Zhang Han's body suddenly gathered into a lifelike fire phoenix!