Chapter: 7891

Cheng Kong: "Could it be that his hand is stronger than the eighth-order Lingbao? How is this possible?"

Kong Linger's hat was slightly moving at first, but it stopped now. If her face wasn't covered by tulle, people might see a question mark expression on her face.

"this......"

Zhang Han glanced at his radiant right hand, feeling a little hot in his heart:

"This is Dacheng's pure Yang body."

"Extremely masculine."

"indestructible."

Not to mention the eighth-level spirit treasure, even the ordinary ninth-level spirit treasure, in the hands of a monk with "two knives", can't hurt him at all.

The world of cultivating immortals, especially the battle situation, is different. Some people, holding a seventh-order spirit treasure, can also hurt Zhang Han's now mature pure Yang body. It is an exaggeration, and some people hold a sixth-order spirit treasure. It can be done, but some people even use the ninth-level spirit treasure in vain, and this is still in the case of similar realm and combat effectiveness.

And Mo Qinghan in front of him is a genius, but the method he used has too many flaws.

"clang!"

The trembling voice appeared again.

Zhang Han suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

"Back!"

Mo Qinghan was frightened and angry, and he made a tactic with his right hand to control Lanmengjian.

Buzz buzz!

Lan Mengjian began to tremble.

Want to break free from Zhang Han's hands.

"hehe."

Zhang Han leaked a smile, his eyes flashed white, and the light in his hands was like a scorching sun, making it impossible to look directly at.

Zizizi...Crack!

When the light fades away.

When everyone could see the picture, many people were dumbfounded.

"He, he broke Lan Mengjian with both hands???" Bai Yi was startled again.

"That's okay too?"

Cheng Kong was so unimaginable that he even wondered if this was Lan Mengjian's illusion. He also played a secret technique. When he saw that it was not an illusion, his expression changed instantly: "How did he do it?"

"My Blue Dream Sword!"

Mo Qinghan's eyes were red.

He really almost went crazy.

After all, the long sword, the eighth-order spiritual treasure, that the head teacher rewarded himself for many years, was directly broken by others?