Chapter: 7897
At this time, Bai Yi next to him couldn't help but moved his hand, holding a seventh-order spirit sword, and shot out a red sword light that was hundreds of feet long and vast in the sky, intending to suppress Zhang Han.
Another opponent.
Zhang Han looked at Bai Yi with a flat gaze.
In fact, seeing his expression, Bai Yi felt really dignified.
"He is indeed a master!"
"Be careful with the enemy and strive for a one-hit kill."
He decided to feint dozens of secret techniques, and then hide a killer move to take down the opponent cleanly.
A series of secret techniques were deployed.
And Zhang Han, a pen suddenly appeared in his right hand.
Yin Yang pen!
Accompanied by Dacheng's pure yang body, this yin-yang pen is extremely suitable. Now it can be said that the fit is 50%. When the pure yin body and pure yang body coexist, this yin-yang pen is Zhang Han's hand. A big killer here.
"I don't know if he can use a Yin-Yang pen."
Yue Wuwei's voice was a little sour, and his eyes were fixed on that side. He knew that he was very strong, but he still muttered.
The implication: You kid show me some unique skills.
Zhang Han didn't pay attention to him, his right hand flicked away, and the Yin Yang pen appeared above the palm of his hand.
"Paint mountains and rivers!"
Swish Swish Swish!
The Yin-Yang brush started to move, and the black hair tip seemed to use the world as a drawing paper, leaving a faint black mark in the void.
With Zhang Han's pure Yang spiritual power, the technique came naturally.
A magnificent map of mountains and rivers was presented in front of everyone's eyes, as if he had opened up a different space and that place really existed.
"Is this an illusion?"
Bai Yi frowned slightly, speeding up his attack.
More than a dozen secret techniques followed one after another.
Zila!
Inspired by the power of pure yang, the map of mountains and rivers blooms with dazzling light. The whole pattern is continuously enlarged, and the void appears horizontally. Standing under the map of mountains and rivers, Zhang Han seems to be suspended in the center of the map of mountains and rivers from his sight. The king who controls the world.
"Um?"
Cheng Kong's expression changed slightly as he watched from behind.
"Good move." Kong Linger commented in a low voice.
Even Mo Qinghan stopped his figure, he decided to wait and see first.
Even if he was beaten for two rounds, it didn't matter, he felt that if he personally took the enemy's head in the end, he would still be the winner.