Chapter: 8153

Yue Wuwei couldn't help but gasp.

Why didn't he think of this way?

Sighing lightly, the opponent's attack was disintegrated.

In terms of pretending to be aggressive, Yue Wuwei felt ashamed.

"you?"

There was a trace of solemnity deep in the pupils of Venerable Tianjue.

Watching the breath Zhang Han blew, after breaking the sword storm, it slowly dissipated.

Tens of thousands of people around were silent.

"Zhang Hanyang?"

Tai Lun of Heishan Mansion was in the distance, and his gaze changed slightly. He looked at Venerable Tianjue and Zhang Han, not knowing what he was thinking.

But Bai Qiran and the others didn't expect to be unfavorable.

Venerable Tianjue made two moves, but they were easily deciphered by the opponent.

In their view, this is somewhat unbelievable.

Because Venerable Tianjue loves face very much.

At this moment, he felt that if he didn't play a little bit of advantage, it seemed that this face really couldn't hold back.

"Zhang Hanyang."

"You do have some skills."

Venerable Tianjue shook his head again and again: "But you absolutely shouldn't, you shouldn't come to me at this moment. In fact, you can go to several other sects."

Zhang Han's expression changed: "Judging from your tone, it should be that you have to show some real skills."

"That's right."

Venerable Tianjue took out a flute and poked it forward. The sound of the flute curled up, and the sound was full of magic. Tens of thousands of people at the four tables, and even some people who had crossed the first stage of the tribulation, felt their brains buzzing.

The voice of the soul is showing its power.

Even Venerable Tai Lun from Heishan Mansion in the distance nodded secretly:

"Demon Soul Sound, this unique attack method is difficult to defend against. Except for the central galaxy, not many people have seen it in other places, including here. If this move is effective, the next move will be Can kill Zhang Hanyang."

However.

Something unexpected happened to him.

"cough."

Zhang Han's movements were very natural. He clenched his fist with his right hand, put it near his mouth, and coughed lightly.

The sound was very low at first, like a sound wave, and it spread forward, like a monstrous ocean wave, and it became more and more intense.

The sound of the demon soul of Venerable Tianjue.