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Oh? What an exquisite archery technique! Guang Han thought that Jiang Fan was only proficient in martial arts and martial arts, he never expected that his archery skills were equally outstanding.

After Jiang Fan shot three arrows in unison, he did not give Guang Han the chance to continue throwing out Sub Sword s. He took out the remaining Soul Suppressing, Death and Calm Soul arrows and aimed at Guang Han listening and shot them out consecutively.

The suppressive Soul Arrow and the dead Soul Arrow were like two shooting stars, drawing two streaks of golden light in the air, and arrived in front of Guang Han in a flash. What a fast arrow! Guang Han heard this and quickly waved his Emperor Sword to parry.

He blocked the Soul Suppressing Orb and the Death God's Arrow, and when he swung his sword to block the An Soul Arrow, it suddenly changed direction and started descending.

With a "pu" sound, even GuangHan, who reacted so quickly, didn't expect that Jiang Fan's arrow would change the direction of his flight. An Soul Arrow passed by from the bottom of the Emperor Sword, ruthlessly nailing GuangHan's thigh.

The power of this arrow was too great. Not only did it pierce through GuangHan's spirit armor, it also pierced through his thigh. The golden arrow directly nailed him onto the ground behind his back, leaving a thumb-sized hole in his thigh.

Guang Han heard the groan and could not help but kneel on one knee, supporting the Emperor Sword with his hands, so that he would not fall down. Jiang Fan's move succeeded, and he could not help but feel a burst of excitement. He quickly rushed forward, raised the Purplish Gold Bow in his hand, and used all his strength to slice towards Guang Han's head.

AHH!" Clang! Jiang Fan's Purple Gold Bow and Guang Han's Sword Emperor collided in midair.

The moment the explosion occurred, the dust on the ground rose up high into the air. The scene was filled with sand, as if there was a hurricane.

Jiang Fan, on the other hand, was sent flying a few meters back. When he landed, he couldn't help but take a few steps back before finally managing to stabilize himself.

He felt a tightness in his chest and a sweetness in his throat. A wave of heat rose from his stomach and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

After spitting out the blood, Jiang Fan felt better. The only difference was that his arm that was holding the bow felt sore and numb, and his palm felt a sharp pain, as if a needle was pricking him, and he couldn't use any strength.

Guang Han listened to the Emperor Sword and stood up with difficulty. After that, he dragged the Emperor Sword and walked towards Jiang Fan with a limp. The distance between the two got closer and closer, until finally, Guang Han stopped in front of Jiang Fan.

He gritted his teeth and said sinisterly, "Receive another strike from This King!" As he spoke, he raised the Emperor Sword high up and aimed at Jiang Fan's head, and fiercely chopped down.

Jiang Fan had already suffered internal injuries, and his arms were not his own, they were not under his control at all. He could only watch helplessly as the opponent's heavy sword slashed at him, unable to resist, unable to dodge, and could only stand at his original position.

But at this moment, from Guang Han's side, a person suddenly scurried over, the spirit sword directly piercing through his temple.

The latter's reaction was fast too, she immediately changed her move, sweeping the sword horizontally. Dang, the Emperor Sword was striking the spirit sword that was attacking him from behind, making a clear sound.

Guang Han turned his head to look and his expression changed.

It turned out that the person who had saved Jiang Fan at the most critical moment was none other than Feng King Tang Yin. Wielding the spirit sword, he turned his body, dodging to Jiang Fan's side, grabbed his arm, and threw him out with all his strength. At the same time, he shouted: "Go back!"

Jiang Fan's body was forcefully thrown back towards his own faction. Guang Han looked at Tang Yin in disbelief and said, "Feng King? What, even you want to fight against this king? "

From what Guang Han heard, Tang Yin hiding was too late, so how could he dare to take the initiative and fight him? Tang Yin laughed coldly, raised the sword in his hand, lightly flicked it once and said: "A long time ago, I wanted to fight with you. As he spoke, he looked up and down at the bloodied, colourful Guang Han. He nodded slightly and said, "It seems that it's a lot fairer now."

Guang Han had been training for more than five hundred years, but Tang Yin had only been in contact with the Spirit realm for a few years. Now that Guang Han had heard that it had been seriously damaged, coupled with the fact that he was injured, in Tang Yin's opinion, this was indeed a lot more fair.

However, Guang Han could not understand what he meant. The monk was perplexed as he asked, "You wanted to fight with me for a long time?"

"That's right!" Tang Yin smiled and nodded.

"This King has no enmity with you ?" Without waiting for Guang Han to finish speaking, Tang Yin waved his hand and walked in front of him. He walked up to where Guang Han was listening. The distance between the two of them was so close that they were almost touching.

He leaned forward and whispered into Guang Han's ear, "The hatred of being killed, the hatred of stealing a wife, could it be, this is also called being without enmity?"

Guang Han's expression changed when he heard this. The hatred of being killed, the hatred of taking his wife ? where did this come from?

When had she killed Tang Yin, and taken his wife? Even if he had such thoughts in his mind, he had never succeeded! Tang Yin was still alive and well, while his consort was still living in the Feng King Palace.

Seeing that he was at a loss, Tang Yin's gaze gradually became deeper, with sharp light pulsing within, he slowly said: "Even if five hundred years have passed, brother Profound Spirit Brother still won't forget an old friend like Yan Lie, right?"

These words frightened GuangHan quite a bit. He fiercely widened his eyes and retreated two steps back. He looked at Tang Yin in disbelief and couldn't help stuttering a bit as he said in shock, "You ? "You are ?"

"You're right!" Tang Yin took two steps forward, and continued to stay close to Guang Han's ears, as he faintly said: "I am Tang Yin, and I am also Yan Lie. Guang Xuanling, you can take advantage of a crisis to kill Yan Lie, but don't forget, Spirit Cultivator of Dark can also release her Death Sacrifice before you die!"1

The more Guang Han heard, the wider his eyes widened. By the time Tang Yin finished speaking, his eyes were as big as bells, and the corners of his eyes were almost popping out. He muttered, "You ?" You have inherited Yan Lie's Death Sacrifice... "

Tang Yin squinted his eyes and said: "You finally understand. You painstakingly killed Yan Lie, stole the crystal, and obtained the position of the Holy King. But now, you have nothing left.

Crystal could be said to be GuangHan's greatest pain in his life, and also his greatest pain point. He subconsciously grabbed onto the Emperor Sword, his body trembling uncontrollably. Without any warning, he suddenly roared and picked out the Emperor Sword from the bottom to the top.

Tang Yin's body, which was within reach of him, shook slightly as he moved from Guang Han's side to his back. With a low voice, he said, "It does not belong to you, it will not become yours in the end.

"Yan Lie ? ?" Guang Han listened to these two words through his gritted teeth. He fiercely turned around, met Tang Yin's eyes, and said with a congealed voice: "I won't accept this, I just won't accept this! Why can you get everything, why can a despicable Spirit Cultivator of Dark like you get the crystals, but I can't, I don't accept it! " As he spoke, the Emperor Sword in his hands flickered with thousands of rays of multicolored light. That was the prelude to the Spirit Transformation of Weapon.

Tang Yin appeared in front of Guang Han in his capacity as Yan Lie, and provoked the latter's most painful mental state, causing him to fall into a completely crazed state.

Right now, Guang Han heard that he did not want to keep any more strength hidden, and all he wanted to do was to kill this person who had wrapped around him like a nightmare for more than five hundred years, Yan Lie!

The conversation between Tang Yin and GuangHan was not heard clearly by the people around, and even if they heard a few words from time to time, they could not understand what the two were talking about.

However, when Guang Han heard about the Spirit Transformation of Weapon, everyone around him could see it. Everyone's heart was in their throats, their nerves tensed up, as they stared at the two in the battlefield without blinking.

The person who was going to use the Spirit Transformation of Weapon was Guang Han, and the weapon in his hands was a famous Emperor Sword. Once the Spirit Transformation of Weapon was completed, how terrifying would it be?

Nie Zhen's heart trembled, he turned pale in fright, without thinking he immediately rushed forward, wielding the Spirit Sword in his hand, he chased after Guang Han with all his might.

The scarlet Spirit Thorn cut through the air like a red line, heading straight for Guang Han's head. Guang Han did not even bother to look as the Emperor Sword raised it slightly to block the Spirit Thorn that was being pursued by the Blood Soul.

Ka-cha! * However, at the same time, it was as if the Emperor Sword in his hands had turned into a living being. A few golden tentacles grew out from the two wings of the Emperor Sword, howling as it swept towards Nie Zhen.

Nie Zhen's face changed greatly. In front of the Spirit Transformation of Weapon that Guang Han heard, he was also filled with fear and trepidation. He quickly retracted his rushing body, used all his strength and used his sword to break the tentacles that were rushing towards him.

Before his sword could even touch the tentacles, one of the tentacles had already wrapped itself around his sword, causing a few cracking sounds to ring out. Then, looking at Nie Zhen's sword, it broke into pieces and scattered at his feet.

Seeing that, Nie Zhen's head buzzed and shouted as he retreated. He was fast, but the Emperor Sword's tentacles were even faster, the countless tentacles were like arrows that had left the bow, piercing straight towards Nie Zhen's body.

"Pu!" Even though Nie Zhen used all his strength to dodge, one of the tentacles still pierced his shoulder. With a muffled sound, the spirit armor on his shoulder was penetrated, and the tentacle penetrated right in front of him and stuck out from his back.

Nie Zhen screamed in pain and staggered backwards. After injuring Nie Zhen, Guang Han didn't continue to chase and kill him. Raising the Emperor Sword that was shaking its tentacles high up in the air, he roared and charged towards Tang Yin.

Guang Han heard this and felt that he was risking his life to kill Tang Yin. Tang Yin was not a fool, why would he try to block this final attack of Guang Han's? He coldly said as he retreated and quickly ran back to his side.

"Yan Lie, where do you think you're going? I can kill you once, but I can also kill you twice. Even if I die, I want you to accompany me! " Guang Han heard this, his red eyes widened as he chased closely behind Tang Yin.

When Tang Yin was about to reach the Feng Army Camp, his body suddenly dropped to the ground and he quickly rolled to the side. Guang Han, who was chasing after him, didn't even manage to see what was going on before the Crossbow from the Feng Army Camp began to make a series of popping sounds.

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