Ping Han found it unbelievable that the white-clothed youth in front of him was far behind him. Not only did he block his attack, but he was not injured too much. This was too unexpected.
Zhuo Wen stabilized his figure, but his eyes showed sharpness. He knew that the strength of this deity was indeed comparable to that of ordinary Hunyuan Lords.
As for Ping Han's offensive, it was indeed powerful. If Zhuowen's Pangu Holy Body was not powerful, Zhuowen might have been seriously injured by that terrifying offensive just now.
"Die to me!"
Ping Han's eyes were gloomy, he knew that he underestimated the young man in white in front of him, and he used all his strength in this blow, and he was determined to kill this young man completely.
Zhuo Wen also punched again, this punch no longer used the power of the deity, but directly used the power of Pan Gu's sacred body.
Now that he has tested the power of the deity and has a general understanding of the power of the deity, naturally he will not use it again, but intends to use the Pangu holy body for a quick battle.
When Ping Han's fist hit Zhuo Wen's again, Ping Han's face changed, and he felt a suffocating force coming from the fist in front of him.
This force poured into Ping Han's fist like an overwhelming mountain.
Ping Han clearly felt that this force twisted and fractured his arm, and showed irregular bends, and then his arm burst apart inch by inch, turning into streaks of blood mist.
A sense of helplessness rose in Ping Han's heart, because this force was so terrifying that he couldn't bear any resistance.
Ping Han wanted to retreat to avoid this terrifying force, but unfortunately, after destroying his arm, the force was like a broken bamboo, and directly sank into his body.
bang bang bang!
A puff of blood mist erupted from Ping Han's body. Every time a puff of blood mist burst out, Ping Han took a step back. He backed up dozens of steps. Dozens of horrible wounds appeared on his body. Earth, it looks scary.
Ping Han suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body was stiff, and he was almost beaten to death.
He half-kneeled in the starry sky tremblingly, watching the young man in white walking slowly in front of him, then he clenched his fists and slammed towards his eyebrows.
The threat of death came, Ping Han trembled all over, and shouted: "You can't kill me, once you kill me, Fu Qi, the owner of Wuchang Palace, will know, and he will immediately know who killed me, you do this It's simply courting death!"
It's a pity that Ping Han's words didn't work for Zhuo Wen at all.
Zhuo Wen's expression was indifferent, and his punches were as powerful as a bamboo shoot, and continued to hit Ping Han's eyebrows.
However, the moment his punch hit Ping Han's brow, a bloody mark appeared on Ping Han's brow.
The bloody imprint quickly became clear, and then a force that could not be lost to Ping Han erupted and blasted towards Zhuo Wen.
Boom!
With the sound of thunder, Zhuo Wen felt as if his fist was hitting a hard stone, and he couldn't help stepping back hundreds of meters, staring solemnly at the bloody mark that flashed from Ping Han's brow.
The bloody imprint squirmed in the starry sky, and finally turned into an old man in his sixties.
The old man looked sternly, looked at Zhuo Wen in front of him very unkindly, and said, "Who are you? You dare to touch the heir of my Impermanence Palace, do you want to fight against my Impermanence Palace?"
"Ping Han sees the Palace Master!" Ping Han was overjoyed, and quickly knelt down on one knee and said.
And the old man transformed by this bloody imprint is Fu Qi, the owner of the Palace of Impermanence.
Fu Qi nodded to Ping Han, then looked at Zhuo Wen, and said in a cold voice: "I will give you a chance to become Ping Han's servant, and I can consider to spare your life."
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "It's just a primordial spirit, yet you are so arrogant, don't say that you are just a primordial spirit, even if your deity comes here in person, I won't be afraid."
Sure enough, as soon as Zhuo Wen said this, Fu Qi's face turned cold, and he said coldly: "Since you want to court death, then I will help you!"
As he said that, Fu Qixuying stepped forward with a single step, his right hand formed into a claw, and suddenly grabbed Zhuo Wen.
It has to be said that Fu Qi deserves to be a strong man in the second step of proving the Dao. He is only a trace of primordial spirit, but this offensive is much more terrifying than that of Pinghan.
Ping Han's eyes were wild, watching Fu Qi make a move, he knew that no matter how defiant the young man in white in front of him, he could not be Fu Qi's opponent.
You know, in his eyes, the strong man who is the second step of proving the Tao is the existence that can reach the sky.
Even if it's just a trace of Fu Qi's primordial spirit, its strength is far above him, and it's no problem to kill Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen sneered in his heart, he didn't intend to get entangled with Fu Qi's primordial spirit at all, so he immediately used the Profound Truth Opening Sky Blade.
I saw that Zhuo Wen's right hand became a knife, and the surface of the knife in his palm was covered with a layer of extremely mysterious and powerful light, which was the light of the sky blade.
Pooh!
Zhuo Wen slashed out sharply, directly hitting Fu Qi.
Fu Qi sneered, looking down on Zhuo Wen's move at all, but the moment he touched the Sky Opening Blade, white smoke rose from his primordial spirit, and he let out a scream, and a huge gash was cut on his body . JrNovels.com