Zhao Hanshui's face did not change, and was not moved by the cold murderous aura that was enough to make people's blood coagulate. He still looked at the most outstanding master in the demon world with a smile. The white bone fan shook gracefully and said with a smile: "Yes, it was indeed what I, Zhao, did."

Han Yixiao nodded slightly, but said nothing. He just took a step forward suddenly, and the black robe suddenly swelled, and all the white hair flew violently backwards.

Zhao Hanshui glanced at him and frowned slightly. Although the smile on his face was still the same, he was becoming more and more alert to the man in black in front of him. The two of them had a roar and just now, and Han Yixiao's cultivation was higher than his expectations. If he fought with him, he thought that he would be difficult to gain advantage when his skills were depleted.

While Han Yixiao was furious, he had to estimate Zhao Hanshui's super strength. Han Yixiao knew a little bit about Yang Tianxing's cultivation. With his Taishen Realm cultivation, there were very few people in the world who could make Yang Tianxing suffer, not to mention that he was so seriously injured. What's more, after Zhao Hanshui injured Yang Tianxing, he still had the strength to compete with him without being at a disadvantage. I'm afraid that he would still have some reservations when dealing with Yang Tianxing.

However, this kind of cultivation is still second-hand, and he has a backup plan. However, the gentle smile on Zhao Hanshui's face and his leisurely and freehand manner clearly made him feel a little palpitation.

This person's scheming and ruthless methods are really extraordinary.

Zhao Hanshui's eyes turned on Han Yixiao's face a few times, and suddenly smiled and said, "Zhao came here this time. He originally wanted to go to the Demon Palace to visit Brother Han, but he didn't expect that something went wrong here and even alarmed Brother Han to come in person. I am really ashamed. I apologize here."

After saying that, he closed the bone fan, held it in his hand, and bent deep towards Han Yixiao. However, no one saw that when he lowered his head, a dark smile appeared on his face.

Han Yixiao was shocked, but furious. Zhao Hanshui said this clearly that he despised Yang Tianxing and indirectly showed his arrogance. It made people feel that defeating Yang Tianxing, who is so divine, is just an understatement to him.

However, just when he had such thoughts, a sudden change arose.

Just as Zhao Hanshui bent down to his knees, a slight sound of spring ejection sounded in the darkness. A dazzling white light suddenly shot out from the white bone fan, and flew towards Han Yixiao with lightning speed.

The change happened so suddenly that the Demon Emperor and the Light Protector surnamed Wei both made terrified and terrified whispers. Even with Han Yixiao's meticulous mind, he did not expect that Zhao Hanshui would choose to launch a sneak attack at this time.

The white light of the puff is probably as many as dozens of points, densely packed, like a swarm of locusts. Zhao Hanshui and Han Yixiao were only seven or eight feet away. Such a distance may be a bit far for ordinary people, but for the two masters of the grandmaster, this distance is simply insignificant. Therefore, in just a blink of an eye, the white light of the puff came to Han Yixiao.

A cold snorted suddenly from the darkness. Just as the white light was about to enter, Han Yixiao's body suddenly floated back against the surface, and its speed was no less than the white light.

On the other side, Zhao Hanshui had already straightened up, shook the white bone fan, and looked at Han Yixiao opposite with a smile. When Han Yixiao did not directly block the white light, but chose to retreat, his brows frowned slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face, and after a moment, he returned to peace.

In fact, he originally thought that Han Yixiao would choose to block the bone needle he shot when facing an unexpected sneak attack, and then he took the opportunity to launch an offensive to gain the advantage. He was confident that as long as his continuous and delicate bone fan technique was developed, no matter who the opponent was, he would have to deal with it and not fight back, and he would end up like Yang Tianxing. However, he did not expect that Han Yixiao seemed to see through his intentions and retreat instead of blocking.

Han Yixiao retreated for a while without expression, and suddenly used the magic movement among the eight magical styles, but saw his figure suddenly merge into the darkness and disappear. The white light seemed to be unable to stop, and also plunged into the thick darkness and disappeared into the vast night.

Zhao Hanshui's face finally changed drastically, and his eyes were constantly patrolling around, as if searching for Han Yixiao's traces. In the secret, the powerful spiritual consciousness broke through his body and instantly spread throughout the entire space within a radius of hundreds of miles. As long as Han Yixiao's figure was slightly exposed, he would never escape his magic eyes.

Unfortunately, this time he seemed to have miscalculated. In such a huge space, there was a sound of wind, a slight breathing from others, and even Yang Tianxing's faint heartbeat came into his ears, but he couldn't feel the slightest breath of Han Yixiao. He seemed to have really disappeared.

At the same time, the Demon Emperor and the Wei Guardian were also expanding their respective spiritual senses to search for Han Yixiao's breath, but they all found nothing like Zhao Hanshui.

Zhao Hanshui's eyes gradually became deeper, and the smile on his face had long disappeared. He understood that Han Yixiao must be using a certain mysterious body technique to avoid his powerful spiritual consciousness. As a result, the situation suddenly changed, and the one who was at a disadvantage became himself. Although he had long heard of Han Yixiao's extraordinary magic skills, he also knew that among the countless masters of Brahma, Han Yixiao was the only outstanding master who could fight with Tiandao Qi. However, he and Dugu Yan were extremely arrogant all their lives and did not regard Qi Han as their real opponents, but now it seems that he and Dugu Yan were both outrageously wrong. He could also imagine that Dugu Yan must have the same idea as himself when he went to Lingxiao Palace.

Just as he pondered like this, he heard a distant and ethereal voice clearly from the vast darkness: "No matter who Han is, anyone who hurts Han's brothers will have to die!"

Immediately afterwards, a powerful and indescribable strange cyclone rushed in as if it had sucked away all the air around it. Within a radius of one meter centered on Zhao Hanshui, it suddenly sank. Even the Demon Emperor and Wei Protectors who were several feet away from Zhao Hanshui involuntarily felt like they were about to fall forward, as if Zhao Hanshui had stood up and turned into a bottomless deep hole. If they fell in, they would never have the life to climb out again.

Zhao Hanshui, who was in the game, only felt that the spiritual consciousness released was like a rock sinking into the sea and never returned, and there was no feeling of encountering real objects. Instead, there was a strange force of sucking and dragging, which made him stagger, and his soul scattered. He was shocked to find that his true energy was surging out like a tide along the bone fan in his hand. The attraction became greater and greater, and more true energy was surging out. He tried hard to suck back, but he could not slow down the speed of the true energy. In a panic, the speed of the disappearance stopped suddenly, and a huge force of overwhelming force flowed upstream along the bone fan, making his arms expand like a balloon.

However, Zhao Hanshui is not a person who can be slaughtered by others. He immediately mobilized the Xuanyin spirit in his body, poured his skills into his arms, and fought against the huge force. After several battles, the huge force was finally repelled by his Xuanyin spirit, and his arms returned to their original state. However, the strange force field around him did not disappear, and the powerful attraction still surged from all directions. If he had not closed the pores in his body, Gu Yuan would have been in a position to stay in the foundation, he would have been afraid that the true energy would still be lost.

After a little shock, Zhao Hanshui began to hold his breath and be on guard. Although he was not willing to accept this reality, it is undeniable that he was now at a disadvantage in the contest with Han Yixiao.

The darkness around it flooded the earth like a tide, and several people in the dark felt a strange feeling. Before Han Yixiao showed up, their divine eyes could easily penetrate the darkness and see far away. However, now, they were surprised to find that the distance was only a few feet away, and they could not see clearly no matter how far away they were. Everyone's hearts were shaking, and they felt stuffy and uncomfortable. The inexplicable and deep and invisible pressure made people uneasy. It seemed that there was pitch black everywhere in front, back, left, right, up, down, and all the way to the point.

Han Yixiao was still hiding in the boundless darkness, and no one knew his specific location.

Such magical skills are really terrifying.

Zhao Hanshui's face was gloomy. After watching for a while, he suddenly said coldly to the night sky: "Brother Han is so capable, but you have to hide your head and tail so much?"

There was no echo in the darkness for a long time.

Zhao Hanshui's face changed slightly, and a few fury flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly felt a move in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked at a certain night sky. He saw that the darkness there seemed to be particularly strong, and the powerful force of attraction seemed to be faintly generated from there. He was happy and said with a smile below: "I already know Brother Han's direction, so there is no need to hide it anymore."

Not long after he finished speaking, the darkness there suddenly fluctuated, and a tall figure appeared, with white hair in black, which was Han Yixiao.

However, Han Yixiao seemed to have become a little strange now. The majestic dragon pattern and the faint black air made him look like he was floating in the darkness, as if he was real or empty.

Zhao Hanshui looked at Han Yixiao coldly for a while, and suddenly said, "I wonder what kind of magic skills Brother Han used just now, and he could actually avoid the detection of Zhao's spiritual consciousness?"

Han Yixiao's magic eyes became extremely deep, and he looked down at Zhao Hanshui, was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "This is the second magic movement of the eight magic styles practiced by Han."

"Eight Demonic Styles?" Zhao Hanshui exclaimed after hearing this and said in surprise: "As far as Zhao knows, the eight Demonic Styles are the proud martial arts of the Nine Heavens Black Demon God. How do you know?"

Wei Guardian was also shocked at this time, thinking that he had heard of the origin of the eight styles of demonic appearance.

Han Yixiao looked at Zhao Hanshui, with a strange expression on his face, but he didn't say anything.

This expression fell into Zhao Hanshui's eyes. There was a burst of sarcasm that seemed to be mocking him, which made his mind move and his anger surge. However, he was a smart person after all. He knew that he could not compete with Han Yixiao in his heyday at this time, and he couldn't help but want to retreat.

But as soon as his thought came to life, Han Yixiao could see it and said coldly: "Do you want to leave? I'm afraid you can't help it." After saying that, he didn't see how he acted, and countless black gases gushed out of his body. These black gases winded around him, agile and agile, as if they were real dragons.

Zhao Hanshui was shocked by the thoughts. When he looked at Han Yixiao at this time, he was even more shocked. Han Yixiao's body was surrounded by dense black air like a dragon, and a little condensed from his eyes. The deep and unpredictable light lit up like lightning, and an inexplicable aura instantly enveloped the vast world. In the distance, in the endless moonlight, layers of rolling black suddenly appeared, with a faint sound of thunder, rapidly expanding and spreading. The speed was unimaginable. In just a moment, it had spread to the entire sky that could reach, with a bang of power and pressing straight over, almost making people unable to see their five fingers. The thunder rumbling, the momentum was terrifying, and the wild wilderness like galloping horses.

For a moment, thunder roared in the sky and under the ground, and sand flew away stones, as if the end of the world was coming.

A little black light that was more magical than the night rose slowly from Han Yixiao's slender and white palm, and was very fast. When it rose into the air, the black light had turned into a ball of black light and burned eyes, bursting out with extremely dazzling light. Under its strong light, people on the ground closed their eyes reflexively. When they opened their eyes again, the moonlight had disappeared, and everything had turned black, and strange and thick black clouds floated throughout the sky.

At this moment, Zhao Hanshui suddenly realized that black could be so shiny and so dazzling.

The black clouds rolled, and the terrifying black air was spreading across the world. Apart from the darkness, nothing else could be seen. Zhao Hanshui and others were shocked to find themselves surrounded by a tumultuous black air that covered the sky and the earth. The rolling black clouds were endless and flowing non-stop. They didn't know how vast or wide the black air was. The rumbling vibration made people clearly feel that the power of destroying the sky and breaking the earth would be released at any time. The unparalleled sound that had been scattered before it came out was terrifying.

And in the boundless darkness, the thousands of black air surrounding Han Yixiao's body, which was like a dragon, were clearly visible, spreading its teeth and claws, stretching across the sky, winding and turning, soaring above everyone's heads, spreading throughout the space.

Zhao Hanshui was frightened. Looking at the black surroundings that were as vast as the ocean, the desire to retreat became even stronger in his heart. He gritted his teeth and gestured towards the Wei Guardian not far away, then flew up and flew towards the weakest place in the Western black air. Behind him, Wei Guardian hugged the seriously injured Yi Mo and followed closely behind.

A cold snorted suddenly in the air, and Han Yixiao's deep voice came clearly: "Why should Brother Zhao leave so anxious? It's not too late to try Han's style of demons dancing around and then leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, clouds were moving around, and the sky filled with dark clouds suddenly became loud "boom", and the heaven and earth vibrated, and the boundless darkness suddenly seemed like turbulent waves. The black air in the sky swept down, surging towards Zhao Hanshui like a rush. The shrill screams of countless evil spirits and ghosts floated between the heaven and earth. The thousands of black air wandering in the boundless darkness suddenly became spiritual, turning into thousands of hideous avatars, and the demonic light in the pupils shot wildly, like the moon shining on the earth in the dark, swarming towards Zhao Hanshui.

This stance is the last of the eight demonic styles - the dance of demons.

The Demon Emperor looked up in fear and saw the demon shadows in the sky, like a tide. A sharp roar from Zhao Hanshui came in the air. The white bone fan shone brightly in an instant, and it was as bright as a brilliance, but it was instantly suppressed by the black air, and his body was also submerged by countless demon shadows.

"Boom!" A muffled sound came from the darkness, mixed with a shrill scream from Zhao Hanshui.

After a moment, the demon shadows in the sky dissipated, and the black air in the sky was replaced by the desolate night. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the earth again. Zhao Hanshui's white figure appeared in the distant sky, becoming only the size of a soybean.

In the distance, Zhao Hanshui's angry and hoarse voice was vaguely heard: "Han Yixiao, today's humiliation will be returned a hundred times in the future!"

In the air, Han Yixiao looked at the direction where Zhao Hanshui disappeared for a while, frowned slightly, shook his head, as if he felt a little regretful of not leaving Zhao Hanshui. Then he shook his shoulders slightly, and the person had already reached the ground.

In the weeds, Yang Tianxing curled up quietly. The blood from the wound had solidified, but his breathing was still very weak. The phoenix stood beside him, constantly pecking Yang Tianxing's neck with his long beak, and kept making resentful low sounds from his mouth.

Han Yixiao looked at it for a while, suddenly sighed, and slowly walked towards Yang Tian.

After walking a few steps, a figure flashed around him. The Demon Emperor rushed to him, bowed respectfully to him with a solemn expression, and said, "An Muda pays homage to the uncle of his master."

Han Yixiao was slightly stunned, stopped, turned to look at the Demon Emperor, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "Why did you call Han as your uncle?"

The demon emperor An Muda looked at Han Yixiao with a slight politely, grabbed his head, then lowered his head and said, "I have already worshipped under the master's disciple."

Han Yixiao naturally knew that the master he was Yang Tianxing. He stared at the Demon Emperor for a while and suddenly said, "Are you the Demon Emperor An Muda who ran the Demon Realm a thousand years ago?"

The Demon Emperor's scalp was numb when Han Yixiao saw it, and he felt cold all over. He was even more startled when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Uncle Master is so serious. My nephew was a frog in the well back then, so it's not worth mentioning."

Han Yixiao smiled coldly and said, "What a frog in the well, you still have some self-knowledge."

The Demon Emperor smiled bitterly when he heard this, but he didn't dare to say anything else. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to please Han Yixiao, but he didn't expect that Han Yixiao's personality was so weird that he couldn't please him, but he fell into a state of disgrace.

Han Yixiao glanced at the Demon Emperor and said lightly: "Where has your master been in the past few months?"

The Demon Emperor was a little flattered when he saw him asking, so he straightened his body and said, "It's in Meihua Town, three hundred miles east of Xueyue City."

Han Yixiao frowned, turned to look at Yang Tianxing, and said nothing.

The Demon Emperor didn't dare to talk casually now, and it was quite embarrassing to be there.

At this moment, a clear whistle blows in the distance from the wilderness. The whistle is extremely loud and full of energy, which is enough to prove that the whistle is also a master.

Han Yixiao had thick eyebrows and looked up at a night sky. A splendor illuminated in the demon's eyes.

Not long after, a figure flew quickly from the east, covered in golden armor and full of silver hair, which was the demon king Chi Yuekong.
Chapter completed!