At the same time, Hu Zhijun was also full of surprise, shocked by the tenacity and strength shown by Lin Han, and thought to himself: "This man is just a fighter realm. I didn't expect that his mind was so firm and his momentum was perfect. It seems that he can only compete with him for endurance."

So, half an hour later, the two of them were sweating profusely, their faces were pale, and a ray of white mist rose above their heads. It was obvious that they had reached a critical moment.

At this moment, Hu Zhijun, who had been maintaining the offensive, was exhausted, his breath paused for a momentum, and his momentum suddenly loosened, and a subtle flaw appeared.

At this moment, Lin Han, who had been preparing for it, seized the opportunity, and his heart moved. The spiritual sword transformed from mental power in his eyebrows suddenly shot out, instantly stabbing into the flaw of Hu Zhijun. Then he followed this flaw upwards and slashed at Hu Zhijun's soul the next moment.

"Puff~"

Immediately, Hu Zhijun was hit hard and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. His whole body fell to the ground as if he had no bones, and twitched a few times before he could hear nothing.

"Huh~"

Lin Han sighed, his face was pale, and he was unable to stand steadily. He held a big rock beside him to stabilize his body, circulate his blood and recovered after a while. He looked at Hu Zhijun's unanimous body and sighed: "This spiritual battle is indeed dangerous. If you are not careful, the end of the soul destruction on the spot."

"However, this also shows my current shortcomings. Although I am strong in body and strong in fighting spirit, I lack offensive and defensive methods in my spiritual level. However, practicing "Sword Heart Art" now solves this problem. But if you want to practice to the point described in the mental method, you still have to spend more time."

Lin Han held back his mind and stepped forward to take off the bronze gloves from Hu Zhiwen's body. He found that the pattern on the gloves was very similar to the pattern on his arm armor, but was a little different. He moved his heart and put the gloves on his hands.

Immediately, the two bucket parts made a sound and heat. The sounds were chanting like wind chimes, blending with each other, as if playing an unexplainable piece of music. Finally, it became quiet, and the heat coming from these two parts gradually faded.

After another observation, Lin Han found that the two bucket parts seemed to have changed. The most obvious thing was that the pattern patterns on the surfaces of the two parts had changed and were connected into one, making the arm armor and gloves seem to be a whole.

"I feel that this fighting holy suit is stronger than before, and it can increase its combat power. Now I am fully confident that I can kill the peak fighting master head-on, and even... If the initial Dou Hao is careless, he is not my opponent. However, this state can only last for a short time and cannot be considered my real strength. He can only use it at critical moments."

Lin Han clenched his fists and felt his unprecedented power after the increase in the fighting suit, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

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Ziyun Mountain, the valley at the entrance and exit of the secret realm.

Elder Ge of Hongmuling, Elder Feng of Tianlang Sect and Elder Bing of Chixia Palace each occupied one side, sat opposite each other, and patiently waited for the disciples of each family.

Elder Feng of Tianlang Sect raised his white eyebrows, his eyes shone with his eagle-like falcon, and said in a faint voice: "Now the time for the secret realm to be closed is approaching, and I don't know how many disciples of our three families can come out in a hurry."

Elder Ge from Hongmu Ridge smiled sinisterly and said, "How many disciples can come out? Elder Feng, don't you know? Before entering this secret realm, I saw that there were five or six disciples of your Tianlang Sect who reached the ninth level of fighters among eighty people. I think after entering the secret realm, I will all advance to the fighter."

Elder Feng's eyes flashed with embarrassment, and he said unwillingly: "However, among the disciples of Hongmuling, there are also many ninth-level fighters, and you and I are only half a dozen."

"snort!"

"snort!"

The two of them snorted coldly at the same time, turned their heads away, and looked at Elder Bing, the old god. Elder Feng's eyes turned and said loudly: "Elder Bing, look at you with confidence. I think there are many elite characters among the eighty disciples in Chixia Palace, right? Why don't we play and see which of our three disciples have a lot of people and gain a lot of harvest?"

When Elder Ge heard this, his eyes lit up and he said, "Yes, this time he came to collect elixirs and medicinal materials from the secret realm, or see if there are other adventures to gain. It is better for our three families to take a gamble and see which disciple is excellent, right?"

Elder Bing's face looked like ice and said hard: "Since the two of you are interested, I will accompany you. My Chixia Palace will produce a golden elixir for the marrow washing of the Book of Changes, and bet that my Chixia Palace disciples will gain the most."

A glimmer flashed in Elder Feng's eyes and said, "Okay, Elder Bing is indeed a woman who is not as good as a man, very generous. Since this is the case, I can't be stingy. My Tianlang Sect will use a mysterious intermediate-level martial art "Thousand Lotus Returns the Wind Sword Technique" to bet that my Tianlang Sect disciples won. I wonder what lottery, Elder Ge?"

"Hmph, since both of you are so generous, I, Lao Ge, can't take advantage of you. I will use a human-level magic weapon to bet on my disciples of Hongmuling to win."

Elder Ge pondered for a while, gritted his teeth and took out a three-foot long sword from his capsule. He saw that the long sword was green all over, like a clear spring, but it exuded a scathing murderous intent. Even the layman knew that it was a good sword at a glance.

Elder Feng laughed and said, "Hmph, Mr. Ge, you are willing to give up this time, and you actually took out your Qingquan sword. I will thank you first."

Elder Ge snorted coldly and said angrily: "Don't be proud of you, maybe your "Thousand Lotus Returning Wind Sword Technique" will eventually become my belonging."

"Then I'll wait and see."

"Let's see."

At this moment, the black hole that had originally shrunk into the size of an egg seemed to be a little bigger by an invisible force, and the entire valley was shaking.

The three elders who were originally in the old god did not dare to neglect them. They each took out an object, and stood at the vertex of an equilateral triangle as if they were opening the secret realm, just like when they were opening the secret realm, and just put the black hole in the center of the triangle, and poured Dou Qi into the object. The next moment, a huge triangle light frame with yellow light flashing appeared.

The black hole seemed to have some sense. After the triangle light frame appeared, it expanded rapidly, and a chaotic aura was flowing at the entrance of the hole, as if it was opened.

As soon as this time and space node was opened, a figure rushed out of the hole in a mess, and fell to the ground with a butt, his face full of fear, his body was covered in blood, and his right shoulder was empty, and he obviously lost his arm in the secret realm.

"He is a casual cultivator."

The people guarding near the entrance of the cave glanced at the person, and stopped paying attention, and then turned their eyes to the entrance of the cave. They could hear the bets of the elders of the three sects clearly and were very much looking forward to the final result.

"Thank you, elders."

The broken-armed cultivator struggled to stand up and gave a great gift to the elders of the three sects. He rushed out without looking back.

Some of the casual cultivators who had never left outside stared at the figure with fierce eyes, and several people quickly left.

After the first person came out, there was only a cup of tea. Another year, a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old came out calmly from the entrance of the cave. His bright red robe was a disciple of Hongmuling.

"I have seen the elder. This is the medicinal material seized by my disciple from the secret realm." The disciple of the Red Muling bowed to Elder Ge. Later, he took out a handful of medicinal material from his bag and handed it to the disciples of the sect who had been prepared for inspection.

"Two third-level medicinal materials, six second-level medicinal materials, thirteen first-level medicinal materials, six low-level demon cores, and two intermediate-level demon cores." After the Redwood Ridge disciple who was responsible for the acceptance inspection, he quickly spoke out loudly.

"Haha, not bad, I will reward you with such a vital energy pill." Elder Ge laughed and popped up a pill to the disciple of the Red Muling. Then he looked at Elder Feng with a provocative look and said, "Old Feng, my disciple has already come out. Brother, I'm embarrassed to take it first."

"Hmph, but just now, what's so proud of me?" Elder Ge's eyes twitched, and he looked at the hole of the space-time node with some impatient treatment.

After a while, disciples from Hongmuling and Chixia Palace came out one after another, either with pride, high spirits, depressed faces, and even five or six casual cultivators came out. But what is strange is that the disciples of Tianlang Sect have not yet been released.

Elder Feng's eyebrows were raised and his eyes were red, like a crazy bull. A powerful aura surged around him, as if it would burst out at any time. Even Elder Ge, who was not in the same position as him, no longer spoke out for provocation. His eyes were bright and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Half an hour later, almost all the disciples of the Red Muling and Chixia Palace had come out, and the disciples of the Tianlang Sect were still not seen. Elder Feng was already full of his eyes, his robe was bulging without wind, and he gritted his teeth, looking at everyone around him as if he was irreconcilable enemies.

At this moment, a young man wearing Tianlang Sect's costume flew out of the black hole. Elder Feng roared and reached out to grab it. The young man fell into Elder Feng's hand. He looked down and made Elder Feng furiously slapped his right palm to the side.

A dazzling yellow light flashed, and a huge rock next to the black hole shattered in an instant. Everyone hurriedly looked at the boy, but saw a transparent hole the size of a fist was broken between his chest and abdomen, and his mouth and nose were vomiting blood.

"Tell me, what did you encounter?" Elder Feng was furious and pulled the boy's arm and yelled loudly.

"Elder...inside...attack...kill..." The disciple of Tianlang Sect struggled for a while, trying to say the inner situation, but before he finished speaking, he died.

Seeing the miserable scene of this disciple, Elder Feng was so angry that he shouted: "Who is the one who is against our Tianlang Sect?"

"I!"
Chapter completed!