There was no emotion in his eyes, and it was like a cold killing machine.

"You...who are you?"

Han Yang's voice was a little trembling.

"Kill your person!"

The black figure said coldly.

"Why kill me?"

Han Yang asked another question.

"Because you deserve to die!"

The black figure looked at him with a touch of playfulness in his eyes, "You guy, quite interesting, you actually smeared Xiao Leihao. If possible, I don't want to kill you, but you must die!"

Han Yang was shocked. It seemed that this person had been following him for a while, but he didn't notice it at all. This was too terrible. Who was he?

Why did he kill himself?

He immediately woke Han Mo up and said in a serious tone: "The enemy is right now, now, I can only rely on you!"

But Han Mo shouted in surprise, "Wow, the true soul of the peak of the Seven Stars, haha, that should be very delicious!"

Han Yang frowned slightly, this guy.

Han Mo said: "But the peak of the Seven Stars is still a bit troublesome when dealing with it. You need to deal with him first. I suddenly launched a sneak attack, and then you immediately urge the City of Death to trap him, and then let me swallow him, and that's enough!"

Han Yang nodded, "Okay, that's it!"

Of course, these communications are all accomplished through thoughts.

Han Yang looked at the black shadow and gradually burst into a fighting spirit, and said coldly: "If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability. Even if you are a peak seven-star powerhouse, so what if?"

A look of surprise flashed in the black figure's eyes, "I really didn't expect that you would see through my cultivation level. You little guy, it's really interesting. I want to see, what do you have to rely on if you are so angry!"

After saying that, he suddenly smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that the space nearby has been blocked by me, so don't try to escape, and don't try to attract other people's attention, because others can't see us at all!"

Han Yang's face looked a little ugly, no wonder he felt something strange nearby.

He snorted angrily and gritted his teeth and said, "Since that's the case, let me see your ability! There are too many people who want to kill Xiaoma, what are you?"

All of his cultivation levels in the middle stage of Liuhe were bursting out. The next moment, he instantly turned into nine figures and pounced on the black figure at the same time. This technique was the Nine Movie Fantasy Heavenly Kung Fu.

The black figure snorted disdainfully, "The trick of the eagle is not worth laughing at!"

He slapped his hand and slapped Han Yang's figure directly. Han Yang's face changed drastically. This guy, with such a vicious eyes, actually discovered his own body directly.

Without any hesitation, he beat the seventh punch of the Tiantian God Fist with all his cultivation.

Shadow smiled disdainfully, "I heard that you have a kind of martial arts that can produce power equivalent to the mid-stage of the seven-star stage in the middle of the Liuhe period. Now it seems that this is true! Isn't it a pity for such a good martial art to be on you?"

As he said that, the strength of the palm he slapped at him did not change. Obviously, he was very confident and was able to deal with Han Yang.

Seeing that Han Yang's punch and his palm were about to face each other.

But at this moment, a grim smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Han Yang's mouth. The next moment, he suddenly turned into a palm and went up to him with one palm.

And just as his fist was released, a small thunder ball grew up instantly, turned into the size of a football, and blasted towards the black shadow's palm.

The black figure changed drastically and reacted very quickly. He immediately wanted to withdraw his palm, but it was too late.

Han Yang's Eight Desolate Thunder Hand had already slapped his hand. The football-sized thunder ball exploded in his palm instantly. The violent force instantly invaded his meridians, causing his face to change drastically and his expression to be painful.

Even one of his hands and his entire arm turned charred in an instant.

He was blown away by a huge force.

Han Yang was also shocked.

The black figure fell smoothly on the ground, and a strong cold look appeared in his eyes. He looked at his hands and then at Han Yang. In his eyes, there was murderous intent.

"Damn it, it seems that I want to underestimate you. At a young age, I actually have such a terrible martial art. This time I take action, it will definitely be a loss!"

One blow can hurt himself, which should at least be a rare three-star martial art. A few greed flashed in his eyes.

However, although Han Yang's Eight Desolate Thunder Hand was extremely powerful, after all, Han Yang's cultivation was too low. The Eight Desolate Thunder Hand was just practicing. Although it had the amplification of the origin of the Thunder Dragon, it only caused the black figure to suffer a little bit of minor injuries.

"Boy, you have successfully angered me, go to die!"

A black figure flashed and rushed towards Han Yang again.

Han Yang stood there without moving.

In the previous attack, he had done his best to use the Sky-Splitting God Fist as a cover and suddenly activated the Eight Desolate Thunder Hands. However, he did not expect that this black shadow was so powerful that he only suffered a little injury in the face of such a terrible attack.

Sure enough, the peak seven-star powerhouse is really terrible.

At this moment, when he saw the shadow pounce again, he did not move and silently said in his heart: "Han Mo, I'll leave it to you!"

"Don't worry, it's not a problem to deal with him!"

The black figure was very fast, and it was in front of Han Yang's eyes in a blink of an eye, but at this moment, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of Han Yang's eyes, which scared the black figure.

He looked carefully and saw that the dark shadow was as dark as ink, looking very strange, but his figure was still vaguely similar to Han Yang.

But at this moment, he had no time to think about it because Han Mo's punch had already hit him.

Feeling the power in this punch, the black figure changed drastically. This punch was much more powerful than Han Yang's previous punch.

Han Mo had already made preparations, and Tianlang changed directly to the sixth level. Then, the seventh punch of the Lietian God Fist was directly shot out, and the power of this punch was directly six times that of Han Yang.

Han Mo always had to kill with one blow, but the black shadow in front of him was indeed terrible. After taking Han Mo's strongest attack, he took more than ten steps back and stabilized his body.

But even so, his appearance was still very ugly, and blood spurted out from his mouth. Obviously, Han Mo's punch hit him hard.

And just as he stood firm, he suddenly saw Han Yang's face appear in front of him.
Chapter completed!