After slapping away the soil twice in succession to escape from the earth's bondage, Nangong Han suddenly noticed something was wrong in his heart, but it was not his turn to think about it carefully. The ghost-like hands grabbed his ankles for the third time.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to repeat his old tricks and continue to wave his hands and keep taking pictures.

Soon, Nangong Han's figure had entered a depth of more than ten feet underground, and the time consumed in this process was only two short breaths.

So he had no room to think about it, and it was as if Zhan Feihong had developed a habit of taking action.

"Boy, are you done yet?!"

Seeing that his vision was getting darker and darker, and the sunlight had stopped shining on his body a few moments ago, Nangong Han's long-held anger finally burst out!

As an elder of the Nangong family, had he ever been wronged by a junior?

Even if there might be a transcendent existence behind this young man, it would not be in vain for him to endure the insult of a young boy treating him like a monkey!

With his palm hitting the soil for the last time, Nangong Han finally showed his true ability. More than twenty invisible tentacles suddenly inserted into the soil, aiming at the young man's position hidden under the soil and pounced towards him!

It's a pity that he was so angry that he didn't raise his head to look at the situation above his head.

A deep pit that was more than ten feet deep into the ground and only a few feet wide. If the young man hadn't done it intentionally, it would have collapsed from the entrance of the cave. How could it withstand the huge shock of Nangong Han's palms that were struck out with 70% of the force?

In fact, the mud splashed by his last palm failed to break out of the hole. Instead, it all hit the cave wall, overwhelming Nangong Han.

And the deep penetration of more than twenty invisible tentacles completely shook the foundation of the entire pit, so that it collapsed from top to bottom, wishing to bury Hall Master Nangong alive ten feet underground!

Nangong Han had just focused all his energy on the magical power of "Controlling Baizhang", trying to drive his tentacles to branch out and surround the young man, when he heard a huge "rumbling" sound in his ears, and the last bit of light in his eyes disappeared.

Two pure.

Blinking his eyelids blankly, Old Hall Master Nangong suddenly understood what was going on. He couldn't help but grit his teeth bitterly, and pulled out all the more than twenty tentacles inserted into the soil to the top of his head, interlacing them into a huge

The invisible giant plate heads against the rolling mud flow!

"You bastard, do you think you can escape from my clutches using such a dirty trick?!"

Heavy pressure was uploaded from the invisible tentacles, and a ferocious meaning flashed in Nangong Han's eyes. He used all his strength to push upwards, trying to break a hole as quickly as possible and jump out to pursue Zhan Feihong who took the opportunity to escape.

traces!

But just when he was operating his spiritual skills to the extreme and all his energy was concentrated on the top of his head, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly appeared within half a foot of him!

"You didn't run away?!"

A look of surprise flashed between his eyebrows. Nangong Han wanted to reach out to block Zhan Feihong's forward movement, but he couldn't free his hand!

Under the faint red light, a bit of cold light touched his neck. It must be said that the young man used all his strength in this blow.

Whether it is the arrangement of psychological traps or the arrangement of trump cards, they are all brought to the extreme, and the most valuable thing among them is the most stringent limitation of time!

From the moment he threw out the wood spirit thread, to the moment he cracked the ground and penetrated, the clone transformed into Nangong Han's feet, and finally collapsed, the whole process took only three to four breaths!

Being able to make such a clever layout in such a short period of time made even the Nangong Hall Master feel a little more appreciative.

However, appreciation was appreciation, but he did not take this young man's final blow seriously.

As the saying goes, one force is better than ten skills. No matter how perfect your attack is, it still can't make up for the difference in strength between two realms and more than twenty lines!

Seeing that little starlight was about to scratch Nangong Han's neck, a wave of blue ripples lurking in the body suddenly appeared in the young man's dragon pupils. Immediately, the ripples turned into a tentacle with an extremely weird shape,

He stabbed Zhan Feihong in the stomach mercilessly.

In the end, the swung dagger failed to draw half a drop of blood from Nangong Han's neck, and the man was knocked back into the soil by the sudden tentacle.

"You think I don't even have a chance to save my life, you naive little guy!"

After giving a cold scolding, Nangong Han stomped his heel, and the thick mud flow that was oppressing his head continued to roar and splashed into the sky!

At the same time, Hall Master Nangong's control of Baizhang regained its effectiveness, and the protective tentacles were immediately thrown behind him, just blocking Zhan Feihong's second killing move to stab the back!

"Boy, you're panicking."

Shaking his head slightly, he suddenly slapped his back, and the irresistible force hit Zhan Feihong's wrist holding the dagger!

At this time, Zhan Feihong's dragon eyes, which had been used to the extreme, were completely overloaded and could no longer be used. Seeing the dagger in his palm flying out, he touched his other hand to the soil with some dejection, intending to do something

A final struggle.

But this palm was in vain.

Because the more than twenty tentacles of Hall Master Nangong, the moment before his mind turned, turned over all the soil around the two of them!

"Bang!" There was a violent roar, and the deep pit that was originally more than ten feet wide was blown into a large ditch by the blue spiritual energy. The splashed mud formed a circle around the huge pit, exposing the two figures to the sunlight again.

Down!

The feeling of his legs hanging in the air pierced his nerves. Zhan Feihong slowly lowered his head, only to see countless tentacles wrapping him from head to toe, causing his body to completely separate from the ground and lie in mid-air.

"Have you had enough fun?"

A faint voice of inquiry floated into his ears from below. Nangong Han swung his protective tentacle to pick up the small jade-handled dagger that flew to the side with the explosion. He narrowed his eyes and said, "You don't even know how to use this demon-slaying blade?"

You don't even know how to use it, how dare you do it in front of me?"

As he spoke, he took the dagger and flicked it towards the handle between his fingers. The azure light was dyed in and gradually gathered into the crystal-like sword body.

Seeing this scene, the young man's pupils couldn't help but shrink. If he had known the true use of this dagger just now, he would definitely be able to make up for the difference of several inches!

"You regret it, don't you?" Looking at the faint look of annoyance on Zhan Feihong's face, Nangong Han curled his lips, put the dagger in his arms with his backhand, and said proudly: "Boy, I have been struggling with you for so long, you

Shouldn't you give me some face and go with me?"
Chapter completed!