Chapter 237

This punch, incomparable terror!

I saw a golden fist print in the void. In one tenth of my breath, the fist print had become more than ten feet in size.

The aura of the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be drained in an instant.

"Boom..."

The world was shaking. Around the fist prints, a layer of golden waves sent out rhythmic agitation.

That is the trend that the void will be burst, and that force seems to blow through heaven and earth together.

"Die!"

Han Yun's eyes are full of gold.

The crowd looked at Han Yun and their eyes were full of impressiveness.

"How possible!"

The witch God couldn't help crying out.

A pair of pale pupils burst out a secluded awn of more than ten feet.

"The scourge of witches and gods!"

The old man shouted angrily, and a terrible force broke out from the old man.

The dark evil spirit turned into a black dragon and rose into the sky.

"Roar..."

The black dragon's crazy roar and endless evil Qi gathered on the black dragon.

"Kill me!"

The black dragon roared and rushed towards Han Yun's fist seal.

"Boom..."

Violent collision, the whole dark forest trembled, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and a dead creature was smashed by the aftermath of the battle.

"I wipe, so terrible!"

Han Yun was also startled by the power of the punch.

Han Yun felt that just that force seemed to break a certain limit, which would trigger the shock of space.

"Didi..."

"System prompt: player Han Yun has quit crazy warrior mode!"

When the prompt sound of the system came, Han Yun only felt a sense of weakness, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out.

"Draft it? When can there be no side effects of crazy warrior mode? I feel I've had enough!"

Han Yun couldn't help cursing.

"System, check whether the old guy is dead!"

Sitting cross legged on the ground, Han Yun ordered the system while recovering his strength.

"The system is checking, please wait!"

"Check finished!"

"According to the test results, the witch is not dead!"

The sound of the system came.

"Not dead!"

Han Yun was surprised.

"Is this old guy a Xiaoqiang? How can he ban playing so much!"

Han Yun said fiercely.

"Didi..."

"System prompt: the wizard is recovering. When the wizard recovers, the player Han Yun will have a 90% probability of death!"

"I wipe!"

Han Yun can't sit still!

This sounds scary, but it's absolutely true!

The old guy didn't die under his terrible punch. You can think how abnormal he is!

"This old pervert, I don't believe I can't kill him!"

Han Yun gritted his teeth and inserted the needle eye left by Wang xugeng next to him, while Han Yun himself stood up.

There's no way. Han Yun doesn't dare to recover!

He has recovered, that is, he is a rookie in the early days of zhanzong, but the witch God is different. As long as he recovers some, he can abuse himself!

"Han Yun, you're not dead!"

Seeing Han Yun coming out, the other two zhanzong disciples of the Hu family suddenly changed their faces.

"No, I forgot these two pigs!"

Han Yun patted his head.

Han Yun didn't pay attention to these two before, but now it's a special time!

"Hahaha... Elder martial brother, I know. He must have been injured in the war!"

Another Hu family disciple suddenly looked at Han Yun and laughed.

"Hurt!"

They looked at each other and saw the cold in each other's eyes.

"Cao NIMA's vegetable chicken. I'm not afraid of you if I'm seriously injured. Come on, come and kill me!"

Han Yun's face is arrogant!

"You..."

When they heard Han Yun's words, a touch of surprise rose in their eyes.

"These two are zhanzong. Even if brother Wang brings people here today, they may not be able to win!"

Han Yun looked a little gloomy.

I knew I'd kill these two fools first.

Lest there be more surprises at this time.

"System prompt: player Han Yun can use level 8 calling card!"

"Level 8 calling card?"

Han Yun's eyes lit up and couldn't help patting his head.

"Special, I almost forgot this level 8 calling card!"

While complaining, Han Yun asked the system, "system, can this level 8 calling card summon the strong at the peak of zhanzong?"

"Level 8 calling card can certainly summon level 8 strong people, but there may not be level 8 peak strong people. It depends on the luck of player Han Yun!"

The system replied.

"Luck!"

Han Yun grinned.

Look at the lucky value.

137。

"This lucky value should also be good. I should not be unlucky to summon the strong in the early days of zhanzong."

Han Yun's eyes flashed.

Then crush the level 8 summon card.

"Whether player Han Yun uses level 8 calling card!"

The prompt tone of the system came.

"Use!"

Han Yun directly clicked to use.

"Level 8 calling card is being activated, please wait..."

"Activation completed!"

"Positioning the world of death!"

"Death world positioning is successful. Player Han Yun, please choose dead creatures!"

A page pops into Han Yun's mind.

What appeared in front of Han Yun was a screen with countless names of dead creatures.

Ghosts, demons, death knights

A lot of dead creatures dazzled Han Yun.

"Player Han Yun still has ten seconds to choose. Finally, he chooses the countdown to start 10, 9, 8..."

"Wait..."

Han Yun quickly flipped the page.

There are too many dead creatures.

What ogre, what skeleton warrior

Han Yun took a look and passed directly.

These things were known when Han Yun played games in his previous life. Although their names are scary, they are actually weak.

"Give me a bone dragon!"

Han Yun shouted in his heart.

Just when the system calls out the last name.

A name appeared in Han Yun's mind.

Necromancer!

"Just him..."

Han Yun hurried.

"Calling the necromancer. The countdown to the arrival time of the necromancer begins 10, 9, 8..."

In Han Yun's mind, there were prompt sounds.

Hearing the prompt, Han Yun was relieved.

"Elder martial brother, I think he is at the end of a powerful crossbow. I don't believe he can defeat you and my martial brothers in the state of serious injury!"

"Yes, kill him!"

The two men looked at Han Yun in silence, looked at each other, and then the lightning like Korean cloud came.

"Want to kill me?"

Han Yun sneered at the corners of his mouth.

Watching the two attack, Han Yun's face not only did not have the slightest tension, but aroused a sneer.

Death mage.

Let them see the power of your death!

"Die!"

"Go to hell!"

Their faces were ferocious and their killing intention was terrible.

The power of terror gathered madly on their fists.

The vast power is incomparable.

They looked up at Han Yun and wanted to see the panic look on Han Yun's face.

But when their eyes fell on Han Yun's face.

Their bodies suddenly shook violently.

Han Yun's expression was very calm, as if it were a backwater.