Chapter 93

Leng Zhongwei enjoys the fear of the two. The strong one is the one who makes others fear.

But when she looks at Han Zhen, Han Zhen's face remains unchanged and indifferent.

"I don't know if you are stupid, bold or stupid. Aren't you afraid of my ghost silk?"

Leng Zhongwei asked, with a trace of ghost gas, such as the night ghost whistling. In this remote and dark Yanshan, there is a penetrating feeling.

Xi Feiyu put his arm around Lin Jingya's shoulder, "Mr. Han, you can run away. You can run away and avenge us

Han Zhen is still indifferent.

"To die!" Leng Zhongwei, who is ignored by Han Zhen, has cold eyebrows. Her body surface suddenly appeared thick black, and then immediately away. But her hands of the dust, but as if to eat a tonic pill, rapid extension, twisting to Han Zhen shot.

Once shot Han Zhen, ghost silk will automatically get into his body and eat his internal organs.

"Afraid? It's not even an entry-level magic weapon that you use to warm up the Yin Qi. " Han Zhen shook his head.

He pointed like a sword!

In the villa, suddenly, the wind is blowing and the desire is suffocating.

"Broken!"

Han Zhen's mouth is full of thunder, and the light between his fingers shines on the void like the day.

Han Zhen holds the sun like a God.

Hiss

The black dust silk seemed to make a sharp scream. The black quickly dissipated and faded. The dust silk quickly retracted to its original appearance and could not move for half a minute.

In this light, Leng Zhongwei just felt that her whole body was like a needle, which hurt her heart. She couldn't help crying out.

Han Zhen hands of light, suddenly shot, into Leng Zhongwei's chest.

The whole villa instantly restored to darkness, and the infinite light at that moment seemed to stay only in people's eyes.

"I feel so hot!" Leng Zhongwei's voice trembled.

The light filled her and made her transparent.

The heat of the light burned her hair and it curled.

The great power washes the meridians of her body and burns all the Yin Qi she has absorbed after suffering in the past 20 years.

When the heat dissipated, Leng Zhongwei felt empty. The power she trusted, the power above ordinary people, disappeared!

"What's the matter with you, younger martial sister?" Luo Yifeng was the moment of light, stabbed his eyes, he forced to hold back tears, shouting Leng Zhongwei.

Leng Zhongwei's voice was extremely frightened. "Elder martial brother, my skill has been broken!"

Luo Yifeng opened his eyes and couldn't believe, "how can it be? The ghost silk you cultivate absorbs Yin Qi day and night. It's stronger than my foundation. How can it be broken? "

"Who are you?" Luo Yifeng said to Han Zhen with the same look in front of him: "with my younger martial sister's skill, even my master can't break his magic. How can you do it?"

Luo Yifeng couldn't believe it. "This kind of cultivation, even if it has been practiced for 30 or 40 years, is not necessarily successful. And you are just a young student, how can you have such power. "

"Such power?" Han Zhen was dumbfounded.

Han Zhen is now in the seventh level of refining gas, which is not even a slag for his previous cultivation.

Moreover, the period of refining Qi belongs to the lowest level of cultivation in the realm of cultivation. To be exact, it's not really a true cultivator at all. Only by building a successful foundation and setting the foundation of the road in the body can it be regarded as a true cultivator.

And this is not even the power of the practitioners. In their eyes, it is so irresistible.

"You are so weak!"