Sun Yi was stunned, and so were the others.


    There was no expression on Han ZhiBei''s face, but there was a dangerous light in his eyes.


    "What are you talking about?" the expression on Sun Yi''s face disappeared and replaced by a thick killing.


    As a bodyguard in front of the ninth Prince of the great Shen Empire, he was always surrounded by people everywhere. His scenery was boundless. Even in the face of people with higher cultivation than him, he treated him with courtesy in the face of the ninth Prince and the great Shen empire. No one ever scolded him in front of him.


    At this moment, he suspected that he had an illusion.


    "To die!" Sun Yi roared. The dagger in his hand suddenly turned into a black light and rowed towards Yang Xuan.


    The black light, like a snake, disappeared into the night as soon as it appeared.


    Then Sun Yi appeared on Yang Xuan''s head and stabbed Yang Xuan with a dagger.


    The momentum is soaring and rolling all over the sky!


    Han ZhiBei nodded slightly. Sun Yi''s move was superb in nature and gave full play to the attributes of the weapon itself. It is not far from the next magic weapon in Guanghua.


    The black snake that disappeared in the night sky appeared behind Yang Xuan, opened its big mouth, spit out Xinzi, and suddenly swallowed Yang Xuan, as if to swallow Yang Xuan into his stomach.


    The dagger was coming, and the black snake was behind. For a moment, Yang Xuan seemed to be in a desperate situation.


    Sun Yi''s face was already showing a cruel smile. He seemed to have seen the end of the man with a little red eyebrows in front of him.


    But the next moment, Han ZhiBei''s face suddenly changed, and suddenly drank, "back!"


    What appeared on Sun Yi''s face was neither shock nor panic, but confusion. He stood in the green world with a dagger and was at a loss.


    The next moment, he found that he had fallen to the ground, and his right hand holding the dagger was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.


    "Ah -- ah --"


    He made a heart rending cry, and the feeling from his body made him miserable.


    Except for Han ZhiBei, everyone was shocked. They looked at Sun Yi, who was constantly wailing on the ground, with hair falling off and dry skin. There was a thick fear on his face.


    A cool breath rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, making them instantly seem to fall into an ice cave.


    No one has seen such strange scenes, which seems to have been separated from the category of martial arts.


    In the fear of everyone, Han ZhiBei''s face was cold. He slowly moved forward and came to Sun Yi, but he didn''t even look at Sun Yi on the ground. He just stared at Yang Xuan''s fingers coldly.


    After a while, his eyes moved to Yang Xuan''s face and slowly opened his mouth: "it''s a humanitarian expert, a good means!"


    Lying on the ground, Sun Yi''s eyes darkened. As soon as the feeling of dying in his body dissipated, he heard Han ZhiBei''s words.


    He is a master of humanity!


    Before he fainted, he felt like a clown.


    "Don''t ask your name! What''s your school?" Han ZhiBei looked solemn and hugged Yang Xuan, which is respect for experts of the same level.


    "Fairy gate, white!" Yang Xuan said faintly.


    Han ZhiBei nodded: "brother Bai, be careful!"


    Then he punched out.


    Boom!


    Han ZhiBei was just a simple punch, as simple as a black tiger, but Yang Xuan''s expression changed.


    Yang Xuan finally understood why he called Han ZhiBei, from north to north, all the way north, and never looked back.


    In front of his eyes, it seemed that a surging river suddenly appeared. The river was choppy and powerful, destroying any obstacles in front of it.


    Heaven and earth are like a river, upstream to the north, go straight ahead and never look back.


    Han ZhiBei''s real name is not Han ZhiBei. ZhiBei is his boxing and his way.


    Facing this punch against the current to the north, Yang Xuan appeared dignified on his face. The next moment, he pointed out boldly.


    This time, not the index finger of the right hand, but the thumb. On the fingers, the power of life and death is like a balance.


    The end of life is death, the end of death is life, life and death!


    This is the second time he has completely used the finger of life and death, and the first time he was facing the old man who cut firewood.


    But that time, he did not deduce the power of life and death. He just glanced at Hong and revealed the tip of the iceberg.


    This time, the power of life and death has been evolved to the extreme by him.


    Pointed out, gently facing the Pentium river.


    The next moment, Han ZhiBei''s face appeared shocked.


    From Yang Xuan''s fingers, he felt two different but homologous forces. These two forces were completely opposite, but they could not change each other, forming a delicate balance on Yang Xuan''s fingers.


    A sense of danger surged into his mind. Han ZhiBei had a strong feeling. If he really broke this balance, I''m afraid it would be bad.


    But he can''t close his fist. If he does, he will never be able to use the second fist. In that case, he might as well die.


    To the north to the north, all the way north, this is his way, never bow, never turn back.


    Turning back is death, so never turn back!


    The river surged, and the fist came to meet Yang Xuan''s finger.


    Life and death are intertwined, and the forces of life and death merge in an instant.


    Time stops. The next moment, the end comes.


    Yang Xuan''s body began to distort and deform in the surging river. The muscles on his arm burst like a blown balloon in this force of distortion and deformation, and even exposed his bones.


    Poof!


    A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. Yang Xuan felt like he was hit by a speeding train. No, he was caught in the middle of the front of the train by two opposite trains and hit it hard.


    For a moment, Yang Xuan announced that he was injured.


    In contrast, Han ZhiBei''s body was in a mess at this time, which was worse than Yang Xuan''s.


    On his body, the forces of life and death appear alternately, dividing his body into countless small areas. At this moment, one part is dry and rotten, and at the next moment, another place is boiling with blood, muscle growth, blood vessels protruding and bursting.


    Even his face was very old for a while, young for a while, and his hair changed from black to white.


    No one can stand the torture of life and death. When the time between life and death is gathered together, the hesitation between heaven and hell will drive people crazy.


    Han ZhiBei fell down, fell down between life and death, and could no longer stand up.


    At the moment he fell, he remembered a name and never forgot it: Xianmen, Baiqi!


    At the moment when the two fought, Sun Yi, who was lying on the ground and fainted, directly turned into minced meat. When the minced meat flew in mid air, it began to rot. before landing, it turned into fly ash and dissipated.


    It''s still not over. The faces of the onlookers were full of fear and wanted to step back, but it was too late. They stood too close to leave the battlefield, so they also died, turned into fly ash and disappeared from the world.


    Above the ground, the soil was flying, and all the plants in a huge range dried up and died, and then blew away in the power of crazy crack, and became a part of dust.


    Yang Xuan stumbled, spewed out another mouthful of blood and landed on one knee.


    The wood aura added from all around kept sending out, which made his arm begin to heal, and at the same time, he could not help conditioning his injured body.


    "Over there, come on!" a voice came, and there was a light shining in the sky.


    Yang xuanqiang endured the pain, started his invisibility, disappeared, and then ran away in an instant.