1685: C1685 Too Little

C1685 Too Little

Han Zhen flicked his finger and it went straight through the fox's head.

The distant fox didn't have any time to fight back or evade as his eyes suddenly popped out.

The Far Fox possessed extremely powerful sniping abilities, and even had excellent disguise and stealth abilities. Even if the assassination did not succeed, he would still be able to escape unscathed.

But despite himself, he had never imagined that he would die so easily here.

Han Zhen's expression was calm. As a powerful cultivator, he would never tolerate others assassinating him with impunity.

The surrounding people were filled with fear, because no one had expected this scene.

Then, Han Zhen's spiritual will locked onto all the assassins.

"Too little!" Han Zhen's body suddenly broke through the air currents.

The air was like the breaking of a tsunami.

Han Zhen had already arrived at a killer from the southeast continent, Valarillo. He was strong and the muscles on his body coiled around his body like a giant python.

Even the strongest bodybuilder and weightlifter could not compare to Vallarillo.

"Eight Lightning Strikes!"

Vallarillo let out a loud shout, and his arms, legs, head, and elbows rained down like a torrential downpour of attacks from every corner of the assassin's body.

From within the arena, his body rumbled like thunder. This was an anomaly caused by the strength exerted by the bones in the entire body, and was also the name given to the eight parts of Lightning Haste.

With Vallarillo's strength, he already had the strength of an elephant in his hands. Just being hit by the wind from his fist would cause his bones and tendons to break.

With this kind of power, Valarillo was able to enter the top five hundred on the Ranking of Assassins.

"What great strength!" Han Zhen praised.

Seeing the excitement in his heart, Han Zhen did not choose to use the Scarlet Flame Berserker Blade. A golden light suddenly flowed from his body and he directly punched out.

Even though the power was not obvious, Vallarillo could sense that something was wrong.

With a loud roar, Vallarillo used all the strength in his body, using the secret technique of burning blood to increase his strength by three times.

BOOM!

A clap of thunder could be seen on the ground.

A crack also appeared on the ground between the two due to the tremendous force.

BOOM!

With the exchange of just two punches, the space within a meter around him was directly shaken into a vacuum by the powerful force.

Bang!

Vallarillo flew backward.

His powerful body hovered in the air …

Han Zhen's punch was so powerful that Valarillo's sturdy body could not withstand the immense pressure.

Vallarillo, die!

"Too little!" Han Zhen was dissatisfied with the fact that there were only a few assassins this time. With a turn of his body, he arrived in front of a killer in long robes.1

The assassin held a silver crescent blade. The blade was curved like a full moon, and both sides of the blade were painted a dull black. As he waved it, there was no sound of the wind at all.

The black light in the assassin's hand was like a long dragon. As it moved, a fishy stench came from it. It was obvious that the blade was coated with poison.

Knowing Han Zhen's power, the long-robe killer became more careful. And with the secret body forging technique that was passed down in Zhong Zhou, the speed and strength of the robed killer were unimaginably fast.

The black light was like a fog, enveloping Han Zhen's entire body. Merely rubbing his skin would cause the poison to attack his heart.

"Too little!" Han Zhen sighed.

In the dense night, the crowd could barely distinguish the deadly killing intent that was shrouded in the black fog.

In the black mist, a shocking rage suddenly swept out.

It was like a giant blade cutting through the chaos, a heavenly blade created by an ancient giant god.

The rage was like a blade.

Illuminate the universe!

Cut through the black fog, cut through the darkness, cut through the killer's body.

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