Chapter 386 is arrogance

Han Fei believes that even if he has a gap in cultivation with Zhao Haoran, he will not be defeated under his soul skills. Even if he loses, he will not lose anything. If he wins, he will get a heavenly magic weapon. He is good at calculating.

"Since Brother Han agreed, let's start now." Zhao Haoran's look is unpredictable, and no one can guess what he thinks.

The finger flicked, and a faint flame appeared, slowly drifting towards Han Fei.

Everyone was shocked. What's going on? Zhao Haoran wants to compensate, right? Delegatedly given to Han Fei's heavenly magic weapon?

It shouldn't be. Ye Wen also can't see the mystery, but he can also guess that Zhao Haoran is definitely not so easy to deal with. What is hidden in the seemingly crumbling flame?

Only Yang Potian almost crushed the teacup in his hand, but he soon calmed down, but he still did not escape Zhao Haoran's consciousness.

Is it that he knows this?

Zhao Haoran frowned slightly. There are many strong people in the world. He doesn't think he can be one of the best, but this thing is indeed very rare. The nephew of the owner of Brahman is a little more powerful than he looks.

Han Fei laughed and said, "Since Brother Zhao is such a concession, I won't be polite."

The soul art in front of him explained everything. Looking at the small flame, Han Fei felt so intimate that it seemed that the heavenly magic weapon was greeting him.

With outstretched palm, Han Fei could feel some slight heat, and more and more affirmation in his heart. This is the ordinary fire soul art. Although most of Mercury is the souls of Brahma, there are also those who practice the five elements, but the number is relatively small, reaching Han Fei's cultivation. This common sense is still there.

He didn't even bother to use his soul power. Han Fei wanted to directly break the poor little flame so as to suppress Zhao Haoran more thoroughly, no matter what the purpose of his bet was.

The hall is quietly, waiting for an ending. Many people can't help but jump out and point to Zhao Haoran and curse. If you have many heavenly magic weapons, you can give them to me. Is it possible that Han Fei's hostility to you can't see it?

Han Fei's proud grasp suddenly changed his face.

Something is wrong!

The flame could not be extinguished at all. Instead, it seemed to encounter nutrients and began to burn faster. In an instant, the palm of the hand was burned clean.

continues to spread.

The souls in the hall looked at the two inexplicably. Zhao Haoran said a seemingly brain-damaged bet, and the other one was even more strange. It seemed that it was not easy to get a heavenly magic weapon and lost one hand.

For the soul of Huayuan, the body is a little mutilated, and it doesn't matter. As long as he wants, he can give birth to new ones at any time.

Are these two really friendly to each other?

Ye Wen noticed the abnormality at the first time. There seemed to be something wrong with the flame.

The complete isolation from the external aura does not belong to the same kind. Only he has this eye in the whole hall.

Han Fei's forehead was sweating, and the magic power on his body surged to extinguish the flames.

But those magical powers sank into the sea and quietly disappeared, which did not play a role.

Being able to have such cultivation is not a general person. Han Fei made a decision immediately and cut off his arm, but in the blink of an eye, the whole arm turned into ashes.

Han Fei felt a cold cloth rising from the spine and weaved his whole body with a heavenly magic weapon, which was not so easy to hold.

Things are far from over, and the flames continue to burn, as if they have long eyes and go straight to Han Fei.

"I don't want the heavenly magic weapon." Han Fei exclaimed. At this moment, his face and dignity were all thrown aside, "Brother Zhao, please let me live."

It is foreseeable that in the time of half a column of incense, the flame will continue to burn, and Han Fei will die.

"It's late!"

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, but the action at this moment made the souls in Huayanzong Hall tremble.

No one understands what's going on. Isn't it just a soul art? How can it be like this? Han Fei's behavior is not acting, but really detecting the crisis of life and death.

Resentment flashed in Han Fei's eyes, "Since you want to kill me, you can't live."

Zhao Haoran glanced around, "Who dares to intervene and kill!"

Ye Wen's body, who had stood up, suddenly collapsed again. He was not afraid of Zhao Haoran, but did not want to have a bad relationship with him at this moment, but just watched quietly.

Unexpectedly, a knife suddenly flashed out and cut into the flame.

The original fire is not so easy to deal with. During this period of time, the original fire stationed in the body slowly formed, but most of them became the delicious meal of snake beads, and only a little of the original fire can be called by Zhao Haoran.

But this is just the beginning. The huge knife burst out and went forward bravely and vowed not to look back. This is the knife.

Even Han Fei was stunned, which delayed him a lot of time.

Han Fei's reaction was extremely fast. The flame came from Zhao Haoran. If he was killed, there would naturally be nothing left.

"Long-armed Buddha!"

A strange golden Buddha statue appeared behind Han Fei's back, and his arms were almost dragged to the ground, which was the origin of his name.

The two slender arms were thrown over, and the expression of the Buddha statue seemed to be angry and extremely strange. At the same time, the disciples of the Brahma sect had too many different branches, and the image of the Buddha statue was completely different.

To Zhao Haoran's surprise, what is contained in this arm is the power of rules!

The rules of heaven and earth can be controlled by the strong man who refines the soul into beads, and Han Fei in front of him is definitely not. The only explanation is that this Buddha has different abilities.

The Brahma sect has a long history and is really powerful.

However, these alone are still far from enough. Zhao Haoran sneered. Since he has made such a scene today, he is not afraid to make more trouble. If he takes the opportunity to stand up his power, he will be amazing.

This is Zhao Haoran's idea, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark. It is usually silent and does not provoke each other, but once it is bullied on the head, it is a stormy crazy offensive, endless.

"Kill!"

In one place, the temperature of the hall dropped, and the cold rose from the bottom of their hearts. Many souls changed their faces and secretly scolded Zhao Haoran for being shameless. Originally, they were just watching the bustle, but they didn't expect that the scope of influence of this magic power was so wide.

Once the killing in the heart is stimulated, it is difficult to suppress it.

The soul man who knew his weak strength was not in the mood to stay. He jumped out of the hall and dared to stop until a thousand feet away.

Under the protection of Yu's smile, the feather boy was not harmed. Otherwise, with his cultivation, he would have gone crazy at this moment and become a machine that only knew how to kill.

"Bold!" Yang Potian shouted angrily, and I don't know when a big knife about three feet long appeared in his hand, which was extremely powerful and completely different from the ordinary Sanskrit soul.

"Hmm!" Zhao Haoran glanced at him. The knife light just now was sent by him. I don't know what the purpose was to save Han Fei.

But Zhao Haoran has made up his mind that no one can stop him!

"Zhao Haoran, stop it, or I won't be polite." When Yang Potian spoke, he drove the knife light to flash, and the rest of the souls could not get involved at all, while Ye Wen continued to look at the lively, and his bare feet stepped on the ground, as stable as Mount Tai.

"Destroy!" Zhao Haoran ignored it at all and came out.

After all, Han Fei's long-armed Buddha is not himself. Due to his lack of cultivation, he can't deeply feel the rules. He can only follow the ability to visualize the Buddha's own ability, which greatly reduces his power.

In addition, Zhao Haoran's killing formula shook his mind and actually scattered the long-armed Buddha he had conceived.

Han Fei looked stunned, and he never thought that Zhao Haoran, who returned to his cultivation at the same time, was better than him.

Such a terrible magic power defeated the long-armed Buddha and also defeated his confidence. The so-called defeat is like a mountain, which is probably the truth.

The flame continued to burn. In the blink of an eye, Han Fei turned into a wisp of smoke, and there was no such person in the world.

There is no weak person left in the temple at this moment, but it is still a little unacceptable to see this scene.

What kind of soul art is this? The soul of Huayuan was easily killed in this way. Han Fei couldn't resist it. What about himself? I shuddered when I thought about it and made up my mind. Zhao Haoran, even if he couldn't become a friend, he couldn't become an enemy. It was really terrible.

The madman did not retreat, but was eager to try. This is him, a complete madman.

Under Ye Wen's warning eyes, Yu smiled and rotted the idea of a fight with Zhao Haoran into his stomach.

However, his fanatical eyes still exposed his true thoughts. Yu Tong was relieved. If the madman really rushed up, I'm afraid he would end up with the same as Han Fei. Fortunately, Hua Yanzong still had someone to control him.

"You..." The red knife body, which is more than three feet long, is impotent, like the state of mind that breaks the sky.

He didn't expect that Zhao Haoran ignored his existence and killed Han Fei under his nose.

Yang Potian and Han Fei have no friendship. They just wanted to try the power of the source before.

He had seen his uncle exert his original power before. He would never forget that strange feeling. He didn't expect that Hua Yanzong had also met such a person in his small life. He originally wanted to make friends.

But Yang Potian is extremely arrogant. Because of the identity of the nephew of the owner of Brahman, no matter where he goes and what kind of soul he meets, he will give him a little thin face. In Yang Potian's plan, Zhao Haoran should take the opportunity to stop and kill Han Fei, and then things will be easy.

I didn't expect that his script was completely wrong.

Zhao Haoran didn't play cards according to common sense at all. This is Yang Potian's idea at this moment, directly stepping his face to the ground.

Don't say that he is the nephew of the Lord of Brahman. Even if the Lord of Brahman comes here, Zhao Haoran will not allow others to influence his ideas at will.