My messenger is a little fox

Jin Mengli was overwhelmed. After his attack missed, he quickly turned around, followed the stick, and pursued Han Yan again.

Han Yan, who had exerted force twice in a row, had already run out of stamina. Faced with the rapidly coming blow, he had to block it with his sword in both hands.

The Broken Saber curved into an arc under the blow, and at the moment it recovered, Han Yan was lifted off the ground and flew towards the opposite side.

This moment shocked Han Yan's hands.

Han Yan only felt that his wrists were sore and numb, and it seemed that the hands were no longer his, but the place he flew to was exactly where the cultists gathered.

Two of the cultists saw Han Yan flying in the air with a strange posture, seemingly unprepared, so they blocked the place where Han Yan must pass to try to take advantage.

Han Yan felt threatened, but he was still in mid-air, and his hands were shaking. He was hesitating whether to call Huo'er for help, but suddenly remembered Li Yu's reminder, and quietly put his still trembling hands into his arms.

The two men looked at Han Yan who was getting closer and closer with a grin. One commanded the spirit to attack, while the other summoned a big sword and jumped forward to cut Han Yan into two pieces. The other cultists acted as if they didn't see it and waited for Han Yan's final result with a smile.

Suddenly, a handful of talismans shot out from Han Yan's body, with more than ten talismans in total.

The spiritual master and the spirit master ran into the group of talismans in horror, and then there was an almost continuous explosion.

More than a dozen explosion symbols exploded at almost the same time, causing the entire valley to tremble, and many less powerful people subconsciously covered their ears.

As for the center of the explosion, the scene was terrible. I guess that person never imagined that Han Yan would be so frantic. Normally, it would only take two or three talismans to force them back, but Han Yan threw them all. More than ten pictures.

How can someone be so arrogant?

Even some brutal cultists couldn't bear to watch the fun anymore.

As the explosion ended, two large black objects flew far away. Even if they could survive, they would probably have to lie on the bed for a long time.

However, Han Yan was not easy either. He threw out more than ten Explosion Talismans at once. It was purely because his hands were numb and he couldn't control the number. Otherwise, he would not be able to do such a cruel behavior with his character, not to mention that he was still flying in that direction. Yes, he also experienced the aftermath of the final explosion.

Han Yan only felt that his internal organs were on fire, and he didn't vomit blood for a long time. His body was even burnt black. It looked a bit scary, but it also had an unexpected effect.

Those cultists looked at Han Yan with a hint of awe. They didn't know that the madness just now was caused by Han Yan's mistake, and they thought he was a madman for a while.

Being an enemy of a lunatic will make even the most ruthless cultist a little more wary.

At least the giant man Jin Meng was shocked. He wanted to continue chasing Han Yan and defeat him in one breath, but he was frightened by the violent explosion just as he took a step forward.

Jin Meng has a simple and honest appearance, but he is more thoughtful than anyone else. He immediately thought that if Han Yan was forced into a panic, if the other party was not afraid of death, he would give him such a blow...

It seemed that his body could not withstand the bombardment of so many explosive symbols.

Han Yan landed heavily on the ground, his knees were bent, and his arms were spread and hung on both sides to maintain balance. The broken saber was stabbed on the ground. Coupled with the nearly half-charred body, he showed a bit of awe-inspiring aura.

Han Yan straightened out the somewhat chaotic spiritual energy in his body and turned around, only to see that the cultists who had been crowded together made a way out of the middle.

After taking a strange look at these people who were still unruly before, and then at the two charred and tattered bodies flying far away, Han Yan returned his gaze to the giant man Jin Meng and said, "I have some I underestimated you, you are very capable."

"Hehe, hehe, I just said I'm good at fighting!" Jin Meng smiled sarcastically. Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger was his tried and tested method, and he didn't want others to take him seriously.

Han Yan nodded, and spiritual power poured into Po Jun crazily, causing it to rise into a nearly ten-meter-long sword. The cultists and demon-suppressing officers who were a little closer had difficulty breathing due to the aura emanating from it, and they all retreated again until they gave way to the boss in the middle.

The honesty in Jin Meng's eyes was gone, replaced by prudence and caution.

Suddenly, Jin Meng slammed the mace on the ground, and he roared, and his aura suddenly surged.

"Roar——" Jin Meng's body quickly grew in size, and his transformation into a beast became more serious, and his eyes became red as if they were bloodshot.

"This person is indeed from the Giant Spirit Sect. Judging from his power, he seems to be a direct descendant."

In the distance, Li Yu looked at the giant man who had grown to more than five meters tall and looked like the Bull Demon King. He frowned and thought, "It's just that the Giant Spirit Sect is a third-level sect in the cult. Why is its direct descendant?" Will you live in a place like Yongzhou where no one can shit?"

The strange thing is that not only Li Yu and Han Yan were curious when they saw the giant Jin Meng, but even the other party's accomplices, Ding Jianchen and others also looked surprised.

"Roar--" Jin Meng, who had reached a height of five or six meters, suddenly opened his arms and looked up to the sky and roared. The sound was like thunder, making the entire valley tremble.

After the whistle, Jin Meng picked up the mace like a thin linen rod.

I saw him putting the "fine linen rod" in his palm, weighing it, and said in a rough voice: "Hey, old man, it's your turn!"

In an instant, the "thin linen pole" became so radiant that it was two cents thicker than a bucket.

The giant man Jin Meng took hold of the thickened mace and waved it with satisfaction: "Old man, you are the best for me!"

Then he looked at Han Yan and said with a serious expression: "I haven't fought in this form for several years. You succeeded in making me feel dangerous. I don't know whether you are lucky or unlucky?"

Han Yan looked up at the giant Jin Meng, grinned and said: "I am not interested in luck or misfortune. I only have confidence in my sword."

"Take my sword first." As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yan swung his ten-meter-long Pojun towards the opponent.

"Well done!" Jin Meng chuckled, swung the mace and collided with the huge sword.

"Boom -" The air waves surged, dust flew, and the violent collision directly exploded a large crater on the ground below.

The mace in Jin Meng's hand sank, and his feet sank deeply into the ground. Han Yan was pulled back more than ten steps by the collapsing sword energy and broken saber.

Looking at the slightly distorted sword light due to the impact, Han Yan was shocked. This was the first time that the usually indestructible sword light was bounced back. However, it seemed that the giant Jin Meng was not having a good time, with the huge mace on top. The sharp thorns were cut off and bent.