Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

Although the other three people didn't know what was going on, when they heard this, they hurriedly activated their magic weapons, integrated their artistic conception, and released the killing move they had prepared for a long time.

Three balls of spiritual energy surged up, containing three completely different artistic conceptions, and merged into a ball of three-colored spiritual light in the air. As they merged, they condensed into a giant ice flame dragon with blue ripples.

The nearly fifty-meter-long ice flame dragon was majestic, and there was even a hint of intelligence in its huge eyes, clearly possessing the strength of the Nascent Soul stage.

"hold head high--"!

The giant dragon roared to the sky, and blue light surged rapidly in its body. In an instant, it condensed into a huge blue ice ball beside its side.

The huge eyes were filled with raging rage. As he roared, the ice ball began to emit blazing blue flames, like a fire from heaven, carrying the power to destroy the earth, and smashed towards Jiang Han rapidly!

Such an imposing and powerful aura finally attracted Jiang Han's attention.

A tremendous pressure suddenly appeared from all around, pressing down his body and sinking three inches into the ground beneath his feet!

Jiang Han raised his long sword at an angle, and sword intent swirled around the sword body. Unparalleled sharpness overflowed and created grooves on the ground.

The next moment, he turned into a flash of lightning and passed through the ice ball in an instant. When he appeared again, he was already in an empty void.

The ice ball shattered, but Jiang Han didn't even look at it.

He raised his right hand, and wisps of black air emanated from his body. It was an almost boundless and enormous sword intent.

The tiny sword intent instantly filled the entire sky, covering the dark clouds and blocking the pouring rain.

"What is he going to do?"

For some reason, Qin Menghe felt a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart. Her heart felt a crisis as if it was about death, and began to beat wildly.

She licked her dry lips and pointed at Jiang Han. Immediately, a ripple reappeared, trying to interfere with the other party's movements.

But at this moment, she saw Jiang Han raised his index finger and gently fiddled with the void in front of him.

Boundless murderous intent poured down, and for the first time, Qin Menghe truly felt the arrival of death.

"Om-"

There seemed to be a slight sound, and the black air that filled the sky rolled violently, and in an instant it turned into countless black daggers, occupying the entire sky.

The rain rushed down through the gaps between the daggers, but when it hit the ground, it turned into black ice crystals and pierced deep into the ground.

"What kind of move is this?"

Qin Menghe's pupils trembled violently. Each of those black daggers contained a cold sword intent that even she felt was dangerous.

With so much sword intent pouring down, can she withstand it?

Before she could make a move, she saw the boundless sword intent suddenly move and fall towards where they were standing.

The faces of several people changed drastically, with horror in their eyes. They all used their life-saving magic weapons. For a moment, various colors of light flashed out, and finally they managed to block the sword before it fell.

"Puff puff--"

From the place shrouded in light, there were dull sounds of leather being pierced and bursts of shrill screams. This time, their real bodies were finally injured.

After a moment, the sword intent finally disappeared.

"Ka-ka-"

There was a crisp sound, and the rain curtain that filled the sky and the earth turned into a lens, cracking into countless fine cracks.

The cracks became more and more numerous and larger, and within a breath, they had filled the entire world, until a loud explosion was heard, and the surrounding world turned into countless fragments and dissipated with a loud bang.

The long-lost sunshine fell from the sky, a breeze blew the hair, and in front of Jiang Han's eyes, the torrential rain no longer appeared.

Above the head, there is a black and white chessboard that is a thousand feet in size, covering the sky. Several auras of the God Transformation Stage are faintly confronting each other above.

One of them is Uncle Zhou, and the other three with the same source of energy must be the elders of the Yin-Yang Sect who are in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

The ground beneath their feet was already riddled with holes. The three cultivators who had reached the state of great success had several broken magic weapons dropped around them, which formed some kind of defensive formation. They lay on the ground, spitting out blood, trying their best to block the cold sword intent that invaded their bodies.

But Qin Menghe was still standing.

But even when she was standing, her face was extremely pale, and her eyes no longer had the carefree and boring look she had when they first met, but instead contained a hint of horror and fear.

But amidst this fear, there is also a hint of joy of impending victory.

"Although I don't know how you did it, you definitely can't use such terrifying sword intent a second time in such a short period of time!"

Her voice had lost its previous calmness and was even a little hoarse.

As she spoke, she drew her sword from its sheath, the tip of the sword pointing at Jiang Han's brow:

"Why bother pretending you still have strength left, Jiang Han? You should feel honored to die by my sword. Why don't you just accept your death calmly and not make me waste my time?"

Jiang Han just looked at her calmly: "You are right, I really can't use this move a second time in a short period of time."

The rain of swords unleashed by concentrating one's mind consumed too much of his spiritual energy. Just one strike completely exhausted his spiritual energy.

Even if he could use it again, he didn't want to use it again.

Qin Menghe chuckled softly. If she wasn't so weak, she really wanted to laugh out loud.

She really didn't expect Jiang Han to be so strong. He was really strong.

But, so what? No matter how strong a genius is, he will eventually die at her hands.

A strange excitement surged in her body, and her body began to tremble with excitement.

She really, really likes this kind of pleasure of killing geniuses.

What's more, the stronger Jiang Han is, the more rewards she can get after killing him.

The strength Jiang Han has shown now is enough to equal the reward for being in the top five of the Tianjiao list!

That is a reward enough for her to have a baby within three years!

"In that case, I'll give you a quick death..."

But before she could finish her words, she saw a dark cloud suddenly floating in the sky, and in the thick dark cloud, there was a flash of lightning.

Jiang Han sighed in his heart. Without the support of his divine consciousness, even the power of heaven and earth was powerless. He could only summon this small dark cloud.

His face was calm as he lowered his eyes to look at her and pointed his index finger forward: "Thunder."

"Boom--!"

A ray of lightning emerged from the dark clouds. Perhaps because his spiritual power was consumed too much, the speed of condensing the lightning was exceptionally slow this time.

But even so, the lightning in the dark clouds turned Qin Menghe's face pale.

She stood there in a daze, her eyes full of disbelief:

"How is this possible? How do you still have energy left? Where do you get your spiritual power and divine consciousness?!"

She muttered to herself, and suddenly looked up at Jiang Han, her face becoming more and more terrified.

"Could it be..."

She suddenly thought of a terrifying guess: the use of thunder power without regard for consumption, the terrifying power of thunder.

In this situation, there is only one possibility!

Her eyes suddenly widened, her body trembled, and she shouted in disbelief:

"Your Thunder State of Mind has already reached the Great Perfection Realm?!"