The rotating Bagua Spirit Wheel array was cut off.

Then, the Bagua Spirit Wheel Formation and the Sword Intent Galaxy clamped the two cut-off hands in the middle.

The galaxy flows, and the gossip is tumultuous!

The two lights that reached their peak almost madly activated violent power, and finally tore all the two black hands into fan.

Yu Han withdrew the sword intent galaxy, and a trace of pale flashed across his face!

I think it would be a great burden for him to activate such a terrible attack at the same time.

The Bagua Spirit Wheel Formation floated above Zhuo Bufan's head, and golden lights fell down, suppressing him tightly.

The black light on Zhuo Bufan's face gradually faded away, and his arms had disappeared from his elbows.

The black big hand that was wiped out by the four hexagrams of stars turned out to be his arm, not just a phantom that transformed out of thin air.

Strangely, the broken arm did not show any painful expression on his face, but instead stared at Yu Han tightly.

As the black textures gradually faded, Zhuo Bufan's eyes also returned to a hint of clarity.

But in that twilight, there was deep fatigue.

And he finally felt the pain from his arms, and looked at the place where the broken arms were inexplicably shocked!

In an instant, Zhuo Bufan was in a vengeance!

Although I am not a direct disciple of the Immortal Sect, I am also a seed disciple of the late Qingwei realm.

Now that both arms are being destroyed, this kind of blow is unbearable to anyone!

"Peng—"

As he thought about it, a figure suddenly landed in front of him.

Zhuo Bufan's face, which was distorted by pain, looked at Yu Han resentfully.

"The difference between Yilong and I identities is not a small part. If I kill me, the next thing will be not only you, but you will not even be able to predict your martial arts lecture hall!"

Facing death, Zhuo Bufan is still forcing himself to support the so-called dignity of the Immortal Sect.

However, Yu Han didn't buy him any account.

Just as he spoke, the rust sword had already been placed on his shoulders, and the cold sword energy made Zhuo Bufan's face pale a little again.

At this moment, he was afraid because the person opposite was Yu Han, and countless disciples of the immortal sect had fallen in his hands!

"I'm really sad for you!" Yu Han sighed softly, his eyes filled with wisdom: "Do you still not understand when the matter is coming? From the beginning of the battle with Han Tieyi, until now, I have deliberately taken action, and the real purpose..."

Yu Han didn't continue talking.

But Zhuo Bufan guessed the result!

He looked up in horror, and looked at the faint smile gradually blooming in Yu Han's mouth, and suddenly felt that this moment was cold!
Chapter completed!