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Situ Jiao ferociously lifted up Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun and quickly left them in the lake before the Misty Pavilion.

Putong, putong. With two loud sounds, Wang Thirteen and Situ Moyun fell into the lake like drowned chickens. In the lake, lights began to appear!

"Gu gu gu!" Although Han Ming had long heard that Situ Jiao was extremely valiant, he couldn't help but gulp when he saw her deal with Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun!

"Well, you're his friend too, aren't you?" "Then you should just go in and give it a try!" It wasn't that he was afraid of her anymore. No matter how powerful Situ Jiao was, she still couldn't compare to the proud daughter of heaven, Su Xiaoxiao. But now, the relationship between the Situ Family and the Han Family could be said to be unclear.

Situ Jiao suddenly struck Han Ming. However, a strange expression appeared on the face of that person.

"Remains?" Situ Jiao furrowed her brows. She knew that this was an image and it was extremely powerful. "Good, what a fast speed. To think that there would actually be a true feeling?" Such incredible speed! "But do you think that with just this little bit of speed, you can act so impudent in front of me? Do you know why Wang Thirteen and Situ Moyun are afraid of me?" Situ Jiao suddenly appeared in front of Han Ming in an instant. Her fist erupted and viciously collided with Han Ming's fist. The speed and ferocity of her punch caused Han Ming to jump in fright. "So fast!"

"This is because of my speed!" Situ Jiao faintly smiled, "Because I have unparalleled speed!"

Han Ming performed his Illusory Demon Dance and split into three phantoms. In just an instant, these phantoms had been forcibly torn apart, and a piece of Han Ming's clothes had also been torn off. The incomparably huge wind created by the punch swept away a few strands of Han Ming's hair and fell to the ground. "So fast, so fast!" Han Ming had not expected this to happen. Was there anyone else who could reach such a level of speed? This was especially true for Han Ming's Illusory Demon Dance. Even though his speed was extremely fast, Han Ming knew that the Illusory Demon Dance was a type of illusion!

The Illusory Demonheart focused the most on one word, illusions. It was also because of her speed that there were changes to it. However, the speed of her cry was extremely fast. Up until now, she hadn't encountered anyone who could match her, but she hadn't expected that Situ Jiao would be so powerful. Situ Jiao's speed had reached the limit. She simply couldn't seem to collide with him. As soon as her illusions appeared, they exploded!

A cold cry rang out in his mind. He knew that these attacks were so sharp that they could easily cut off my hair. "So you're using … the wind!"

"Not bad, to be able to see my attack for the first time … is it the wind?" Situ Jiao also knew that she was extremely fast, but her voice was not bad either. Although she couldn't compare to herself, the illusions she created were still very profound, so she faintly smiled and said, "Since you are able to see through my secret, then let me see what abilities a so-called Blood Asura like yours has. You must know that you have killed so many of the demonic beasts in our Wuyan City. As your commander, can I especially let you continue acting so arrogantly?"

Han Ming bitterly smiled in his heart. He knew that this young miss wouldn't let him off so easily and that he wouldn't be able to fully utilize her cultivation method. He also knew that Situ Jiao's cultivation method was incomparably bizarre.

Swoosh swoosh! Situ Jiao attacked as soon as she said it, her punch piercing through the air. With no other choice, she had to use her techniques. With each step she took, she managed to block the attacks and even managed to turn them around.

"Huh?" "What is going on?" After Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun woke up, they climbed onto the shore and saw Han Ming and Situ Jiao. "Good job, Brother Han. I'll teach that girl a lesson. That's great!"

"Not bad, not bad, not bad at all!" Situ Mo Yun suddenly exploded, "Come on, come on!"

"Hahaha! Good! Good! This is truly great! Brother Han, you are truly capable! You are too loyal! You saw that evil woman teach us a lesson, and you have finally made your move!"

"Yeah." Yeah, hit her. "Hit her for me!" All of a sudden, Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun started to clamor, wishing that Han Ming and Situ Jiao would have a good fight. "Teach her a lesson, teach her a lesson! In the past, no one was able to keep up with her speed, but now you can, beat her! I'm inviting Brother Han to the Misty Pavilion for three days and three nights!"

"Yes, yes, I'll pay for it, if you can teach her a lesson!" Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun were like living treasures as they spoke these words. When Han Ming heard the words of Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun, these two living treasures, he almost said, "Heavens, you want my little life!"

"Are these two treasures really capable of doing anything?" "Isn't this asking for my life?" Han Ming watched as Situ Jiao attacked faster and faster. He couldn't help but shrink back in fear, barely dodging Situ Jiao's attack!

Situ Jiao stopped in her tracks. She glared at Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun, frightening them so much that both Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun fell to the ground, "Ah! Brother Han, you can do it! You can do it! As long as you defeat her, we will have a good life!"

"Yeah, yeah, come on!" Situ Mo Yun was speechless as he stared at Situ Jiao.

"Both of you, shut up!" Situ Jiao furiously glared at Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun. "What are you two talking about? I'll deal with you later. Han Ming, it seems like you're also from the same nest as those snake rats. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I won't be Situ Jiao!" Situ Jiao became angry. Her anger towards Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun also erupted onto Han Ming's body!

"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand!" "Under Situ Jiao's attack, Han Ying held his hands and feet back." "I didn't do such a thing. I absolutely don't have any intention of provoking you!"

"Shut up, a good beating is the real thing!" "I know you're giving in to me, Han Ming, but I don't need you to give way to me. If you bring out your strength, then don't blame me for being impolite. If you attack again, don't blame me for being cruel and merciless when I kill you!"

Suddenly, Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun both waved their hands as they prepared their tents, changed their clothes, and set down a stage. As they watched the battle, they couldn't help but be stunned by what they saw; it was no wonder that this was the way of a great family, but if Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun really were things, then if he used them as a shield, then he wouldn't let them off, would he, Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun, the two bastards, let him off? "Damn it, damn it, it seems that I have to put on a good act this time. Han Ming saw an ancient tree appear not far away by the lake, and his heart skipped a beat." Hahaha, good, good. Miss Situ, if I don't step in, I really will underestimate you. Let's have a good fight this time!

After Han Ming had finished speaking, he turned into seven shadows in the blink of an eye. "Seven Stars Gathering!"

"True Phantom?" Wang Shisan and Situ Mo Yun were both people from large families and had seen a lot of things, but after seeing Han Ming perform the Illusory Devil Dance, they were shocked. "This is a illusion created by reaching the pinnacle of speed?" "It seems like A-Jiao will be in trouble this time!"

Although Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun wanted to watch the battle between Han Ming and Situ Jiao, they were still a bit worried. After all, they had seen Han Ming's strange appearance before.

However, they only knew that it was only Han Ming that had taught Situ Jiao a good lesson!

"Eh?" After seeing the illusions, Situ Jiao's heart stirred. "What a powerful martial skill. You can reach such a level just by relying on your own speed?" Phantom and reality? "Good, good, good. I would actually like to see how powerful your fist arts are compared to mine."

"Divine Wind Chop!" Situ Jiao stood on the ground and with a slight twist of her body, the battle skill stirred up an incomparably terrifying storm. The massive storm began to howl as it broke apart the true illusions of the domineering Han Ming one by one, "Riding the wind and billowing the waves, Whirlwind!"

"The Wind God is furious!"

"Gale Roar!"

At this time, the cold cry suddenly felt waves after waves of incomparably powerful strength, which gradually condensed into an enormous demonic god from the top of Situ Jiao's body. The demonic god danced up and waves of terrifying power began to wave his fist, and with a slight punch, the cold cry only felt a terrifying strength, accelerating to a terrifying speed. With a loud bang, the cold cry was forcibly hit by Situ Jiao's attack, and the powerful strength collided with the tree, and the tremendous strength penetrated through the cold cry, causing the trees behind the giant tree to crack open bit by bit.

"Brother Han?" Wang Shisan and Situ Mo Yun both ran towards Han Ming and asked, "Are you alright?"

"A-Jiao, you've gone too far! How can you be so harsh?" He even used the Divine Wind Chop? And you actually condensed a Wind God? He even used a roar? You, you, you … "This is too much!" Wang Shisan pointed at Situ Jiao and yelled, "How can you do this?"

"Shut up!" It had to be known that when she had punched Han Ming, it was as if she had been struck on a log. She knew that Han Ming had used a trick to deceive Wang Thirteen and Situ Mo Yun, but she would not be fooled. "Humph, you're not injured. How long are you going to lie on the ground?"