"snort!"

Qingwen snorted coldly with contempt, then looked at Zhang Han with joking eyes, "It turns out to be a disturbing fly, it's really annoying!"

Zhang Han sneered, "Haha, I'll go back now and report everything you have done to the commander. I want to see if you can see the sun tomorrow morning!"

"Do you think you can still leave here alive?"

Qingwen's face was as cold as ice. Before he could finish his words, he gently tapped the ground on his toes, and then his figure turned into a strong wind. In just a moment, it crossed several meters away and arrived in front of Zhang Han.

Seeing that something was wrong, Zhang Han repeatedly retreated.

But Qingwen pressed her step by step.

Although the room in this hotel is big, the two of them have a big move. In just a few confrontations, Qingwen has forced Zhang Han to have no way out.

Zhang Han never expected that Qingwen's cultivation level exceeded her own. Under the suppression of her absolute cultivation level, he had no chance of winning, but he was not willing to surrender, which was equivalent to committing suicide. Such a cowardly behavior was definitely not something that Zhang Han could do!

Zhang Han mobilized all his spiritual power and intended to fight Qingwen to death.

At such a critical moment, he could only try to save his life in this way.

"Haha, it seems you are planning to fight!"

Qingwen smiled softly, and the laughter was mixed with a clear sarcasm.

Zhang Han suddenly shouted loudly, and at the same time, wind was rising under his feet.

A layer of faint purple light shrouded over him, which was as solid as a rock. Wherever his body passed, there were bursting sounds in the air around him, like thunder.

"But this ability seems to be dead today!"

Qingwen said contemptuously, obviously not taking Zhang Han in front of her seriously.

Among the cultivation level in the martial arts world, there is only a small gap in the level, and the opponent below the cultivation level can be regarded as an ant.

"Go to die!"

Zhang Han's eyes suddenly glared, and two cold and biting chills ejaculated from his eyes.

His hands turned into two palm swords in the air.

The faint purple luster wrapped in the palm of your hand emits a ghostly aura, and is filled with the threat of death.

However, Qingwen looked at Zhang Han approaching him with a smile in her eyes, and his hands were still wrapped around him, without any preparation for a fight.

Zhang Han launched an attack exploded, and the moment his two palms were about to hit Qingwen.

I saw Qingwen's eyes suddenly opened, and the smile in her eyes disappeared, and replaced by a cool feeling like ice.

And his figure turned into a stream of light in an instant, and the sound of footsteps was also hidden.

When Zhang Han saw the scene in front of him, his palms stagnated in the air and did not fall for a long time.

He waved his head left and right, focused his attention all over his body, maintained his keenness, and looked for Qingwen's place in the deadly silence air.

However, Qingwen seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and Zhang Han couldn't determine Qingwen's traces.

As time passed by minute by minute, Zhang Han's heart gradually became nervous, and the spiritual power gathered in his body was dissipating little by little.

Only then did he realize something was wrong.

Qingwen intentionally did not want to confront him head-on, but delayed the time and wanted to wait until all the spiritual power in his body was dissipated, and then she could kill him without any effort.
Chapter completed!