Han Xiaoyue killed the twenty black-clothed samurai who besieged him, and he brought out Fujiwara's true intention of coming to the Central Plains. He wanted to use the flesh of himself and the three hundred Dongying warriors to test the depth of the martial arts of the Central Plains. Fujiwarano gathered all the Dongying samurai on the steps outside the Kuzenji Temple and challenged Han Xiaoyue.

"I'm not afraid of the sword array, I'm afraid of you, the sea of people? But there is only one thing, since I learned that my wife had passed away, I began to kill people. But if you can't stop it, I'm afraid you'll have to go back with three hundred unjust souls!" Fujiwarano heard Han Xiaoyue's words, and laughed: "Okay! What I want is for you to do your best!" With that, as soon as he raised his hand and drank a Dongying language, the Dongying warriors on and off the steps shouted one after another, rushing towards Han Xiaoyue like crazy.

Han Xiaoyue was already red-eyed, and she couldn't care about any mercy or mercy at the moment. Although the Kuzen Temple is an ancient temple site, in his opinion, all the people who stand in his way to enter the Kuzen Temple can be killed. "I have pity on them? Have they ever had any pity for Yan'er? Master Mingji...... Offended!" Thinking of this, Han Xiaoyue finally greeted her.

He first knocked more than a dozen people in front of him to the ground with the moves of the Heavenly Oath Artifact one after another, and then snatched the scimitar in their hands and opened the bow left and right. Han Xiaoyue has been good at using spears since she was a child, and Han's marksmanship has always been kept in mind, and the power of using it on the knife has not decreased. The scimitar slashed or stabbed, like cutting leeks, cutting off the black-clothed warriors who kept rushing up. When one scimitar was broken, he replaced another, and three or four knives were cut off in his hand alone. The black-clothed warriors were completely unimpressed, and the people in front of them fell to the ground one after another, and the people who came after them continued to follow as if their eyes were empty. This kind of tactics is rarely seen even on the battlefield.

Situ Sheng and the others looked at it, as if the tip of their noses smelled a burst of blood. Turning his face to look at Fujiwara again, he seemed to be equally unmoved, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smug look. "Are they all crazy? They knew they were dead, but they insisted on rushing forward. Gee...... Anyway, even if it is consumed, it will consume him to exhaustion!"

Han Xiaoyue's killing was half an hour, and the killing was dark, the bones were scattered into piles, and the plasma flowed into a waterfall. The black-clothed warriors did not stop, and one by one they were like a powerful ghost possessed, surging in like a wind. Han Xiaoyue went up the steps while killing, and after finally killing the last black-clothed warrior, she came to the gate of the temple.

Fujiwara didn't say a word, and drew his scimitar to meet it. Han Xiaoyue raised her hand slightly, and Fujiwara Ye stepped on the bloody water on the steps, stumbling and falling. Han Xiaoyue followed closely. I saw Fujiwarano fall down the steps and fall on the mountain of corpses piled up by black-clothed samurai, covered in blood. Han Xiaoyue rushed forward, grabbed his neck with one hand, glared at him and said, "With this ability, you still want to get involved in the Central Plains?"

"Han Xiaoyue!" As she spoke, Yan Liangjie took two steps forward and said, "Let him live!" Han Xiaoyue shook her head and said, "I reminded him that he was looking for death!" With that, he poked a big hole in Fujiwarano's skull with a single move. Fujiwara fell to the ground and died.

Sister Yan Liang was about to say something more, but when she saw this scene, she only breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the temple.

Han Xiaoyue waded through the blood and water, took a few steps up the steps, and saw that everyone in the temple had already walked out. Situ Sheng shook the Xuantie fan and stood aside with Cheng Song and other Qingshuimen disciples. The Qingshuimen disciples tied up two people, one was Li Zhongyu, who stuffed a rag into his mouth to prevent him from yelling, and the other was Geng Yanchun, who was no longer humanoid, dying and was being supported by the Qingshuimen disciples to stand there. Looking to the side, the seven saints of Nanxun, except for the third Yu Zhengmei and the fourth Ding Yuechan, have all arrived. Cai Xi was holding a baby in his arms, and the baby slept very soundly. Then, he saw Mu Yaqin, who had not been seen for a long time, still safe, quiet, and free from the world. Xiao Wan and Chi Hai, who were standing next to her, didn't have the same eyes as her, as if they were saying words like "Why aren't you dead yet".

Han Xiaoyue laughed to herself, the laughter sounded a little sad, but also a little self-deprecating, and everyone couldn't help but stand on end. And the people at Han Xiaoyue's wedding scene still remember how he looked when he went crazy, and it was terrifying.

After laughing for a while, Han Xiaoyue suddenly showed tenderness, looked at Cai Xi and said, "That child, is it Yan'er?" Cai Xi nodded. Han Xiaoyue said with a smile, "Yan'er said to me, if it's a boy, it's called Han Jingzhong, and if it's a girl, it's called Han Jingxiang......"

Sister Yan Liang suddenly said, "Not bad. Miss Long Yan did read the two words in her mouth before closing her eyes, and it must be Jingxiang!" Han Xiaoyue bowed to Cai Xi and said, "I don't know your name and surname, but please take care of my and Yan'er's children, please!" Cai Xi nodded and replied, "Don't worry! No matter what you do, the child is always innocent." We will bring her back to Nanxun and she will be raised. ”

After hearing this, Han Xiaoyue nodded and smiled, and suddenly raised her tone and said, "It's rare! Half of the martial arts of the Central Plains are gathered here, which is really an honor for me." Han Xiaoyue said, symbolically hugging her fists, "So, did you come up together to take my life, or did you come one by one?"

Sister Yan Liang said: "Han Xiaoyue, we came this time just to ask the truth about the murder of the third Yu Zhengmei. Han Xiaoyue nodded and said, "Okay, what do you want to know?"

Yan Liangmei said: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that you colluded with the Lechuan Pavilion to kill the third child, is this true?" Han Xiaoyue smiled: "Could this matter have come from Situ Sheng's mouth?" Thinking of the false accusations he had given himself in the past, he suspected that he was also reasonable.

After hearing this, Situ Sheng hurriedly shook his head and said, "Hey, this matter has nothing to do with me!" Han Xiaoyue said: "Then tell me, who told you that you and Miss Yue Chan were taken captive to Kuchan Temple?"

Situ Sheng thought for a moment and said, "I can only admit that it was indeed you who pointed out the whereabouts of the third sister for us. However, who can guarantee what will happen next? I can only say that after the farewell in Tanzhou, Yue Chan and I did go to Kuchan Temple. As for you...... Whether you took a shortcut and came first, then I don't know!" Han Xiaoyue turned to look at Sister Yan Liang and said, "Then you can go to the Lechuan Pavilion and ask for clarification?"

Zhong Huan listened and shouted: "Nonsense! Do you still need to be reminded of this? After learning the news, Seventh Sister and I went straight to the Lechuan Pavilion. And they only admitted the sneak attack, but did not participate in the murder of the old Sankuzen Temple. Seeing this, Han Xiaoyue asked, "Is this girl ......?"