Laughing, laughing, he suddenly couldn't laugh, the color on Tan Wulang's face seemed to be frozen by cold ice for a moment, and the ruthless and cruel sword blade was still in Wu Hanjiang's chest, but at this moment, this killing weapon that made him proud was also like being frozen. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He couldn't pull it out no matter what, this sword pierced into Wu Hanjiang's body as if it had been pierced into lava, and now the lava had solidified......

Although this blow was successful, it was not the last blow, and it was by no means the most important one.

Although this sword can cause blood, pain, and even life, it will never make people lose their actions all at once.

It was only then that he realized that Wu Hanjiang had fallen for him, and it turned out that Wu Hanjiang had long been ready to let him stab, which meant that he was ready to leave one of his lives here. Otherwise, the biggest empty door of a peerless swordsman, and the most important place, how can it be so easy to be sneak attacked.

Tan Wulang is not inexperienced, nor is he without a sense of fighting, but who would have thought that a person's determination would be so great.

Wu Hanjiang's strength had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the sword was firmly locked in the flesh through strong muscles.

"You...... You are simply not human", Tan Wulang's eyes widened, and his original arrogant look had long disappeared without a trace, replaced by emptiness, hesitation and disbelief.

Even if his shot is still very fast now, he is about to give up this sword, but Wu Hanjiang will not give him this chance again, from drawing the sword to realizing Wu Hanjiang's plan, and then to choosing to abandon the sword, no matter how fast a person's reaction is, it will never go beyond that second.

A second is sometimes a long time, and a second can do a lot of things and change a lot of results.

Wu Hanjiang did not hesitate to gamble with his life in order to win this second.

He didn't do much in that long second, he just pulled out his jet-black iron sword.

A sword light flashed, and a thin red line suddenly crossed Tan Wulang's neck, and blood burst out from the red line like a dug lake.

Wu Hanjiang stared coldly at the sword inserted in his chest, and a sharp cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and said, "Your sword is not accurate."

Tan Wulang clutched his neck, his eyes were full of fear, but his person did not fall immediately, and the fountain-like wound suddenly seemed to be slowly healing.

In the end, Wu Hanjiang saw clearly, it was not really healing, but was temporarily suppressed by a very strong internal breath.

The blood stopped flowing, Tan Golang's face was horribly white, he raised his face, the bloodshot in his eyes slowly subsided, and the black pupils gradually disappeared, and finally only that white was left.

His whole person was as if he had just returned from hell, no one believed that this sword had not accepted his life, Mu Tuogang raised his feet and fled outside, because at this moment, he was not only afraid of Wu Hanjiang, but also afraid of Tan Wulang.

"What are you running", Tan Goro's voice also changed, and it didn't look like a human being.

"I ...... I", Mu Tuo's one foot just stepped out, and the other suddenly lost his strength, and the strong sense of fear caused the nerves to be paralyzed, and the whole body trembled.

There was no focus in Tan Wulang's eyes, Mu Tuo couldn't tell whether he was looking at himself or not, the whites of his loose eyes moved, Tan Wulang suddenly reached out and picked Mu Tuo up, Mu Tuo was so frightened that his soul flew away, he had a long mouth, and said hoarsely: "Dashuai, don't ...... Don't kill me".

Tan Wulang laughed wildly for a while, and suddenly exerted force in his hand, Mu Tuo's body was suddenly torn in half like a scarecrow, Tan Golang's demonic laughter did not stop, he still seemed to feel unenjoyable, and a pair of miserable white magic eyes moved to Wu Hanjiang again.

There was not a trace of waves on Wu Hanjiang's face, and his indifferent eyes slowly moved from the ground, and finally met Tan Wulang's gaze.

Tan Wulang looked at him and smiled, and said, "It's a pity, if you were still the same Wuhanjiang before, I might be a dead person, but now...... Now you're left-handed."

The left hand is the most unfamiliar to Wu Hanjiang, this is not a hand with a sword, let alone a murderous hand, this hand is something he has never used.

He naturally knew that his left hand was much inferior in speed and strength, but he had no choice, if not, he wouldn't have to fight for the most dangerous part of his chest in exchange for the opportunity to face Tan Goro for a second.

Tan Wulang smiled like crying again: "You should know that there are many magical martial arts in this world, just like there are very magical medicines."

Wu Hanjiang looked at him coldly, and couldn't help but think of the dead Chen Yan, and his heart was shocked.

But he didn't hesitate for a second, he knew that any hesitation could lead to the final consequences.

He never wanted to be buried here, so before Tan Wulang's words were finished, his pitch-black iron sword was pulled out again, still in his left hand, still with the same blow.

Tan Wulang easily dodged, as if he had seen through Wu Hanjiang's movements, and sneered: "Your opportunity has run out, and you still want to ......", Wu Hanjiang's shot did not stop at all, one blow failed, and the next move was attacked at a more rapid speed.

With a "poof" sound, Tan Wulang's body took more than a dozen steps back, and his eyes once again showed surprise and surprise.

Eating and opening his shriveled lips, he said, "You, what's the matter with you."

Wu Hanjiang lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "There are not only magical martial arts, magical medicines, but also very magical people in this world."

Tan Wulang's expression softened slightly, he frowned and looked deeply at the Wuhan River, and a monstrous wave churned in his heart: Impossible, how could he be in such a short time.

He forcibly restrained his mind and excluded the impossible factor, and only calmed down a little, knowing that it had only been a few days since Wu Hanjiang returned from the broken hand.

He decided that Wu Hanjiang was playing tricks again, and after affirming this answer, he smiled slightly, and said, "So you have practiced a new martial art, haven't you?"

Wu Hanjiang stared directly at this mass of carrion, pursed his lips and didn't say a word, and his sword shot out faster than just now.

Anyone could feel the power of this blow, which was no longer something that Tan Wulang's hands could resist, and his face suddenly turned from miserable white to turquoise.

The wind subsided......

Wu Hanjiang walked out and said slowly: "Now you should always believe it."

Tan Wulang still couldn't believe it, he didn't believe that a person's progress would be so fast, but he still stopped Wu Hanjiang and said, "Why, why are you ......."

Wu Hanjiang seemed to understand his doubts very well, and he didn't reply: "Because I never believe in luck, even if only one out of a hundred people suffers misfortune, it is difficult for me to believe that one is not me."

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