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Yang Han sat cross-legged on the ground, palms facing the sky, with his extremely rhythmic breathing, wisps of extremely pure aura between heaven and earth converged from the ten directions, and with his breath, like a dragon of qi, it drilled into his mouth and nose, and the meridians made a rumbling sound.

The aura enters the body in the morning glow, which can wash the muscles and bones, warm the blood veins, enhance the physique, and sublimate people's lives, and the blood is as vigorous as the sea, and the excess impurities are all turned into wisps of gray gas and are spit out by him again, so that not only the circulation but also the endless vitality.

It is recorded in the Tao Sutra: "Those who eat qi, the gods are immortal, three thousand are spring, and three thousand are autumn." ”

It is said that those who feed on the vitality of heaven and earth can live forever, 3,000 years for spring, 3,000 years for autumn, and have a long lifespan, and are regarded as gods.

And cultivators are a group of cultivators who feed on spiritual energy, and it is said that the saints of the ancient era, each of them can live for a long time, swallowing it in one bite, and the majestic spiritual energy that they absorb can make the heavens and stars instantly dim, enough to see their horror.

The current Yang Han has just stepped into the ranks of cultivation, and there is still a long way to go for that kind of legendary realm.

With the refining of the essence qi, the faint fluorescence began to spread on Yang Han's surface, and then converged on his lower abdomen, forming a rich life qi, spreading towards the wound above the lower abdomen, and those turned flesh and blood were healing at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye. Please Baidu héiyaпgě is our greatest support, thank you!

But there is a terrifying breath-breaking secret power on the wound, and this secret power is like a tarsal bone, which is dead wrapped around the wound, so that he can never fully recover.

After an hour, that secret power still couldn't be completely wiped out, and Yang Han could only give up repairing it for the time being, because when the time came, he had to return to Jianyuanmen to make a break, and there were many people there who wanted him to die.

Exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Yang Han slowly stood up from the ground, changed back into his sword robe, and then put the blood pattern sword on his back, staring at the direction of Jian Yuanmen, his expression was resolute, and there was a cold qi spreading in the depths of his eyes, and finally strode away.

……

On a wide avenue leading to Jianyuan Gate, people came and went, including ordinary people, wealthy nobles, and cultivators in a hurry.

Among them, a young man in a silver sword robe walked leisurely, his thick black hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his slightly childish face was full of a sense of maturity that did not match his age, he was Yang Han.

Yang Han's upright figure, carrying an ancient sword, strolling leisurely on this avenue, full of a free and uninhibited atmosphere, in stark contrast to the people in a hurry around him, attracting the attention of countless pedestrians.

But Yang Han didn't pay any attention to the eyes around him, he still maintained that unique calmness, his breathing was even and powerful, and the spacing and strength of each step reached an amazing balance, he was using this way to calm his mind, sharpen his control over his body, and make himself in the best state.

"One step, two steps, three steps."

Yang Han's pace was consistent, his body and strength had reached a terrifying realm that was highly compatible, the silver sword robe was emitting a faint luster, and his whole body was actually diffusing wisps of unearthly aura, like a smart immortal Linchen, this unusual temperament made Yang Han stand out from the crowd and attracted more attention, including many masters of cultivation.

When these masters inadvertently saw the place where Yang Han had stepped on, the shallow footprints on it maintained a high degree of astonishing uniformity in terms of size and depth into the soil, and finally they were shocked, how powerful control does this have to be to be able to do this? I'm afraid this young man is not simple, and he has a great background.

After more than half an hour, Yang Han finally came to the top of the mountain of Jianyuanmen, and a stone tablet that reached the sky stood at the foot of the mountain, and the stone tablet was engraved with three big characters of "Jianyuanmen" with three iron paintings and silver hooks.

These three words are full of the vicissitudes of time, they were written when the Sword Ancestor opened the sect ten thousand years ago, even if ten thousand years have passed now, he can still feel a strong sword intent from it, as well as the supreme air cover.

But it's a pity that the Jianyuan Gate, which was once famous in Cangfu, is now in complete decline, and the Great Elder is even more ready to seek skin with the tiger to bury this 10,000-year-old foundation, which has to be said to be a deep sadness.

In front of the stele, there is a bluestone path, the bluestone road from the foot of the mountain, has been winding upward, straight to the square in front of the central main hall, on both sides of the road are huge ancient trees, from time to time there are small beasts running in it, emitting a variety of beast roars.

Yang Han looked at the empty bluestone road, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he showed a cold smile: "Even the disciples guarding the mountain gate have gone to see the Council of Elders?" It seems that they want me to die in front of all my disciples. ”

With a cold snort, just as Yang Han was about to step on the bluestone road, a pale figure with blood stains on his body stumbled out from somewhere in the woods, this was a young woman, when he saw her appearance clearly, Yang Han trembled.

"Xiao Ling'er."

He is Ji Ruorong's best friend, and now that she is so seriously injured, is Ruorong in danger? Yang Han's face changed.

And Xiao Ling'er, who came out of the woods covered in blood, also clearly saw Yang Han, and hurriedly staggered to him, and said with anxious tears on her face: "Hurry, hurry, if there is danger, go and save him, in the woods in the north." ”

When Yang Han heard this, his face instantly became extremely gloomy, and he was about to come out of the water, he nodded gratefully towards Xiao Ling'er, glanced at the direction of the north, and his strength rolled, and his body turned into a flash of lightning and shot out, murderous and murderous.

……

North woods.

A beautiful woman with blood stains and tattered sword robes fled quickly in the forest, her delicate face was covered with a layer of frost that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and her soft green silk was messy, stained with dry blood.

Behind her, more than thirty disciples were in hot pursuit, and when she was exhausted and seriously injured, an encirclement was gradually formed, blocking all her escape paths.

Ji Ruorong saw that she was encircled and all the retreats were blocked, so she simply stopped, stood on the ground, panting, and a hot pain in her internal organs made her little face more and more pale, and the right hand that clenched the long sword was even harder, and her eyes were cold to the extreme.

"Senior Sister Ji, you have been hit by the Great Elder, and your internal organs are afraid that they are about to crack faintly, right? With such a serious injury, I have to admire that I can escape so far. ”

A handsome man who also held a steel sword walked slowly from behind, with a tall figure, white skin, and a calm posture.

His name is Luo Ze, and he is a powerful man among all the law enforcement disciples of Jianyuan Sect, and later took refuge in the line of the Great Elder and became one of Li Chenfei's henchmen.

Ji Ruorong slowly straightened up, touched the blood on the corner of her mouth, and said nothing, her snow-white little face was as cold as frost, and with her proud figure, her body exuded a holy and inviolable temperament.

Luo Ze looked at Ji Ruorong at this moment and was cold to the extreme, the tattered sword robe was worn on the slender and moving body, revealing white and delicate skin from time to time, showing infinite spring, making his eyes extremely hot.

Since the first time he saw Ji Ruorong, he was deeply attracted by such a peerless beauty, and he swore in his heart that he must get her in this life, and now the opportunity has finally come.

"Senior Sister Ji, you actually went to steal the Great Elder's Arhat Golden Pu Fruit for Yang Han's waste, this is a capital crime, you must know that this kind of precious medicinal fruit can be cut and reborn, and each one is worth an amazing amount."

"This time, you have been caught, there is nowhere to escape, you will be punished with three knives and nine punishments, and it is a foregone conclusion that you will die."

Luo Ze said while staring at Ji Ruorong tightly, hoping that his words would have a role, but unfortunately, the woman opposite had no joy or sorrow, like a green lotus standing on the top of a snowy mountain.

"Senior Sister Ji, as long as you can hand over the Golden Pu Fruit and be my double cultivator, I can ask the Great Elder to pardon you."

Seeing this, Luo Ze fortunately directly tore off the mask of hypocrisy and revealed his true purpose.

"You have good cultivation qualifications, if you marry me as a Taoist couple, it is not impossible to enter the Sword Mountain in the future and obtain greater opportunities and creation, why do you need to kill yourself for the sake of Yang Han's waste?"

Ji Ruorong slowly raised the sword in her hand, endless cold air emanated from her body, the air around her seemed to be frozen, Vermilion lightly opened, and indifferent words came out of her mouth.

"You keep calling him a piece of rubbish, don't forget, a few years ago, you were ridiculous like a clown in front of his talent, and everyone knows why he became the way he is."

Luo Ze saw that Ji Ruorong had arrived at this point, and he was still so protective of Yang Han, a thick look of jealousy flashed in his eyes, how could Yang Han be able to get the favor of such a beautiful woman?

"Senior Sister Ji, you also said that it was a few years ago, and now he doesn't even have the qualifications to lift my shoes, and the elder group meeting is about to be held, where is he now? I'm afraid I've already fled, and I still have the courage to come back? And leave you a weak woman to steal the golden puguo for him, how long will you maintain such garbage? ”

"Even so, what does that have to do with you?"

Ji Ruorong's face tightened, and the little remaining strong air flow on his body overflowed, turning into threads of silk wrapped around the snow-white long sword, like a cloud of ice mist condensing, the coldness made people shiver, and the bones were swishing with cold air.

Her talent is also very strong, and she has an extremely rare ice attribute physique, whether it is absorbing aura or comprehending swordsmanship, she is a genius.

But it's a pity that with the disappearance of Yang Han's father, her resources were also deprived, but even so, she also reached the realm of gathering qi and was proud of her peers.

"Okay, since you are so ignorant, then don't blame me for being ruthless, abolish your cultivation, arrest you to the main hall square, I want you to see with your own eyes what happened to Yang Han being cut by a thousand knives."

"Kill."

Luo Ze was furious, he was so low-voiced, but in exchange for swords, this shameless woman made him feel a sense of anger in his heart.

"Sword of the Great Sun."

A sword slashed forward, and a fierce light burst out from the long sword, emitting a rolling sword aura, and the heavens and the earth were suddenly shrouded in violent light, and the long sword energy in it boiled, wanting to stab the blind eye.

The Sword of the Great Sun, the second-order swordsmanship of the Sword Yuan Gate, as soon as it is shot, the sword qi will envelop the four fields, and the white expanse can kill many great enemies in an instant.

Now Luo Ze has actually cultivated this sword technique to such a profound realm, and the first law enforcement disciple is worthy of his name.

Seeing the billowing scorching light coming, like a mountain and river erupting, Ji Ruorong's face turned even paler, if she was in her prime, everyone here couldn't help her, but now the internal organs that were destroyed by the Great Elder's blow were damaged, some bones were even displaced, and most of her strength was consumed, and in the face of such a violent attack, she couldn't take it.

But the retreat around her has been blocked, and she has no choice but to fight to the death.

"Boom."

She raised the snow-white long sword high, and the large group of sword qi on it faintly condensed, which showed that she had also touched the edge of the cultivation sword species, and the sword qi turned into a cold mist, wisps of it, and the moving shadow in the middle was like a fairy who did not eat red dust and fireworks.

"Extreme Ice Sword."

Wow, the long sword slashed down, turning into a monstrous silver ray, as if the heavens had descended the sword of punishment, slashing down from the nine heavens, and the void was sprinkled with a little crystal snowflakes, and a cold air swept through the nine heavens and ten earths.

"Boom."

The two swords collided, sending out a big crack, and the ground was cut out by the terrifying sword qi into deep ravines, and the endless trees around were suddenly frozen up, but in a moment, a raging fire broke out.

The interweaving of ice and snow and the scorching sun, and the collision of swordsmanship with two different attributes, cold and scorching heat, created such an amazing picture, and the disciples who were surrounded around couldn't help but retreat again and again.

"Boom."

Two figures shot out from the center of the explosion one after the other, Luo Ze was just in tattered clothes, but Ji Ruorong was already bleeding from the corners of her mouth, her slender body kept trembling, the injuries in her body were even more serious, and the strength in her body was exhausted, and it had reached the point of running out of oil and running out.

"With such a serious injury, how can you still be my opponent?"

Luo Ze slashed at Ji Ruorong with another sword, the cold light burst out, and with a bang, the long sword she stopped in front of her was slashed alive, and then he clenched his fist with his right hand and smashed it directly, and the huge force was like a mountain crashing.

"Wow."

The abdomen was hit hard, and Ji Ruorong's body flew out diagonally like a meteor, and a mouthful of blood with broken internal organs spurted out of his mouth.

"You defend Yang Han so much, and now that your life is hanging by a thread by me, where is he?"

Luo Ze's figure stepped over, exuding a violent aura all over his body, and another punch smashed into her face, and with a bang, Ji Ruorong suffered a heavy blow to the head, making her spin around, her head buzzed, the seven holes were bleeding, and she was not conscious.

"Yang Han, where is this waste better than me? How can he be able to enter your eyes? I'm a hundred times stronger than him. ”

Luo Ze's face was hideous, and he kicked Ji Ruorong's lower abdomen, where the big foot passed, the air exploded one after another, the power landslide and tsunami, boom, Ji Ruorong was kicked firmly, his stomach was almost penetrated, and his eyes were bulging.

"I'm a hundred times stronger than him, you open your eyes and see clearly."

"Whew."

A void rotated, and his right foot was drawn sideways from the side like a divine whip, this kick was so hard that the spine of Ji Ruorong's waist almost shattered, and the whole person turned into a cannonball, smashing into the ground fiercely, splashing smoke and dust all over the sky.

"What about the person you fancie? Where is Yang Han now? can't even protect a woman who likes him, how can he? What qualifications does he have to compare with me? ”

Speaking of this, Luo Ze laughed wildly: "Only I can be worthy of you, now let me penetrate your qi sea, abolish your cultivation, and you will be my slave in the future." ”

"Boom."

Luo Ze raised his long sword with a violent face, his eyes were red, and then he stabbed at Ji Ruorong's lower abdomen, who was lying motionless in the deep pit, and his qi was free, and the sword qi rotated each other, and the sharp force almost shattered the void.

Just as the tip of the sword touched the skin and was about to pierce the sea of qi, at the most critical juncture, a blood-red long sword burst out from a distance, and with a ding, it broke Luo Ze's sword.

Immediately "Boom." With a bang, a figure slammed down from the sky and fell to the ground, and the huge force splashed up the dust in the sky, and there were flying sand and rocks everywhere.

"Who?"

When Luo Ze saw this sudden change, his face instantly became gloomy and murderous.

A tall young man in a silver sword robe walked out of the dust slowly, his long hair was windless, and the sword robe was hunting.

An emotionless sentence suddenly floated through the entire space.

"Yang Han."

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