Leaving Qifeng Tower, as soon as she walked out of the courtyard outside the building, Sun Mengchan saw Luo Changsheng's figure.

Luo Changsheng turned his back to Sun Mengchan, his hands were on stand, and it seemed that he had been standing here for a long time.

Regarding Luo Changsheng's appearance, Sun Mengchan was not surprised.

stepped forward, Sun Mengchan bowed and said, "I've seen the master!"

Luo Changsheng didn't turn around, and his voice came: "Have you seen Sorrow?"

Sun Mengchan replied: "The disciple has already met Senior Sister Luo, and according to what the disciple has seen, Senior Sister Luo and that man should no longer have anything to do with it." ”

"Hmm!"

Luo Changsheng nodded, and then was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long while, Luo Changsheng spoke: "Tomorrow's gambling is very important, and there is no room for loss, but Liu Wuji's performance in the main hall today seems to be a little too confident. ”

"I have an uneasy heart for the teacher. ”

"As the senior sister of Sorrow, let's take a trip to the luminous courtyard in your personal name. ”

Sun Mengchan's expression moved slightly, and she instantly understood what Luo Changsheng meant, and she didn't dare to refuse, and said, "Disciple understands!"

The glow-in-the-dark courtyard and the Qifeng Tower are only a mile away.

For a cultivator like Sun Mengchan, it was only a few breaths of time to go from Qifeng Tower to the Luminous Courtyard.

As soon as I walked into the glow-in-the-dark courtyard.

Sun Mengchan saw the four sedan chair disciples of the True Martial Saint Sect in the courtyard, as well as the man who was sleeping on the rattan sedan chair all the time.

Regarding Sun Mengchan's appearance, Gu Evil and the others in the courtyard only stared lightly, and did not show much surprise.

And Sun Mengchan was full of anger and walked straight in the direction of the rattan sedan chair.

Approaching, looking at the man on the rattan sedan chair, Sun Mengchan was about to open her eyebrows.

A ghost-like figure suddenly blocked in front of Sun Mengchan.

The figure in front of him had silver hair, sunken eyes, and was skinny.

obviously looks weak, but his body exudes a palpitating aura all the time.

Feeling the breath on Han Ming's body so closely, Sun Mengchan almost felt like she was about to suffocate.

Under such a feeling, Sun Mengchan's body took a few steps back uncontrollably.

Try to keep yourself and Han Ming at a distance.

Looking at Sun Mengchan, the corners of Han Ming's mouth showed a chilling evil smile.

The voice also came: "Childe has fallen asleep, it's better not to disturb the girl." ”

Although Sun Mengchan was very jealous of the man in front of her, the purpose of her coming here was to test the depth of these people.

Naturally, it won't go away.

With a cold snort, Sun Mengchan spoke: "Today in the main hall, this sick man dares to let my junior sister play the piano for him. ”

"If you can't give my Holy Father an explanation......"

"Boom!"

Before Sun Mengchan's words completely fell, a red light flashed in front of her eyes and surrounded her.

In the event of a flash of thunder.

A thin and pale palm had already passed through the red light and grabbed Sun Mengchan's neck.

made Sun Mengchan's voice stop abruptly.

Under Han Ming's restraint, Sun Mengchan's surging power was completely devoured by the red light, and there was no resistance at all.

The whole person was directly suspended in the air by Han Mingti.

The strong force made Sun Mengchan's breathing more and more difficult.

It seemed that as long as Han Ming exerted a slight force, he could easily break her neck.

Sun Mengchan couldn't imagine that as Luo Changsheng's personal disciple, she was one of the most brilliant Tianjiao of the Huangquan Holy Sect.

How could there be such a big gap between himself and the strength of the silver-haired man in front of him.

At this time, the corners of Han Ming's mouth once again showed an evil smile.

The voice was extremely calm: "Girl, I said it, the son has fallen asleep, so it's better not to disturb." ”

"Why don't you listen?"

"Do you want to die?"

At the last sentence, the evil at the corner of Han Ming's mouth receded, replaced by the madness of killing desire.

Feeling the killing intent swarming on Han Ming's body, Sun Mengchan's flushed face began to become frightened.

She didn't dare to doubt that the silver-haired man in front of her would really kill herself.

Sun Mengchan's tender palm grabbed Han Ming's wrist and desperately wanted to break Han Ming's palm.

But Sun Mengchan couldn't do it at all.

In the face of Han Ming, her strength was too weak.

Seeing that Sun Mengchan's breath was getting weaker and weaker, her movements were getting weaker and weaker.

The Gu Evil and the others behind him hesitated for a moment, but still stood up and said, "Han Ming, this is Feiliu Pavilion, she is a disciple of the Huangquan Holy Sect, you can't kill her." ”

Han Ming's cold but calm voice came.

"Really?"

"Since you can't really die. ”

"Then let her feel death!"

After speaking, the previous red light appeared in front of Sun Mengchan's eyes again, instantly devouring her whole person.

In the red light, Sun Mengchan seemed to have come to a strange space.

Being in this space, before Sun Mengchan could come back to her senses, she saw a blood-red scythe falling from the darkness.

"Flutter!"

Under Sun Mengchan's frightened gaze, she saw with her own eyes that she had been split in half by a strangely shaped sickle.

Heart-piercing pain, blurred consciousness.

is telling Sun Mengchan that she is dead.

But in the eyes of others, they didn't see anything.

Gu Evil and the others only saw that Sun Mengchan was choked by Han Ming's neck, and her eyes suddenly became frightened, and then suddenly became sluggish.

It seemed that at a certain moment, she experienced a sudden fear.

Feeling that Sun Mengchan, whose consciousness had dissipated, Han Ming casually threw her to the ground.

Shaking his head at her 'corpse': "I can't stand it just once?"

"It's really weak!"

Han Ming is not arrogant.

For him, Sun Mengchan's performance really made him feel vulnerable.

Thinking about the death that Han Ming had faced in that dark space, it was an immeasurable number.

If he couldn't even wake up to this level of death, Han Ming would only feel that he didn't deserve to live.

"Vertical looking for death!"

Suddenly, a loud voice reverberated over the Luminous Pavilion.

The entire Hanging Mountain was alarmed.

Luo Changsheng's figure galloped over, above the courtyard.

When Luo Changsheng noticed that Sun Mengchan's breath was completely gone, and his consciousness had completely collapsed, infinite killing intent burst out from his body.

The air runs through Changhong, and when the palm falls, it will raze the entire luminous courtyard to the ground.

Everything that happened in the luminous courtyard, Luo Changsheng was in the dark, looking at it.

It's not that he doesn't want to stop.

But Luo Changsheng didn't react when Sun Mengchan was poisoned by Han Ming.

Coupled with the strength shown by Han Ming, Luo Changsheng had to get rid of this hidden danger.

Sun Mengchan's death is Luo Changsheng's most suitable reason to act.

Facing the power under Luo Changsheng's rage, Han Ming was in the whirlpool of power, and all the pressure was borne by him alone.

The huge gap brought about by this kind of power is something that the current Han Ming cannot resist.

But Han Ming has his own hole cards.