The long sword came out of the sheath, a flash of cold light, it was obviously a clear sky, but in an instant, it became like falling into the boundless night, only the murderous aura of silence was left in the air, that will, like waves, like swamps, the three magic swords in the air were like going deep into the endless swamp, unable to move at all, Han Ming's eyes were boiling with purple qi, and even rushed out of his eyes, his eyes flashed with strange brilliance, and two purple ink-colored flames were rolling and burning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He took a slow step, determined to kill, and the long sword rested lightly against the ground, slashing through the earth, quenching bursts of dazzling sparks, leaving a long straight black line on the ground.

It is very straight, it seems to be able to draw the boundary between light and darkness, it seems to be able to cut the boundary between life and death, it seems that under that sword, everything has become deep darkness and dead silence, and it seems that all the power is like the rolling Yangtze River surging into the black long sword.

There was no wind, but sparks were flying.

There was no wind, but the demons were trembling.

There was no wind, but his black garment shook violently in the wind.

In the air, there is only killing intent.

Suddenly he began to run, like a black dot running on the distant horizon, the distance between heaven and earth seemed to be stretched so long, but he was still running, feeling very slow, in fact very fast, because he was sprinting, rushing through time, rushing through space, and in an instant he came to the front of the three magic swords, leaving only a popping sound of air in place.

The magic sword began to tremble, began to tremble violently, the blood-colored liquid in the sword began to boil, and puffs of black smoke came out, leaving an extremely disgusting pungent breath, like sulfuric acid sprinkled on the dead body dug out of the ground, the smoke was blurred, and there was a faint sound of corrosion, the three people behind the sword, with their round eyes, looked at the young man under the black gas in fear, feared his black long sword, feared him under the smoke screen, and waited for the smoke screen to dissipate, and the one who stepped out of it was the god of death and the king of Hades.

They worship Hades, they are afraid of Hades, they are blood demons, and they are demons who are afraid of death.

Han Ming stretched out his left hand, revealing five slender fingers, and an ink-colored ring on his middle finger suddenly appeared, so the three swords became more and more panicked, the vibration became more and more severe, the blood-colored liquid evaporated terrifyingly, the smoke screen became thicker and thicker, and the smell became more and more disgusting, Han Ming's left hand suddenly shook forward, the slender hand was obviously less than half of the hilt of the sword, but he finally held it, finally held the three disgusting swords, the sword suddenly quieted, without breath, just like the deceased was dying, suddenly died, and people were afraid but they were ignorant for a moment.

The three demons behind the sword felt it, the sword died, and he was also dying, and suddenly he vomited disgusting black blood, and looked at the person who stepped out of the black gas with a trembling voice, and the three traces of black gas went up from the bottom of the foot, so their feet began to become stiff, and when they reached the legs, they lost their intuition and continued to go up, so the whole person had no feeling.

It was like a pile of black charcoal, which would shatter beyond recognition if it was touched lightly, Han Ming threw out the three swords and plunged them straight into the ground in front of them, so stable that he did not tremble at all, he walked over slowly, so there was a wind of murderous intent, and with a light touch, three piles of black charcoal chips were left.

It's like a mound.

So the three great swords stood like tombstones, telling the story of what was not known.

One punch, three demons die.

A few steps, three demons destroyed. It seems simple, it looks majestic, it looks bloody, but he doesn't know how much aura is consumed, Han Ming gently wiped away the faint blood stains from the corners of his mouth, but his pace is still steady, but he knows that he is not easy, that seemingly domineering killing technique, I don't know how much aura in the body has been exhausted, the aura will be exhausted, how to fight?

Han Ming was a little helpless, the enemy's strength was too strong, and he was never afraid of one-on-one, but the number of people was a problem, so he had to use a large consumption of spiritual skills, but he was just a discret, and the rest of the arrogant world, what should I do?

No, I have to hold on, at least until that moment, and I have a chance of winning.

He suddenly thought of the girl behind him, so he still stood firm, holding the sword and walked forward, and the black line on the ground was getting longer and longer.

Among the remaining four, an old man with a hunched back quietly looked at the three tombstones, nodding approvingly but disapprovingly.

"You're good." Lao Suo said, waving his sleeves slightly, it seemed to scrape away the killing intent like a swamp, but it also lowered an irresistible coercion, revealing seven bloody light seals behind him.

Han Ming was shocked, although he had already known in the eyes of the Hades King that this person was in the Proud World Realm, but on the other side, he found that his Proud World was by no means comparable to the ordinary Proud World Realm, the Demon Sect Blood Clan was definitely the most terrifying existence, there was no one! If you really cross the border and fight, the winning rate is absolutely ridiculously low.

Even more shocked today, the blood mark was really dripping blood, and if you looked closely, it was seven blood-colored skeletons, which seemed to be sticking to a little bit of flesh that had not completely rotted, rotting maggots, and was disgusting.

"It's none of your business." Han Ming resisted the pressure of the sky, ignoring the bloody and abnormal seven blood marks, and answered coldly The blood at the corner of his mouth fell again, so he had to release all his strength, and under the black clothes, the four ink-colored magic seals rose tremblingly, flashing with black light, releasing a trace of Hades Qi to protect his whole body.

After several years of life and death, I have seen a lot of bloody things, and I am not afraid.

"Qi Feng? Boy, dare to hurt my disciple with Qi Fengxiu, the hairy stinky boy knows the nobility of his life! Lao Su seemed to be a little angry, and the few locks of white beard on his sideburns also trembled with anger.

Han Ming thought it was funny, look at your accent, have you ever had classical Chinese literature? Which of your teachers taught what Chinese culture? Besides, you disgusting guy of the Demon Sect Blood Clan, I don't know how much blood you have sucked, and you are embarrassed to tell me that your life is expensive? Are you brain-dead or brain-dead or brain-dead? Thinking so in my heart, my face naturally behaves like this, and my face shows me like this, Lao Suo is naturally unhappy, Lao Suo is unhappy, so naturally he has to work hard in his hands, and he has to work hard in his hands, so the tragedy comes.

Lao Su stretched out his thin right hand, slowly clenched his fist, and the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth changed suddenly, as if turning into a pair of big hands, holding Han Ming, and gradually straining, Han Ming was in pain, only to hear the bones began to rub against each other, and suddenly there was a deafening card rubbing, Han Ming remembered the scene when Xiaobai gnawed on the big bone and slammed the big bone and felt very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the bone was not broken, it was just twisted, he knew it.

Very good, that's it, the more you hurt me, as long as I don't die, you have to die even worse!

"Boy, die!" Lao Su said fiercely, and the remaining three people held the big sword and slashed at Han Ming's head, their eyes full of blood and greed, all thinking that they could take a bite of Han Ming's spurting blood and suck the fresh blood to their heart's content. Where does the thick sword look like a sword, it is just like the perverted sledgehammer of Yao Blacksmith, smashing down fiercely.

Han Ming silently greeted the parents of the four people hundreds of times in his heart. If you continue like this, you can't just die? Lao Suo's right hand shook it hard, and Han Ming suddenly lost consciousness, and his consciousness seemed to have fallen into a deep valley, and he gradually fell asleep.

In the sea of knowledge, a trace of Hades Qi surrounds the divine seat, slowly entwining, and Mr. laughs but does not speak.

"I said, you don't have to make a move." On the other side of the chasm, the light and shadow flickered and disappeared.

The momentum of the magic sword's fall is unabated, and the power is stronger, seeing that Han Ming is about to die, the girl and the big man are speechless, and there is nothing to do, at this moment, a mighty dog bark suddenly came from the corner of the mountain.

Yes, it is a dog barking, but it is not like a dog barking, the dog is barking, but there seems to be a wolf howling in this sound, and there is an unknown beast barking.

A stream of smoke and dust rushed to their faces, and a white lightning flashed by, and the three demons were shocked, and they were in a trance for a moment, but they saw a snow-white giant wolf, showing a mouthful of gloomy white teeth, looking at them with a smile and a joke. Its whole body, covered with white hair like snow, the hair on its forehead covered one eye, the other eye appeared to be majestic and domineering, it had a scar under its forehead, but it was covered by white hair, and what shocked people today was that a silver horn in front of its forehead suddenly slashed, and the three giant swords were cut horizontally.

They were stunned, and because there was a young man on the back of the wolf, with silver hair, silver eyes, and a thin body, two hands like deer wood stretched out, and he struggled to lift the heavy giant piano behind him, but he smashed it down at an unimaginable speed, and the three demons snorted, and their brains burst out, and their bodies shattered and died.

The white wolf, the silver-haired boy, is naturally Xiaobai and Han Xiao.

When they landed, Lao Suo finally saw that the girl's mouth had not yet closed, but her eyebrows and eyes had gradually relaxed, and before she could stop, Han Xiao had already spread the piano on Xiaobai's back, her slender ten fingers moved rapidly on the strings, and the melodious music was also floating quickly in the mountains. The aura of heaven and earth instantly became riotous, as if the flames were burning, with a violent explosion, and one after another strings came out with phantom rage, like a burning knife, slashing fiercely towards the old man with murderous intent, and three rounds of fiery red light marks quietly rose behind Han Xiao, and even two fiery red fireworks rose in his silver-white eyes.

What a young man? Lao Suo frowned, very depressed in his heart, thinking that all the people he met today were freaks. With a flick of his left hand, another pair of large hands grasped the strings of the riot in the air.

So the strings under Han Xiao's fingers froze, the melodious music was interrupted, and the notes of the riot were blocked as if they were hit hard in his chest, and Han Xiao snorted coldly and squirted out a mouthful of blood that stained the strings of Qianfengqin red. Seeing this, Xiaobai raised his horns high in anger, pointing to the sky, as if there was a thunderbolt and angry, Xiaobai roared angrily, and six heavenly thunders rushed down into the sky and smashed on Lao Suo's head, but it was like thunder on the ground, terrifying.

Dare to touch your Uncle Wolf's boss and Brother Xiao, greet your ancestors for me!

The thunder hammer flew down, a touch of blood fell from the top of his head, Lao Su was startled, Han Xiao saw that the time was coming, his hands suddenly accelerated, avoiding the immovable strings, the strings vibrated rapidly, and the tone became extremely excited, a string is a blade, a blade is a stroke, and countless strokes in the air coincide so there is a word.

That's the word fire.

The aura of heaven and earth fluctuated, the word fire began to burn, the flames rushed towards Lao Suo and the invisible hand in the air, there was a knife intent in the fire, cutting everything, Lao Suo squatted down with his head in one hand, blocking the set of cutting and burning words, launched a punch, and hit Han Xiao's chest hard, two heavy blows in a row, Han Xiao was overwhelmed and seriously injured, but smiled shallowly.

Because the hand in the sky was released, Han Ming fell.

"Xiaobai, save big brother." Han Xiao lay on the piano, and commanded Xiao Bai weakly, of course Xiao Bai understood, and flew to catch Han Ming and turned to run towards the girl.

In the air, the fire was not extinguished, but Lao Suo slowly stood up.

"It's actually a rune, and the ............ of the qin"

A figure suddenly appeared in Lao Suo's mind, and he was suddenly speechless with fright, and his heart was shocked and angry, but his murderous intent gradually became terrifying.

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