"Jiang Gongzi, don't underestimate yourself, and don't look down on the other party. ”

"If you don't become a respect, you will never pose a threat to us. ”

His gaze seemed to see through the layers of space, seeing the Black Seven roaming wantonly above the nine heavens.

"Also, don't underestimate Black Seven..."

Rise!

Hei Qi let out a long roar at the right time, and the sound rolled and went straight to Jiang Han's ears.

A smile appeared on Jiang Han's face.

Yes, they are not weaker than each other anywhere.

What about the half-step Venerable Realm?

After all, it's not really a respectable realm.

As long as he does not break through the Venerable Realm, then he is an existence at the same level as Jiang Han, at most he is a more profound Grandmaster Master.

On his side, Haoyang is a great cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period, and Hei Qi is even more incarnated as a dragon, spanning nine heavens, even if it is himself, his combat power in a normal state is not less than that of a top-grade grandmaster, and if he breaks out desperately, he must not be much worse than those half-step Venerable Realms.

At this moment, a sound from Hei Qi reached Jiang Han's ears.

"You can come here, or it'll be too late..."

Jiang Han took a deep breath, slammed on the ground with one foot, and the ground that was stepped on directly sank into a big pit, Jiang Han's figure shot out like a cannonball, surging out in mid-air, condensing a strong cold air under his feet, stepping directly on the sea, and running towards Hei Qi at an extremely alarming speed.

As for Haoyang, he only saw a finger pinch, and with a light snort, the Jinyang sword behind him turned into a golden ray and shot into the sky, hovering in the air a few times, and then levitating steadily at Haoyang's feet.

Haoyang stepped on it lightly, his eyes flashed slightly, a trace of gold flashed on his body, and the figure disappeared into the treetops in an instant.

The speed of the two of them was extremely terrifying, and they were not far from Hei Qiben, and it took them a few minutes to see more than 100 people who had been knocked out by Hei Qi, and they were placed on a small island that was not affected.

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows, glanced at the more than 100 people, and said, "Just such a person?"

After a rough count, he found that there were only about 130 people, how could such a small number of people be? His original plan was to rob 300 people!

Hei Qi hurriedly said: "What you said, as long as the strength is strong, this is the number of people who survived because I lowered my requirements." ”

Jiang Han helplessly held his forehead, shook his head and said, "How do you want me to say hello?"

Then he looked at Haoyang and bowed slightly: "It's time for you to play, remember, seal all the strength of these people for me, and don't let them have any chance to recover their strength." ”

Haoyang nodded, stepped forward, folded his hands, and then a small cluster of flames came out of Haoyang's fingertips, the flames swayed in the air, with Haoyang's soft drink, this small flame shot directly towards the sky above more than 100 people, and differentiated itself in the air, turning into one hundred and thirty-seven clusters of even smaller flames, hovering in front of these people's foreheads.

Haoyang's eyes narrowed slightly, pinched a handprint, one hundred and thirty-seven small flames deformed on their own, turning into a pocket small sword, printed on the foreheads of these people, the small sword was blood-red, and there was a dense red air flow on it, which looked like it was burning continuously.

"Okay?" Jiang Han asked.

"There will never be an accident, Jiang Gongzi, you can contact here. Haoyang glanced in one direction with feeling, and then said, "Hei Qi, you and I will go first." ”

"Young Master Jiang, please transfer these people as soon as possible. ”

Jiang Han nodded, took out the phone again and began to call Li Shenzhou.

And Haoyang jumped to the top of Hei Qi's head, looking at the western coastline from afar.

Stepping lightly under his feet, Hei Qi shook off the dragon's body, and disappeared in front of Jiang Han's eyes in an instant.

At the sea level, five figures rushed in one direction side by side, like a picture in a movie, galloping above the sea.

"Wait!" Suddenly, the hook-nosed old man shouted.

The five people stopped at the same time, and the other four looked at the hook-nosed old man, and the Japanese Sword Saint asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

The hook-nosed old man only felt that there seemed to be a strong sense of crisis approaching quickly, and at the same time, there was also that sharp sword intent that soared into the sky...

Glancing at the sea to the left, there, in the distance, a black dot was rapidly enlarging in the hooked nose's eyes!

"We don't need to look for it..."The hook-nosed old man grinned, "It came to the door on its own!"

The Japanese Sword Saint held one hand on the hilt of the sword, staring closely at Hei Qi from far and near, a trace of battle intent flashed in his slightly cloudy eyes, and said softly: "He is mine, you... Can't rob it!"

"Shiro Watanabe, you don't say that because you want to avenge your wasted son, do you?" the hook-nosed old man snorted coldly and sneered.

"Evan, I think you can shut your stinky mouth!" Shiro Watanabe's face suddenly became gloomy as he shouted in a low voice.

"What can you do if you don't close it?Do you want to fight?!" Evan glanced at Shiro Watanabe disdainfully, the slightly rickety Shenyang quickly rose up, his curved spine became straight, and his skin and appearance were undergoing huge changes.

Almost in a matter of seconds, Evan, who had been a bad old man before, had become a handsome young brown-haired man.

Evan glanced at Shiro Watanabe with disdain and said, "Look at your rotten body, how can you fight me?"

The white-haired old man who was standing beside Evan and was dressed like a missionary in the red clothes of Omon frowned, and said, "Evan, God will not forgive you for using the power of demons without authorization. ”

Evan glared at the old man with some irritation: "Pierce! I don't need you to preach!"

Pierce smiled and shook his head: "I'm not trying to preach to you, it's just an exhortation between friends. ”

"Hmph, I don't have any friends, and I don't need to be admonished!" Evan snorted coldly and glanced at the other two old men who had not spoken.

"Instead of preaching me, you should go and preach about Haryat and that old man!"

As he spoke, Evan made no secret of the disgust in his eyes.

Because he could feel the deep, disgusting aura contained in those two people.

Pierce's eyes narrowed slightly, and the hand holding the Bible tightened, vaguely sweeping over Harryat and another old man who was shrouded in black robes.

"They're all on the verge of death, and unlike your youthful vigor, they know how to wield this power—" Pierce said softly.

"Heh... I don't think so. Evan pouted in disdain, but didn't say anything more.

Because he could feel that as time passed, a powerful, mighty, and extremely oppressive aura was rapidly approaching.

The manic aura that came to their faces made the five of them close their mouths at the same time, and each put their hands on the 'guy thing'.

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