Who is the bearer of the sword?

Han Baojian is also.

North Xiaoshan, South Hugjian, these two were once famous underworld masters in the north and south, and now Nalan Xiaoshan is gone, condensing his legendary life in a hearty battle, but Han Baojian is still alive and secluded in front of this lair in Cheng Lanting.

Interestingly, the little carpenter Gan 13 is the grandson of Nalan Xiaoshan, and his meeting with Han Baojian at this moment also continues the grievances and hatred of the previous generation.

No one knows what kind of relationship Han Baojian and Cheng Lanting has, and with Han Baojian's reputation, why would he guard Cheng Lanting...... But there is no need to pursue these things.

At this moment, there is only one thing, and that is the battle.

Fight to the death.

The living live, and there is no need to care about anything for the dead.

The little carpenter took four or five steps back, distanced himself from the ugly witch slave in front of him, and saw that Han Baojian had already rushed over, with a dark and heavy long sword in his hand, dim and dull, and the edge was converged.

The two looked at each other and looked at each other in the air, and many sparks were sparked in an instant.

A long-cherished wish, a new hatred.

Without any words, the little carpenter met Han Baojian's eyes.

The two of them started at the same time, speeding towards each other.

In the next second, a sword and a sword collided together, making a huge sound of gold and iron.

Clang......

Buzz, buzz, buzz......

The energy was drumming, the voice echoed, and the two of them stood and leaned forward.

The little carpenter's eyes were firm, with indomitable bravery, while Han Baojian had a look of surprise on his face.

Are young people so fierce now?

Not to mention the knife in the other party's hand, just this rush forward, as if the momentum of the mountains rushing, made Han Baojian surprised.

The young man in front of him, the terrifying strength of his power, made him unexpected.

Feeling the strength of the little carpenter, Han Baojian restrained the contempt in his heart, and said with a slight smile: "It's very good, Nalan Xiaoshan is a successor." ”

But the little carpenter said, "Don't make fun of his old man, you clown is not worthy of being compared with him." ”

Hum!

Han Baojian snorted, and then turned to laugh: "Good junior disciple, it's just that it would be more appropriate to go down to accompany your dead ghost grandfather......

He pressed down so hard that the little carpenter had to step back.

As soon as Gan Mo retreated, the witch slave next to him immediately pounced, trying to take him down.

However, Han Baojian had a temperament, and shouted at those witch slaves: "Get out, I will deal with him personally......"

Since he is the grandson of Nalan Xiaoshan, let's have a good time.

Although the witch slaves turned into evil ghosts, they did not lose their minds, so when they heard Han Baojian's command, they immediately stopped, and rushed towards the battlefield of Cheng Lanting and Qu Menghu, while the other rushed towards the air cover shrouded in light.

In the originally chaotic field, only Han Baojian and the little carpenter were left.