"Boy, you damn it!"

The rest of the people were furious, and they turned their guns one after another and killed Jiang Han.

Seeing this, Hei Qi opened his mouth violently and spewed out a surging black mist.

swept the two of them in an instant, and the two of them just howled miserably twice, and then completely stopped moving.

Jiang Han laughed cruelly, the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, and the skull mark at the center of his eyebrows resurfaced, flashing with a red halo.

The battle above is heating up, but the battle below is like a one-sided slaughter.

The Huangquan Pavilion Hundred Flowers and Butterflies had the advantage, and with the convenience of sneak attacks, once they fought, the disciples of the Hall of Death were slaughtered.

At this time, the hall of the dead was already a river of blood, and it was silent.

Jiang Han took the opportunity to throw down the Yin Huai umbrella, and Cai Ningshuang, who was almost wiped out by Xue Ze last time, ran out, wantonly devouring the huge resentful spirit qi in the Hall of Death.

"Ah!! you damn it!

The eyes of the hall master of the Hall of the Dead were bloodshot, and he roared madly.

A sword light fell from the sky, constantly splitting in mid-air, turning into hundreds of thousands of sword rains falling.

The hall master was seriously injured in an instant, like a mad beast, staring at Haoyang who was slowly walking towards him.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Venerable, why do you bend your knees to an ant?!"

Hearing this, Haoyang didn't speak, pinched a fingerprint, and the Jinyang Sword flying in the sky seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and fiercely killed the hall master.

"What is an ant, what is a strong man?"

Haoyang's voice was calm, but with a strong killing intent.

"In my eyes, you're about the same as ants..."

......

This night is destined to be unpeaceful.

This night touched the hearts of the ancient martial arts world.

This night will change the pattern of martial arts.

The spies who went to the exploration point only knew that there was a continuous roar in the Hall of Death that night, like a landslide exploding, like a thunder explosion in the sky.

On the second day, when Jiang Han left arrogantly with the people, the spies who had been hiding under the mountain all night dared to go up slowly.

When he saw a river of blood in the Hall of the Dead, with stumps and broken arms everywhere, even if these people had been killed for a long time, they were also disgusted in their hearts and vomited.

'The Hall of the Dead was defeated, and the four Venerables and the sixteen and a half Venerables died tragically!'

'All dead!' Jiang Han's murderous methods!'

'I accidentally kicked the iron plate in the face, and the Temple of the Dead was destroyed!'

Countless news drifted into the tables of the major martial arts families like snowflakes.

On the second day, the ancient martial arts world shook!

In the secret service, Duanmuyang looked at a picture that was captured, which was a picture of Jiang Han standing on top of Heiqi's head, shuttling through the clouds.

His eyes flickered, and his fists clenched.

"What a terrible guy, Huangquan Pavilion and Baihua Butterfly are actually his subordinates?"

In a hotel suite in Shuangcheng, Xu Nianzhu finished his cultivation, opened his eyes, picked up the mobile phone on the side, and swiped twice.

When I saw the news inside, I couldn't help but be shocked.

The rosy lips were slightly open, muttering to themselves.

"This guy..."

"It's still the boss behind the Hundred Flowers Butterfly..."

"It's horrible... The Temple of the Dead has been destroyed..."

Xu Nianzhu glanced at some of the coded pictures, which contained several photos of Huangquan Pavilion disciples holding knives.

The disciple who is like a ghost seeking his life makes people feel cold in their hearts.

The corners of Xu Nianzhu's mouth rose, and there was a hint of playfulness on his face.

"Wouldn't it be more fun?"

With excitement and anticipation in his eyes, he looked at the photo of Jiang Han.

'Is it a dragon under your feet?'

The Temple of the Dead was destroyed, like a storm, sweeping through the entire martial arts.

The other six Qi Cultivation Sects were all impressed by Jiang Han, and the power of Huangquan Pavilion and Hundred Flower Butterfly reached its peak overnight.

No one compares!

On the top of the power rankings, Huangquan Pavilion and Baihua Butterfly both rushed into the top ten, directly squeezing out Longhu Mountain and other forces.

On the combat power rankings, Haoyang became famous in one fell swoop, ranking ninth super master, and Jiang Han also squeezed into the top twenty, ranking fourteenth.

The horses' hooves made a crisp sound on the bluestone slabs, and the carriage moved slowly in a slight bump.

In the carriage, which was not very wide, sat a sleepy young man, and beside the young man sat a beautiful girl on his knees.

The young man was wearing a brocade robe, his black hair was casually draped behind his head, and he opened his eyes lazily and looked at the girl kneeling beside him: "Xiao Yun'er, where are you?"

The girl lowered her head and said softly, "Second Young Master, it's almost time to arrive at Jeju Mansion." ”

The young man lifted the curtain and looked out the window, and the gentle and warm sunlight sprinkled on his face, making him close his eyes comfortably.

After a long time, the young man opened his eyes, glanced at Xiao Yun'er, and said, "Have you prepared the gift I asked you to prepare for your father?"

Xiao Yun'er nodded and said, "In the truck that followed behind." ”

The young man nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched Xiao Yun'er's white and delicate chin, and looked at it with his eyes.

Xiao Yun'er's body trembled, and an imperceptible fear and disgust flashed on her face, but she didn't dodge it after all.

The young man saw all this in his eyes, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said, "Xiao Yun'er, how many years have you been with me?"

Xiao Yun'er opened her mouth, and her voice was weak: "Back to the young master's words, it's been three years." ”

"yes... It's been three years..."

"Sanniang, how are you doing these days?" the young man suddenly changed the topic and looked at Xiao Yun'er with a smile.

A hint of suspicion flashed in Xiao Yun'er's eyes, and then said, "The third lady has always been fine. ”

"Well, Sanniang has always treated me very well, and this time it's rare to come back, so I should go to pay a good visit. The young man nodded, poked his head out and whispered in Xiao Yun'er's ear, "What do you say?

The hot breath that erupted from the young man's mouth made Xiao Yun'er's body tremble, and smelling the incense coming from the young man's body, Xiao Yun'er only felt a chill in her heart.

"Slave... The slave doesn't know. Xiao Yun'er replied tremblingly.

The young man sat up straight, the previous frivolous and evil charm was gone, and he waved his hand a little disappointed: "Forget it, you go down, and then check if there is a problem with the gift." ”

Yun'er left the carriage like a monta, and glanced at the interior of the carriage that was once again covered by the curtain, and a trace of shame and fear flashed in Yun'er's eyes.

There was a dead silence in the carriage, and the young man leaned back in the soft seat, his eyes staring straight ahead, and he thought for a while.

"It's been three years... It's time to have a dog..."

After a while, the young man sighed faintly, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Sister Yun'er, don't blame me... To blame... Blame yourself for not knowing the times..."

The scorching sun hung high in the air, and the convoy of dozens of people moved forward in an orderly manner, but none of the many guards noticed that not far behind, a black shadow like a ghost followed closely and did not fall a single distance.

"This Yin God Record... It's quite mysterious... I don't know if the predecessors who created this method are still alive?" In the carriage, the young man looked at a yellowed ancient book in his hand and muttered to himself.

"This world is really strange, and there is such a way to change one's life against the sky. After a while, the young man let out a sigh of emotion, and his eyes were inexplicably vicissitudes.

"It's been three years since I've been in this world..."

The young man leaned back in his seat, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest.

"How difficult is it to change your life against the sky?"

The young man's face suddenly turned pale and he coughed violently.

The horses' hooves made a crisp sound on the bluestone slabs, and the carriage moved slowly in a slight bump.

In the carriage, which was not very wide, sat a sleepy young man, and beside the young man sat a beautiful girl on his knees.

The young man was wearing a brocade robe, his black hair was casually draped behind his head, and he opened his eyes lazily and looked at the girl kneeling beside him: "Xiao Yun'er, where are you?"

The girl lowered her head and said softly, "Second Young Master, it's almost time to arrive at Jeju Mansion." ”

The young man lifted the curtain and looked out the window, and the gentle and warm sunlight sprinkled on his face, making him close his eyes comfortably.

After a long time, the young man opened his eyes, glanced at Xiao Yun'er, and said, "Have you prepared the gift I asked you to prepare for your father?"

Xiao Yun'er nodded and said, "In the truck that followed behind." ”

The young man nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched Xiao Yun'er's white and delicate chin, and looked at it with his eyes.

Xiao Yun'er's body trembled, and an imperceptible fear and disgust flashed on her face, but she didn't dodge it after all.

The young man saw all this in his eyes, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said, "Xiao Yun'er, how many years have you been with me?"

Xiao Yun'er opened her mouth, and her voice was weak: "Back to the young master's words, it's been three years." ”

"yes... It's been three years..."

"Sanniang, how are you doing these days?" the young man suddenly changed the topic and looked at Xiao Yun'er with a smile.

A hint of suspicion flashed in Xiao Yun'er's eyes, and then said, "The third lady has always been fine. ”

"Well, Sanniang has always treated me very well, and this time it's rare to come back, so I should go to pay a good visit. The young man nodded, poked his head out and whispered in Xiao Yun'er's ear, "What do you say?

The hot breath that erupted from the young man's mouth made Xiao Yun'er's body tremble, and smelling the incense coming from the young man's body, Xiao Yun'er only felt a chill in her heart.

"Slave... The slave doesn't know. Xiao Yun'er replied tremblingly.

The young man sat up straight, the previous frivolous and evil charm was gone, and he waved his hand a little disappointed: "Forget it, you go down, and then check if there is a problem with the gift." ”

Yun'er left the carriage like a monta, and glanced at the interior of the carriage that was once again covered by the curtain, and a trace of shame and fear flashed in Yun'er's eyes.

There was a dead silence in the carriage, and the young man leaned back in the soft seat, his eyes staring straight ahead, and he thought for a while.

"It's been three years... It's time to have a dog..."

After a while, the young man sighed faintly, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Sister Yun'er, don't blame me... To blame... Blame yourself for not knowing the times..."

The scorching sun hung high in the air, and the convoy of dozens of people moved forward in an orderly manner, but none of the many guards noticed that not far behind, a black shadow like a ghost followed closely and did not fall a single distance.

"This Yin God Record... It's quite mysterious... I don't know if the predecessors who created this method are still alive?" In the carriage, the young man looked at a yellowed ancient book in his hand and muttered to himself.

"This world is really strange, and there is such a way to change one's life against the sky. After a while, the young man let out a sigh of emotion, and his eyes were inexplicably vicissitudes.

"It's been three years since I've been in this world..."

The young man leaned back in his seat, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest.

"How difficult is it to change your life against the sky?"

The young man's face suddenly turned pale and he coughed violently.

The carriage immediately steadied, and the guard's worried voice came: "Second Young Master, is your body okay?"

"Keep walking, don't delay the hour. The young man said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes!"

Jeju Prefecture is located in Yeonggan-gun, and Yeonggan-gun is adjacent to the imperial capital of Gyeongguo, and the economic prosperity of Jeju is well known to the world, although it is in a relatively remote place in Yeonggan-gun, it is still very prosperous, and the hundred-zhang high city wall stands on the flat ground, blocking the sun and casting a shadow. At the gate of the magnificent and quaint city, three rows of soldiers wearing light armor were holding spears and standing with meticulous faces.

Today's Jeju Mansion is particularly lively, because the head of the Liu family, one of the largest families in Jeju Prefecture, celebrated his 50th birthday today, and hosted a banquet for people from all walks of life in Rongqian County and high-ranking officials from all walks of life.

On the wide and atmospheric official road, there are obviously many more people walking in the rivers and lakes than usual. And more of it is a carriage that shows its identity, moving forward slowly.

The drowsy young man sitting in the carriage suddenly shook his spirits, opened his eyes, and looked at the back of the carriage inexplicably.

"Can't wait?"

His fingers rubbed against a jade pendant worn on his chest, and the young man's eyelids drooped, hiding the deep murderous intent.

"In that case... Then Cao Xing, you go and kill her. ”

As soon as the young man's words fell, the dark shadow that had been following behind the carriage suddenly disappeared.

I don't know why, at that moment, the guards beside me all felt light, and the feeling of being stuck in my throat disappeared.

And behind the carriage, more than ten meters away, Yun'er quietly took out a cloth bag in her arms and handed it to a young man dressed as a small servant.

When she saw the figure of the young man disappearing into the crowd, Yun'er was obviously relieved, but as soon as she turned around, she saw a figure like a demon god blocking in front of her.

The figure was relatively thin, but the pair of eyes full of cruelty and violence made Yun'er's heart tremble for no reason.

"You... You're—" Yun'er pointed at the man tremblingly.

The man silently untied the white bandages wrapped around his arms...

The killing intent that filled the air made Yun'er chill for a while.

"Don't do useless resistance... If you dare to betray the Lord, there is only one way to die. Cao Xing's voice was slightly hoarse and low, but it made Yun'er's heart tremble.

"Lord?"

Cao Xuan didn't say much nonsense, his cuffs rose slightly, and his hidden blade instantly pierced Yun'er's snow-white and delicate neck.

The red blood flowed out slowly, Cao Xuan didn't have any pity, turned around and left, like a ghost, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The look in Yun'er's eyes quickly disappeared, and she seemed to still wonder why she was killed inexplicably.

(End of chapter)