The Ming Feng Dao long sword pointed at Han Chenyang, and shouted loudly: "Your master must be that traitor, since the Burning Sun Sword is in your hands, is the Jiuyang Dafa on you or in the hands of that traitor?" ”

Han Chenyang also got angry.

Master Han Chenyang was indeed a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect before, but for some reason he betrayed the Quanzhen Sect.

Every time Han Chenyang asked him the reason for his betrayal of the Quanzhen Sect, he either avoided talking about it, or he didn't answer Han Chenyang anyway except for sighing or sighing.

But Han Chenyang knew that Master hated it most when someone said that he was a traitor.

Although Master said that in the future, when encountering disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, try to treat them as air as much as possible, and don't pay attention to them, let alone provoke them.

But this old boy dared to say that his master was a traitor, and these two words have always been the master's rebellion.

If the master is not there, then it is up to me, the apprentice, to teach him.

Han Chenyang sneered: "Jiuyang Dafa is on me, if you have the ability, come and snatch it away!" ”

Mingfeng Dao Chang snorted coldly: "I didn't want to be serious with you, who called you the traitor's apprentice, the Quanzhen Sect issued an arrest warrant for that traitor decades ago, and if you can't find him, bring you back to the Quanzhen Sect and let out the news, I'm not afraid that he won't come to ask for someone." ”

In fact, the head of the Ming Feng Dao also has his own selfish intentions, and if he gets the Burning Sun Sword and Jiuyang Dafa in his hand and brings them back to the Quanzhen Sect, the head of the sect may give himself the position of an elder.

I didn't expect that there would be such a big harvest this time down the mountain.

Master Mingfeng was very excited in his heart.

Up to now, Han Chenyang also knows that this person can't stay alive, if he is allowed to return to the Quanzhen Sect and tell the fact that the Burning Sun Sword and the Nine Yang Dafa are on him, he is afraid that he will not have a good life.

"Boy, let's get caught."

Master Mingfeng waved the peachwood sword in his hand.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing in the box, and the wind was blowing everywhere.

The eighth master and the others were blown so much that they couldn't even open their eyes.

They all felt that the air in the private room was frozen, and it was difficult for them to breathe.

A nameless coercion pressed their chests with a sharp pain, as if they had been beaten hard by a hammer.

Soon, the wind in the private room formed a white, visible tornado.

"Go!"

The long sword of the Ming Wind Dao pointed at Han Chenyang, and the tornado attacked Han Chenyang with a devastating force.

Han Chenyang spurred spiritual power and slapped his palm on the tornado.

The tornado didn't stop at all, it rushed faster.

Han Chenyang had no choice but to sacrifice the Divine Dragon Order.

When the dragon appeared, it crashed into the tornado.

Moment.

The tornado vanished.

The fire dragon continued to fly towards the Mingfeng Dao Chief, and at the same time opened its bloody mouth, as if to swallow the Mingfeng Dao Chief.

"Look at the sword. Wind Breaker. ”

The peachwood sword of the Ming Wind Dao quickly condensed a gust of wind again.

Unflinching, the head of the Ming Wind Dao soared into the air, slashing at the dragon head of the fire dragon with a sword.

Then, the dragon turned into a sparkle.

The head of the Ming Wind Dao took advantage of the victory to pursue, wielding a peachwood sword and stabbing towards Han Chenyang's dantian.

"One Yang Finger."

"Whew!"

A golden light shot towards the head of the Ming Wind Dao.

Daoist Mingfeng hurriedly blocked with his sword, and the whole person still took two steps back.

There was wind under Han Chenyang's feet, and he rushed to the front of Ming Feng Dao Chang with one arrow step.

"Xuanyang Palm."

The Xuanyang Palm is the second layer of the Jiuyang Dafa.

At this moment, Han Chenyang's palm was covered with a layer of dazzling golden light.

Chief Mingfeng was shocked and failed to make adjustments in time.

Bang!

The Ming Feng Dao Leader flew out directly, slammed it against the wall, and then spurted out the old blood.

Mingfeng Dao Chang struggled to his feet.

Han Chenyang waved the Burning Sun Sword at this time.

A trace of yang energy shot towards the head of the Ming Wind Dao.

This trace of yang energy is much sharper than a sharp blade.

In the next second, I saw a blood line appear on the neck of the head of Mingfeng Dao.

"You... You..."

Ming Feng Dao Chang spit out these two words with difficulty, and the blood on his neck was gushing like a spring.

Soon, he fell.

Stared at his eyes, as if he was looking dead.

Han Chenyang put away the Burning Sun Sword and snorted coldly: "I said that you are not my opponent, I gave you a chance to live, you have to kill yourself." ”

At this time, everyone in the private room was extremely shocked.

That scene was unbelievable.

How can ordinary people fight to create a tornado and a fire dragon.

And the palms, which actually glow.

It's incredible.

The crowd looked at Han Chenyang dumbfounded.

The audience was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

After a short silence, I don't know which woman screamed: "Ah... Killed. ”

The scream shattered the silence in the private room.

"Dead people, someone has killed someone, call the police!"

"He... He killed someone, he was a murderer. ”

The private room suddenly became chaotic.

Li Shanshan didn't know if it was because she saw that the death of Ming Feng Dao Chang was too tragic or what the reason was, she actually cried, looked at Han Chenyang and said, "You... You've killed someone, and you're going to sit through the prison before you know it. ”

Han Chenyang said with a smile: "Mo Fang, there is another one who has not been killed." ”

Han Chenyang had a grim smile on his face, and walked towards the eighth master step by step.

The eighth master suddenly felt that the breath of death was approaching him.

He didn't expect that the Mingfeng Dao Master he had worked so hard to invite would still be killed by him.

Now, he's going to kill himself.

In the face of death, no one can be calm.

The more powerful a person like the Eighth Master is, the more afraid of death.

At this moment, the eighth master is almost scared to pee.

I'm thinking hard about how to save myself.

That's right, guns!

No matter how good a cultivator is, he is a mortal in the flesh after all, is it possible that he can still carry bullets?

With one shot, it doesn't matter if you are a cultivator or a Buddha, you still have Amitabha.

The eighth master took out more than a dozen guns from under the leather sofa in a panic and issued one to each of the bodyguards behind him.

"Don't come here, one step further will kill you." The eighth master raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at Han Chenyang's head, and threatened fiercely.

Han Chenyang smiled disappreciatively: "Even if you shoot, you can kill me, you have the ability." ”

The eighth master roared with a hideous face: "I warn you, come one step further, Lao Tzu really shot." ”

Han Chenyang acted as if he hadn't heard his words.

"Made! You forced me. ”

A gunshot rang out in the private room.

When the people in the private room heard the gunshots, they all screamed in horror, squatted on the ground and hugged their heads, and some women were even frightened and cried.

The bullet came out of its sheath and shot towards Han Chenyang at lightning speed.

Han Chenyang urged a yang finger to directly destroy the flying bullets.

"It's... How is this possible. ”

After the horror, the eighth master smiled and said, "I don't believe that more than a dozen people can't shoot you together." ”

"Shoot me and shoot him into a hornet's nest."

At this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a domineering shout sounded: "I'll see who dares to shoot and try." ”