Chapter 300: The Sword and the Red Yarn Provoke the Enchanting [First Update]

The Sha family didn't kill the door immediately, which made Ai Hui a little surprised.

This is a big move!

I have to be more prepared, I feel that Ai Hui, who is not safe, is like a hard-working little bee, and those contents that I was too lazy to toss before are now all arranged.

He didn't know that Sha Wuyuan, whom he killed, was the head of the Sha family's branch.

After Sha Wuyuan was killed, the entire Sha family branch in Ningcheng was leaderless, and Ai Hui's fierceness also shocked the rest of the people, and no one dared to move.

What made them feel a little relieved was that the elite of the Sha family had already been dispatched and were rushing to Ningcheng day and night.

Sha Wuyuan died on the streets, bringing an incomparable shock to the Sha family.

The Sha family, whose vitality was greatly damaged, Sha Wuyuan's strength was outstanding, otherwise, he would not have been sent to take the lead, and he was also the person in charge.

What shocked the Sha family was not Sha Wuyuan's death, but Wang Han's unscrupulous and strong aggressiveness.

The name of the Sha family was regarded as nothing in Wang Han's eyes.

This is a ruthless and resolute enemy, with great strength, bold and bold but also cool-headed and meticulous!

The Sha family was already feeling a headache.

An enemy like Wang Han was the enemy they were most reluctant to provoke. Even the Sha family in its heyday was reluctant to provoke such enemies, because there were lessons from the past.

An Jia, who had been prominent in history for 500 years, had a mortal enmity with a fallen Tuxiu at that time. For twenty years, the Tuxiu continued to harass and attack An's home. The An family organized a large number of people to encircle and suppress this fang, but the other party was extremely cunning and escaped safely every time. This was followed by more violent retaliation, and the Shajia branch was constantly destroyed, disciples were killed, and the chamber of commerce was burned.

Each revenge adds a wound to the body of the behemoth of the An family.

After twenty years of continuous blood loss, the behemoth of the An family finally couldn't hold on and collapsed. In the twenty-second year, this Tuxiu secretly said that the seven families that were not very powerful would join forces to dismember the An family, and the An family would die out.

No one knows this history better than the Sha family, because the Sha family was one of the seven families back then. The rise of the Sha family also began with the battle of Anjia. No one knows that the world-famous sand puppet refining inheritance of the Sha family is to settle down.

After five years, he stepped into the realm of the Grandmaster, and accepted the invitation of the Council of Elders to serve as the head of the Junsha Department for twelve years. In the past 12 years, Junsha has jumped from the bottom of the thirteen to the head of the thirteen. The juniors he carefully cultivated were equally brilliant, and in the next sixty years, the Junsha Department never fell out of the top three.

This earth cultivator is a legendary figure in history, a generation of grandmasters worshiped by countless earth cultivators, and Mo Qishi, the king of Junsha.

When Mo Qishi took the name of Junsha and led the Junsha Department to the front line, the barbarian heard the news and was shocked, and retreated three thousand miles, and the name of Mo Junsha was like the sky. The former settlement of the An family is already in ruins, broken walls, weeds, jackdaws, and bones in the wilderness that no one buried.

If they knew that Wang Han was so powerful, the Sha family would definitely not want to provoke them.

Unfortunately, there is never an if in this world.

The only choice for the Sha family now is to strangle the danger in the cradle when Wang Han is fledgling. The Sha family's current situation is even more dangerous than the An family's back then.

The Sha family is like a patient who is as angry as a gossamer, and he can't afford a failure.

However, their enemy, more cunning than they thought, saw through the weakness of the Sha family.

"Hey, how sad can you be, it's like a poor ghost giving away someone's head!"

Full of sighs for the cruelty of the sad world of fate, it sounded in the dilapidated dojo, and Ai Hui looked at the spoils in front of him with a sad face. Doesn't it mean that Sha Wuyuan's status in the Sha family is not low, and he is still a powerful figure?

"Sha Wuyuan, Sha Wuyuan, this bit of bits and pieces on your body is worthy of your identity?"

Compared to Shi Youguang, the things on Sha Wuyuan's body are too shabby.

The Sha family is really in decline, and it can be seen from Sha Wuyuan's belongings that there is not even a sand compass. Ai Hui touched his chin, but he was thinking about how to eliminate the sorrow caused by the poor ghost's head.

He's insane poor!

The war is indeed a gold-swallowing beast, although when it was arranged, he did not hesitate. But when it was finished, the pain in his flesh made him look like a hungry monster, looking around for food.

Since this Sha Wuyuan is a front station, it must be necessary to prepare a lot of things, and money must be indispensable.

Now that the Sha family has not been killed for a long time, it is estimated that nine times out of ten they are on the way, and it will take time to hold back the big move.

At this time, isn't the Sha family's branch just empty?

Ai Hui's eyes lit up suddenly, and without saying a word, he rushed into the warehouse and took the fat butler out. Before he could torture him, the fat butler was urinating, tearful and snotty, and poured everything he knew like beans.

Sha Wuyuan is the head of the Sha family's branch, and he is also the strongest among the vanguard troops. The location of the Sha family's branch, in a courtyard in the east of the city, has accumulated a large amount of materials and money, and their task is to build houses in advance to prepare for the arrival of the main force of the Sha family.

Even the distribution map of the guards and defenses, this guy has dealt with them one by one.

The news obtained from the fat butler's mouth also confirmed Ai Hui's guess. The branch is empty, the Sha family is in decline, and even Ai Hui can roughly infer the current strength of the Sha family from Sha Wuyuan's position in the Sha family.

Out of caution, Ai Hui tortured several other guards, and the information obtained was very consistent, and the fat butler did not lie.

Such an opportunity was fleeting, Ai Hui did not hesitate, and took advantage of the night to touch the location of the Sha family's branch that night.

There was no starlight in the dark night, and the jewel star sword wings on Ai Hui's back turned into a deep black, making Ai Hui like a big black bat, silently crossing the sky.

The Ningcheng below is brightly lit and pedestrians are shuttling, and the construction site outside the city is in full swing.

What a time to kill and set fires!

After a while, Ai Hui flew over the Sha family's courtyard.

The Shajia courtyard is a typical local courtyard, with a yard of about two acres, in the past, the land price in Ningcheng was not valuable, but now in such a big place, the price is not low.

The courtyard is also brightly lit, dogs can be heard barking from time to time, and the temporary addition of the arrow tower is garrisoned by Yuan Xiu, and the whole courtyard is full of unspeakable tension.

Sha Wuyuan's death made the Sha family branch panic, and everyone was nervous.

In Ai Hui's eyes, there are loopholes and flaws everywhere. For example, at high altitudes, there is no warning or a light band that prohibits flight.

Ai Hui did not choose to sneak in this time, but chose a more provocative move.

The wings of the Jewel Star sword on his back slammed out, and he soared into the sky like a sharp arrow.

After flying thousands of meters into the air, Ai Hui stopped his body, and the golden wind in the sky was cold, like a knife. But for Ai Hui now, such a golden wind can no longer interfere with him.

With the dragon sword in hand, he relaxed his body and let his body fall like a meteorite.

His speed was constantly increasing, but his gaze was firmly locked on the courtyard below.

The jewel star sword wings on his back stood still, and a spark lit up on the edge of the sword wings, and the sparks illuminated Ai Hui's cold eyes, which were as cold as a face carved in rock, murderous and awe-inspiring.

Ai Hui's speed continued to increase, and the sparks became brighter and brighter.

Someone on the ground began to notice the strangeness of the sky, and pedestrians kept stopping and looking up at the sky, like the sparks of meteor falling, and a figure loomed among the sparks.

Their eyes widened.

Is that......

The whistling sound gradually rose, and with a flick of his fingers, the roar and tremor of the air seemed to be swept by a hurricane, sweeping across Ningcheng.

Countless people rushed out of the room and looked up at the sky.

Rumble!

The sparks around Ai Hui turned into flames, frantically spitting flickering flames in the turbulent airflow, like demonic fire from the Nine Shadows Abyss, completely enveloping Ai Hui in it.

Ai Hui, who roared and filled his ears, was wrapped in flames, but his eyes were like ice, without a trace of fluctuation, desolate and deep.

Suddenly, a little light lit up from the depths of the pupils as deep as night, as if a little fire lit up in the distance of the dark night where you couldn't see your fingers.

Ai Hui suddenly drew his sword.

The dragon spine sword in his hand slowly stabbed out, the dragon spine sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, his whole body was full of yuan force to the extreme, every muscle was exerting force, sweat was gushing, but in the blink of an eye, the sweat evaporated into mist, and the mist was annihilated in the flames.

In the eyes of everyone on the ground, the flame in the sky was continuously stretched by a pair of invisible hands, turning into an ellipse, and the front end of the ellipse became sharp little by little.

Strangely, the flames gradually faded, and the sword became more and more fiery and bright, like a red-hot soldering iron.

At this time, the figure wrapped in flames revealed its true face.

Rushing out of the room, Su Huaijun, who looked up at the sky, shrank his pupils and blurted out: "It's him!"

The dumbfounded Sanxiao saw the figure in the sky at this time, and exclaimed in unison at this moment: "Master!"

The Fu family was all shocked, and all of them witnessed this scene at this moment, Fu Yonghao exclaimed: "Wang Han!"

The rest of the people were all shocked.

The courtyard of the Sha family also saw clearly the figure in the sky like a meteor at this time, and it was suddenly like a hornet's nest, panicked.

The dragon spine sword in Ai Hui's hand was constantly shaking slightly, and his full attention and long-term and arduous cultivation made his mastery of the sword an instinct. Today's trick has a big improvised component. But deep accumulation is like stacking up sun-dried firewood early, and when the spark of inspiration appears, those firewood are immediately ignited, hunted and burned.

The Yuan Force in his body flowed, and his Dragon Spine Sword seemed to have infinite suction, and the flames that had just been bred were all submerged into the sword of the Dragon Spine Sword.

From the roar of a hurricane, to the sound of a mosquito's cry, until the night is silent again. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, and the silent scene in front of them was destined to be unforgettable for a lifetime.

In the boundless black night, a figure descended from the sky and swooped with wings, carrying a sword as red as a burning iron, and the aftermath of the sword spread hundreds of meters away, like a long pale red veil raised.

The roar and whistling gradually crept away, and the red veil of the sword provoked enchantment.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and in the silent silence, people stared blankly at the breathtakingly beautiful picture of the sky.

The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is. (To be continued.) )