Wan Han poured a full glass of wine again, and then drank it all. Smacked his lips, looked at the heroes of the rivers and lakes who fell to the ground weakly in the main hall, smiled, and slowly spoke: "You don't have to waste your efforts, presumably the prestige of this 'Zhu Liqi' has been heard of." ”

As soon as they heard the word Zhu Liqi, everyone's eyes widened and looked at Wan Han with hatred, but at this time, the whole body didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone scold.

Wan Han held the wine glass, as if he was observing the lines on it, as if talking to himself,

"It's also funny, this precious 'Eight Treasures Scattered Gong Lu' was found to have the effect of making pigs powerful, and as a result, the rivers and lakes all called it 'Pig Liqi', the common name, but the people who know the elegant name of 'Eight Treasures Scattered Gonglu' are getting fewer and fewer......"

Glancing at Bai Xuyan, who was eating on his table, Wan Han said leisurely: "Bai Xuyan, it's time to send them on their way." ”

Bai Xuyan ate a piece of chicken, put down his chopsticks, and his voice was cold, "Don't you Wancheng Lord do it?" ”

"Your Jair, who is in charge of killing, is here, and I, the one who mocks the wind, will not be involved. Tomorrow, I will make an announcement, saying that the Hangzhou City Lord's Mansion was attacked by the Golden Dragon Society, and people from all factions suffered heavy casualties, and the city lord Wan Han was seriously injured, and his life and death are unknown. What do you think? ”

"Hahaha!"

Bai Xuyan laughed wildly, "It's worthy of Wan Han, so good!" ”

Clapped his palms and said loudly: "Come out and kill!" ”

In the next moment, dozens of black-clothed people with swords rushed into the outside of the main hall, surrounding everyone.

Seeing that they were about to be killed, a group of people accused Wan Han with their weak strength.

One of the men in Ge Yi said weakly: "Wan ...... Wan Han, our sect, will not ...... I won't let you go! ”

"Humph!"

Wan Han put down the wine glass and said, "Okay, let you be a person who understands." For decades, I have already planted a large number of people in your sect, and once you die, my people will sit on the throne, and when the time comes, where will there be any revenge on us? ”

looked at the people whose faces turned gray in an instant, and said slowly: "You can rest assured...... Go to hell! ”

In an instant, dozens of steel swords came out of their sheaths, and the silver-white reflection illuminated everyone's desperate faces.

The next moment,

Blood splattered!

Bai Xuyan slowly came to Yang Zhengze, drew his sword and pointed directly at the two who fell to the ground weakly, and said softly: "Poor Sword Saint Descendant and Fairy Muxiang, you are going to die under my sword." Killing two geniuses with my own hands makes me tremble with excitement just thinking about it! ”

Looking at Yang Zhengze, who was still calm, Bai Xuyan was inexplicably a little flustered, but he only felt that he was bluffing himself, gritted his teeth, and stabbed straight with his sword!

"Die!"

It's a pity that a blue shield made the steel sword unable to advance an inch, and it was frozen at a position of one meter in front of Yang Zhengze.

"It's ...... What the? ”

Just when Bai Xuyan was shocked and inexplicable, Yang Zhengze's white jade-like right hand put on Bai Xuyan's steel sword, smiling.

"I'll play a trick on you."

As soon as the words fell, the sword in his hand had disappeared!

"How is that possible!"

Looking at Bai Xuyan, who was staring wide-eyed and looking incredulous, Yang Zhengze didn't talk nonsense, turned over and took out Bai Xuyan's steel sword, stabbed it out with a sword, and stabbed it straight into the heart!

Bai Xuyan, who was pierced through his chest, kept bleeding from his mouth, but he was still unbelievable.

"How...... Possible? ”

Ignoring Bai Xuyan, who had already fallen to the ground, Yang Zhengze hugged Shen Yue, who was weak, with his left hand, and in Wan Han's dull gaze, he took out the Shiyang Sword with his right hand, and said softly:

"Sword sixty-nine."

As the sound dissipated, an inexplicable wind emanated from Yang Zhengze's body, making Wan Han's clothes rattle.

Then, in the horrified eyes of all,

sword light,

Countless sword lights,

Countless blue and white sword lights raged in the main hall!

A series of sword lights passed through the chests of the black-clothed people's bodies, shot on the ground, and exploded fist-sized holes! Shoot at the pillar and pass through the wood! Shoot on the ceiling, through the roof, and the sky above dissipates!

Wan Han held his knife to resist a few sporadic sword lights, although he was not injured, he also looked embarrassed, and his lake-blue robe was full of long scratches.

After a moment, the sword light in the sky dissipated.

The entire hall is already unrecognizable, full of potholes and holes, and blood on stumps, as if another gust of wind will bring this hall of hell on earth.

At this moment, no matter what the surviving martial arts people had about Yang Zhengze before, they all refreshed their views on Yang Zhengze.

This son is already the best in the world!

Looking at Yang Zhengze, who was standing in the middle of the main hall with a sword in one hand and a beauty in the other, Wan Han couldn't help but clench his teeth, feeling that his decades of hard work would be completely destroyed by this kid in front of him!

"Why are you okay?"

Yang Zhengze saw Wan Han asking himself this, and thought about it: The golden dragon will kill a group of people in the rivers and lakes, in his opinion, it is a dog eating a dog, and it is not a good thing. But at this time, I saved some people by the way, if I tell the truth, doesn't that prove that I didn't save myself when I saw death at the beginning?

You can't push away this life-saving kindness, you have to let these people owe themselves favors!

He replied immediately: "The Sword Saint Technique is the best in the world." The 'Eight Treasures Scattered Gong Dew' can be solved in a moment. Whoever made you talk so much, let me slow down. Haven't you heard the saying 'The villain dies of talking too much'? ”

Hearing Yang Zhengze's words, Wan Han almost vomited blood.

Looking at Wan Han with an aggrieved face, Yang Zhengze snickered: The Sword Saint is really a good pot, he can put anything in it, and others can't see it. The first in the world is the cow fork!

"I have to say that the heirs of the Sword Saint really have a few skills. However, it is absolutely impossible for you to get out of the City Lord's Mansion alive today. ”

Yang Zhengze clasped his ears, there was no earwax, and he couldn't help but flick his fingers in disappointment, and said, "Lord Wancheng, what did I just say?" The villain died of talking too much, why don't you have a long memory? ”

His face turned red, and Wan Han let out an angry roar:

"Boy, suffer death!"

He ripped off his tattered robe, revealing a hardcover body full of scars and muscles.

With a wave of his hand, he threw out a red knife and took Yang Zhengzheng directly. But it was blocked by Yang Zhengze's blue spiritual energy shield, and it only caused a ripple before disappearing.

With a stack of his right foot, a deep pit exploded on the ground, and he swung his knife straight in front of Yang Zhengze.

Seeing that Wan Han's momentum was too fierce, he was afraid that he would be unable to resist with one hand, Yang Zhengze picked up Shen Yue, smashed the roof with a sword, and flew onto the roof.

Wan Han slashed into the air with a knife, followed by Yang Zhengze, and also flew onto the roof.

The tattered roof, under the weight of three people, emitted a continuous mournful sound, as if telling that he was overwhelmed.

On top of this creaking roof, the sky is full of snowflakes, and the scenery is very beautiful when you look at this huge city of Hangzhou. glanced at Shen Yue, who was hiding under the snow-white fox fur in his arms, revealing a pretty face, and couldn't help but sigh: People are still more beautiful!

The left hand tightened the person in his arms, and the right hand held the sword and pointed at Wan Han, Yang Zhengze was expressionless, and said softly:

"Kill you, one hand, that's enough."