The corners of Han Yu's mouth also showed a hint of a smile, his head had now slowly regained its composure, looking at the three flying shadows that fell to the ground in front of him, Han Yu's heart did not have a trace of pride, on the contrary, he gradually frowned.

"Ahem, old, you take my apprentice and Ling'er away first, and let Uncle Ben abuse them into dogs!"

Han Song's face changed slightly, and then he returned to his senses, he took a big step forward, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and was about to show off his skills.

"He found out too?"

Han Yu was silent on the surface, but in his heart, he glanced at Han Song a few more times, and he didn't expect that this seemingly dissolute young man was still a master, and he didn't know that he was a cool swordsman

Thinking about it, Han Yu couldn't help but turn his head to look at Jian Xing, just as he looked at Jian Xing, Jian Xing also turned his head to look at him at the same time, and the two of them looked at each other, both of them seeing a little surprise in each other's eyes.

"They're my opponents, stand back!"

Jian Xing's cold voice sounded, and he took a few steps forward, but he had already walked in front of Han Song.

"Hey, don't steal this limelight from me, okay, hurry up and take Ling'er to leave first!"

Han Song took a step forward, side by side with Jian Xing, and said a little impatiently.

"You're the one who should take her away!"

The voice of the sword was still cold, without a trace of temperature.

"Your uncle, you still don't listen, right?"

Han Song glared at Jian Xing, and just wanted to rush forward, but suddenly felt that his body was light, and then he floated backwards uncontrollably, so fast that Han Song didn't have time to react, and he didn't stop until he floated out for dozens of meters, and then looked at Jian Xing and Sword Spirit, which were the same as himself.

"What's going on?"

Han Song scratched his head, a little unclear.

"It seems to be Han Yu!"

Looking at the emaciated back dozens of meters away, the sword spirit said with some uncertainty.

"Apprentice?"

Following the gaze of the sword spirit, I saw that the emaciated backs were standing there.

"Damn, you dare to steal my limelight!"

Han Song didn't say a word, kicked his feet violently, and rushed over there.

"Don't move here!"

Jian Xing said a word to the sword spirit, and then with a force under his feet, he also ran towards Han Yu's side, his speed was extremely fast, but in an instant, he grabbed in front of Han Song.

Han Song snorted coldly and was silent, a purple flame suddenly appeared under his feet, and a trace of white smoke came out of the burning air, and with the purple flame coming out from Han Song's feet, his speed also increased by another notch.

"Boring!"

Jian Xing glanced at him, and said faintly.

Looking at the two people rushing towards him, Han Yu's face showed a hint of a smile, and his heart was also warm, he was just knowing them, and he could ignore the danger for himself, there are not many people like this.

But Han Yu ignored a little bit, why wasn't he taking risks for the three of them.

"Come on, let's make a break!"

Turning his head and looking at the three flying shadows who had already stood up, Han Yu looked at the three of them as if he had known them for a long time and had a mortal enmity with them, and there was murder in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

One of the flying shadows in the middle stepped forward and asked.

"Who am I?"

Han Yu smiled, he grinned, and asked instead of answering: "I said that I am your father, do you believe it?" ”

The flying shadow didn't speak, but as soon as his eyes opened, a thick black qi came out of his body, and the speed of the black qi was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it surrounded the flying shadow tightly.

"You're not a flying shadow?"

Han Yu looked at the black mist and asked.

"You kid is a little cheaper, but you can die in the hands of my shadow today, which can be regarded as worthy of your cleverness!"