Chapter 482: Return to Hanshilin (15)

Zhuge Du took a step forward with a cold face, and with the strength of his Martial Emperor's peak, he stubbornly blocked in front of everyone, blowing away the strong wind.

"Hey, Zhuge Dashao, tsk, do you think that with the strength of your Martial Emperor Peak, you can fight against the power of my Martial Emperor Realm?"

The middle-aged man smiled coldly at Zhuge Du with great disdain, but the latter ignored him.

With a cold face, Zhuge Duhan said without looking back: "Take Miss Leng away first, I'll stop him!" โ€

When Le Bing and the three of them heard this, they were just stunned, and then they were ready to retreat without saying a word.

"Hmph, are you okay?" How could a middle-aged man let Leng Meiying leave at this time, with a cold snort, the double swords on his back also popped out at this time, making a sound of swords.

"Brush!" The two sword lights wrapped in the power of Wanjun and slashed towards the backs of Baobao and the others.

Halfway through, a pitch-black bladeless heavy sword slashed horizontally, smashing the two sword lights halfway, making a crisp impact sound.

"Your opponent is me!"

Forced to press the tremor on the tiger's mouth, Zhuge Duhanyun responded calmly, and his eyes locked on the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then snorted angrily: "Do you really think you can compete with me?" Although you are the peak of the Martial Emperor, you are still weaker compared to me, the powerhouse of the Martial Emperor Realm! โ€

"Really? Then give it a try! โ€

Zhuge Duhan stopped talking nonsense, took the initiative to attack, the bladeless heavy sword in his hand cut through the air, and killed the middle-aged man with a sharp voice.

The middle-aged man was surprised, what was going on?

Shouldn't a young master like Zhuge Duhan be greedy for life and afraid of death? Knowing the gap between Emperor Wu and Emperor Kai, why did he dare to rush up? Is it really trying to find death?

However, the bladeless heavy sword โ–กโ–ก, and the middle-aged man can't take care of it too much.

It seems that if you want to catch that woman and go back to make meritorious contributions, the only way to do this is to kill this family!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man sneered for no reason.

It's an extremely dangerous signal, and often when he laughs like this, it's when someone is going to die!

"Dangdang, dang!"

In the air, Wei Lai made a tooth-aching sound of weapons colliding, and strong winds erupted from the two black shadows, and then tore the trees in the forest into pieces like chopping melons and vegetables.

The heavy sword has no edge, but often the things that come into contact with it are the ones that shatter the fastest.

Obviously they are two opponents, one strong and one weak, but they have been fighting in this forest for more than ten minutes without distinguishing the winner.

Zhuge Duhan was like a mad blood lion, his eyes had completely turned blood-red, and there were already more than a dozen deep wounds on his body, each wound was accompanied by a large amount of blood flowing out between his movements.

The tiger's mouth cracked, blood splashed, but Zhuge Duhan seemed to have no feeling, the heavy sword in his hand, never paused, like a poisonous snake that recognized its prey, and bit towards the middle-aged man's body one by one.

He had almost given up on his defense and was going all out to attack.

The Martial Emperor-level powerhouse erupted, and even the middle-aged man who was obviously a step above him felt a burst of heart palpitations.