Zhang Zhenren's illusory body shook violently, and his pupils exuded a frightened gaze.

Could it be that the young man in front of him is the Holy Emperor who has made countless strong people surrender and worship?

Could it be that the young man in front of him is the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor in this life?

Otherwise, how could Qin Lang break through to the peak realm of the Grandmaster at the age of seventeen or eighteen years old?

"Dare to kill Bendi, die!"

Qin Lang's leisurely voice was filled with boundless killing intent.

"No, I am the first grandmaster of the dignified Huaguo, you killed my doppelganger, even if you are the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor, you can't bear the wrath of the deity. ”

"If we disperse for the time being, the well water of you and me will not violate the river water, the previous grievances will be written off, and my female disciple is as beautiful as a fairy, and she can be dedicated to the Holy Emperor to enjoy. ”

Zhang Zhenren's words revealed boundless fear, because he was not sure to kill Qin Lang, from the moment his divine thoughts rushed into Qin Lang's sea of knowledge, he found that there was a qi machine, and he locked his divine thoughts to death.

This divine thought was extremely powerful, and he could clearly feel that as long as he made a slight move, his sea of consciousness would collapse.

Of course, the cold ice rain is beautiful, and the cultivation of the Xuanbing True Skill has a cold and dusty momentum.

Ordinary men will not have the slightest resistance to stunners like cold ice and rain.

Zhang Zhenren is also salivating for the cold ice and rain, if it weren't for the master-apprentice relationship, he would have taken her into his pocket a long time ago.

In his eyes, even if Qin Lang is the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor, after all, he has seven emotions and six desires, and he naturally can't refuse beauty.

"Mole ant, dare to talk about the conditions of the emperor, and dare to calculate the emperor, your sin is unforgivable!"

Qin Lang said coldly.

Rumble!

A powerful qi machine, like a blade, instantly appeared in the sky above Qin Lang Zhihai.

The blade-like qi machine slashed down blatantly against the foreign divine thoughts that came from the invasion.

Seeing that Qin Lang didn't move, Han Bingyu thought that he was defeated by Shizun's divine thoughts in one fell swoop and became a nerd.

So she was secretly happy in her heart, looked at the ancient sword of the green mantle, and wanted to fly up again, taking the opportunity to take away the ancient sword.

Yes...

Suddenly, a miserable cry came out of Zhang Zhen's mouth, his illusory body was constantly shaking, his hands were covering his head, and it seemed that he would collapse at any time.

"Master!"

Seeing this, Han Bingyu was shocked, and his face had already lost his composure.

Qin Lang suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Zhenren, glanced at Zhang Zhenren with an indifferent and profound gaze, and said, "Die!"

Qin Lang's left palm flipped over, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, and a powerful palm force fell on Zhang Zhenren's illusory body.

This palm is the Izumo of the heavenly machine hand!

"No..."

Zhang Zhen let out a frightened scream, but the illusory body was immediately slapped away by a palm, and the screams collapsed.

Han Bingyu's eyes were a little dull at this time, watching his master's divine thoughts stored on the talisman seal being slapped away by Qin Lang, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Qin Lang's body slowly fell, and as soon as his hand stretched out, the Green Mantis Ancient Sword seemed to be attracted by something and flew down in his hand.

The Green Claw Ancient Sword made a buzzing sound, and it seemed to be very cheerful.

"Green mantle, it's been dusty for a long time. ”

Qin Lang's hand caressed the sword body, as if he was stroking his own child.

"Qin Lang, the Green Leeches Ancient Sword is mine. ”

Han Bingyu's tone was a little weak, but she was still struggling to ask for it, and the Green Cantile Ancient Sword was a great temptation for her.

Qin Lang turned around and said lightly: "Cold Ice Rain, you just said that the Green Claw Ancient Sword has virtue and ability, and now I have even killed your master's divine thoughts, and you still have the face to ask for it?"

This sentence, like a few slaps, slapped Han Bingyu's face, and her face suddenly became flushed.

As if thinking of something, Icy Rain raised her head and slowly took off her coat.

"As long as you give me the Green Mantis Ancient Sword, then I am yours, and I can do whatever you want. ”

Icy Rain's voice became low, as if she was making a big decision, and she gritted her silver teeth.

As she spoke, the clothes on her body had already been taken off, and a white and flawless body, which made people have infinite reverie, and made men unable to refuse appeared in front of Qin Lang.

She was tall and tall, without a trace of fat on her body, and two red cherries were set in the towering peaks.

Han Bingyu has great confidence in her body, and she believes that no man in the world will reject her.

Qin Lang is so good, it seems that being his own Taoist companion is also an excellent choice.

Thinking of this, Han Bingyu's face became even more blushing, like a ripe tomato.

Qin Lang indifferently looked at the clothes on his body that had faded off one by one, and when the naked carcass appeared in front of him, he didn't have any thoughts about this carcass.

No matter how beautiful the cold ice rain is, no matter how it overwhelms the country and the city, how can it compare to the love of his previous life?

Sha Yue is the empress of the gods!

Her cultivation is thorough, almost on par with herself.

Compared with the empress's covering of the moon, the cold rain is like fireflies and the sun and the moon.

However, Han Bingyu had even been mentally prepared to hand over his body to Qin Lang in this sword room.

Although it was a little hasty, for the sake of the Qing Yan Ancient Sword, she couldn't care so much.

"Put on your clothes, I have no interest in you, in your body, and I want you to be self-respecting. ”

Qin Lang said coldly, and he lowered his gaze to the depths of the Sword Sea.

He no longer looked at the cold rain.

"Qin Lang, you..."

Han Bingyu's face was hot and painful, she couldn't imagine that Qin Lang would ignore herself so much.

Where in the world is there a man who has no interest in his body?

"You're not a man!"

Tears from the cold rain flowed down, and she looked at Qin Lang's back and yelled at him.

"Whether I'm a man or not, it doesn't matter what you say, if you don't want to be seen later, you'd better put your clothes on. ”

Qin Lang didn't look back, but looked at the depths of the Sword Sea.

Han Bingyu stared at Qin Lang with resentful eyes, then put on his clothes and stood behind him without saying a word.

"The Green Frog Ancient Sword is not suitable for you, although it is consistent with the exercises you practice, it is difficult for you to integrate and communicate with it. ”

Qin Lang said lightly, he slowly closed his eyes, and a trace of divine thought instantly sank into the depths of the sword sea, and after about a few breaths, a white long sword appeared in his hand.

The white sword has a dull luster, and the blade seems to have rusted, but even after thousands of years, there is still a cold and fierce aura on it.

"This sword can be fused well with your exercises, and it is more suitable for you than the Green Mantis Ancient Sword. ”

Qin Lang threw the sword out as he spoke, and the white long sword stuck on the ground in front of Han Bingyu.

The white sword trembled slightly, as if it wanted to leap out.

The cold rain is hesitating.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, if I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you!"

Qin Lang expected what Han Bingyu was thinking in his heart, so he said lightly.

"Hmph, Qin Lang, I will believe you once today, sooner or later I will kill you one day!"

Icy Rain snorted softly and drew his sword.

The white long sword was handed, and suddenly a cold meaning passed through the hilt of the sword into the palm of his hand.