In Chang'an in September, the autumn breeze is in full swing.

In front of Weiyang Palace, in this autumn wind, some people were dumbfounded, some people smiled at the corners of their mouths, some people looked stunned, and some people were jealous.

"Why is he?" Zhu Xian saw the young man who suddenly appeared, and his heart was shocked, he subconsciously looked at the woman in Tsing Yi behind him, but the other party just shook his head lightly at him, and didn't say much.

Zhao Xingyu's brows furrowed, he had never seen this person, but from the appearance of the people around him and Yuwen Nanjing's excited look, it was not difficult for him to guess the identity of the other party, so his heart almost sank to a low point at that time.

Of course, compared to everyone's surprise in one way or another, Mr. Lu's mood was even more turbulent.

He stared at the figure standing on the black sword for a long time, and only after a long time did he mutter, "You... You're still alive. ”

The person who came was naturally Xu Han, facing Mr. Lu's surprise, his face was extremely calm, and he smiled: "Xu's life is a little harder, which disappoints Mr. Lu." ”

After saying this, the young man seemed to have lost interest in talking to Mr. Lu, he turned his head to look at Yuwen Nanjing, who was embarrassed behind him, but with a rich smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'm sorry, I met something, it's too late." ”

Yuwen Nanjing shook her head again and again, there was no longer that indifferent emperor appearance, at this moment she seemed to have changed back to the quiet and kind Qin Keqing in the Linglong Pavilion, she smiled sweetly, her eyebrows and eyes curved into the moon in the sky: "It's okay, I know you will come." ”

"Well, I'll leave it to you. Xu Han gave her a deep look, and then turned his head again, facing the army of tens of thousands of people standing at the gate of the entire Weiyang Palace.

Most of the people present were shocked by the momentum displayed on Xu Han's body at this time, and even the immortal Zhao Chu looked at Xu Han with a vigilant expression. But only that Zhao Xingyu seemed to be out of the situation, he stared at the conversation between Xu Han and Yuwen Nanjing, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense.

Xu Han's every move seemed so hateful and hateful to him at the moment.

He couldn't understand where he was worse than Xu Han, he was young and promising, and he was the nephew of Zhao Chu, the king of Zhao, Xiuwei had already arrived in the realm of leaving the earth, and he was only one foot away from the Great Yan Realm under the immortals. Thinking of this, Zhao Xingyu couldn't hold back the anger in his heart after all, he stepped forward and scolded Xu Han angrily: "You villain, you are full of meaty words, and you don't know the severity. How can this military event be something that a reckless man like you can talk about, isn't it really that there is no one in my Great Zhou Dynasty?"

Hearing this, Xu Han turned his head to look at Zhao Xingyu for the first time, he frowned slightly, and then asked, "Who are you?"

This is not that Xu Han deliberately humiliated, but that he had indeed never met Zhao Xingyu, so naturally he couldn't talk about acquaintance.

It's just that some speakers have no intention, but listeners have hearts.

Zhao Xingyu obviously regarded Xu Han's words as mockery, his face suddenly turned crimson, and he was about to scold something, but at that time, Yuwen Nanjing, who was behind Xu Han, suddenly stepped forward and whispered in Xu Han's ear: "Zhao Chu's nephew, he has been loyal to me for more than a year. ”

"Hmm. In that case, then you can go, I have left you this life. Xu Han said when he heard this.

Such words undoubtedly stimulated the resentment in Zhao Xingyu's heart even more at this moment, and he said: "Don't be ashamed, how can I, Zhao Xingyu, a dignified seven-foot man, need your charity to live!?"

Zhao Xingyu said this, the long sword at his waist was unsheathed, and his body slashed straight towards Xu Han.

Xu Han's eyes narrowed when he saw this, one of his hands suddenly stretched out, and his index finger and ring finger clamped out of thin air, and Zhao Xingyu's sword blade was imprisoned by Xu Han, although Zhao Xingyu had the heart to break free from such a bondage, but Xu Han's seemingly slender fingers were like Mount Tai and he couldn't move even if he tried his best.

"Why rush to find death?" Xu Han said with a smile, and then his fingertips exerted a slight force, and the sword carefully built by the master in Zhao Xingyu's hand was shattered inch by inch from Xu Han's fingertips at this moment, and finally the force came along the blade, and Zhao Xingyu's body flew out upside down and fell to the ground fiercely as if it had been seriously injured.

And Xu Han, who had done this, didn't look at Zhao Xingyu without looking at him, but turned his head to look at Mr. Lu, who seemed to be still in some kind of shock, and smiled again: "Mr. still has seventy breaths to spare." ”

Hearing this, Mr. Lu's face suddenly froze, and he pointed at Xu Han and said angrily: "Xu Han, you!"

"Little arrogance!" And at this time, Zhao Chu, who was standing in the sky, seemed to be also angered by Xu Han's arrogance, he shouted violently, and the blood qi on the body of the Xingtian Sword in his hand surged, and the blood-colored Shura roared wildly under Zhao Chu's urging, roaring and killing Xu Han.

"Lost the old master so soon?" Xu Han raised his eyebrows when he saw this, his body standing on the hilt of the sword remained motionless, and then a punch suddenly slammed straight towards the killing Shura.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and the rolling wind swept away.

Xu Han's body was still unmoving, but the blood-colored Shura, who could even cut off the appearance of a true dragon, let out a wail and flew out upside down.

"Sir, there are still sixty breaths to spare. Xu Han laughed again, and as soon as these words fell, the toes of his feet on the hilt of the sword slammed into force, and his body exploded like an arrow from the string.

In an instant, he came to Zhao Chu, who was urging this blood-colored Shura, and raised another fist, and slammed Zhao Chu's face door fiercely.

Zhao Chu's heart was shocked, and only then did he come back to his senses from the strange scene of the defeat of the bloody Shura, and he hurriedly raised his sword across his chest, wanting to block Xu Han's fierce punch.

Clang!

The Xingtian Sword, known as the ancient fierce sword, collided with Xu Han's fist body, but it let out a golden roar, and then Zhao Chu, who was an immortal, was stunned, and he flew out upside down like that Shura, and his body loaded into the crowd, arousing an exclamation.

Xu Han, who won the victory, looked at Mr. Lu again with a smile and said, "Fifty breaths!"

"Xiao'er is rampant!" Zhao Chu, who stood up from the ground in embarrassment, let out an angry roar, his body suddenly rushed out, and the Xingtian Sword in his hand was urged by him to the extreme at that time, and the rolling sword qi was wrapped in the sword body like a river and sea flowing backwards, and he killed Xu Han, and at that moment, the power that burst out from his body was like cutting the heavens and the earth, making the hearts of everyone present chill.

And on the other side, the Shura who was knocked away by Xu Han also regrouped at that time, and he also shouted violently and killed Xu Han from the other side with a bloody qi.

These two killing moves were all attack and killing techniques in the realm of immortals, and they had already exceeded the signs that ordinary monks could bear, even if they were only affected by the aftermath, and the faces of those armor soldiers who were densely packed under them were also ugly.

However, Xu Han, who was in the center of the two, had a calm face, and did not have half a different color because of this.

His body flew out suddenly, how could the speed of the flesh immortal realm be comparable to that of ordinary immortals, and when the two saw Xu Han fleeing, they hurriedly collected their own killing moves, lest the water wash away the Dragon King Temple.

And at this moment, Xu Han's body appeared behind Zhao Chu like a ghost.

"Uncle be careful!" Zhao Xingyu caught a glimpse of this scene and hurriedly reminded in a loud voice.

But how could the duel between the immortals be controlled by him, a monk who had left the earthly realm?

Xu Han clenched his fist with one hand and slammed into Zhao Chu's back at an astonishing speed, although Zhao Wang Ye heard Zhao Xingyu's reminder, he didn't have time to defend himself, so he could only eat Xu Han's punch.

And when that Shura saw that Zhao Chu was defeated, he was about to kill, but Xu Han sneered and said, "Puppet things, dare to shout?"

His hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Zhao Chu's shirt, and with the other hand, he turned his palm into a vertical slash and hit Zhao Chu's wrist holding the sword fiercely, and Zhao Chu, who had been injured one after another, let out a wail, and the Xingtian Sword in his hand suddenly fell off.

Xu Han threw Zhao Chu's body and let it fall, and the Xingtian Sword that flew out was also held in Xu Han's hand at this time, Xu Han, who was holding this sword, suddenly looked at the blood-colored Shura with a smile, squinted his eyes and said, "Now, you have to listen to me." ”

"Roar!" Shura let out an unwilling roar, but obviously did not dare to attack Xu Han because of some rules.

"If you want to devour the Lord, then you have to see if you have the ability. Xu Han said with a smile, and then slapped the body of the Heavenly Sword, and the sword escaped into the wooden box behind Xu Han at this time, and the Shura disappeared immediately after a roar.

After Xu Han finished doing this, he looked at the people under him again.

At this moment, in front of the Weiyang Palace, Ya Que was silent, and everyone looked at Xu Han with a sluggish and frightened expression, they couldn't have imagined that an immortal fell into Xu Han's hands like this, and even the other party didn't hurt Xu Han for half a point during the whole process.

What it means to be able to defeat an immortal so easily is naturally self-evident.

Probably Mr. Lu never thought that Xu Han, who was at his mercy back then, would grow into an immortal in just one and a half years...

Xu Han's body fell lightly, standing on the side of the pitch-black long sword, he looked at Mr. Lu again and said, "Mr. has you thought about it, you still have thirty breaths to spare." ”

Mr. Lu's old face was difficult to see at this time, if he was only surprised by Xu Han's appearance before, then a deep chill surged into his heart at this moment.

He understood that Xu Han at this moment was no longer the same as before, and he had the power to really threaten him.

"Xu... Xu Han..."The old man's voice became dry, he pointed at Xu Han and wanted to say something, but he didn't know whether it was fear or horror in his heart, and the old Confucian of the Great Zhou didn't say why.

"Twenty breaths. Xu Han didn't pay attention to Mr. Lu's strange appearance at this moment, he had a smile on his face, but he continued to read the time in a cold tone.

If it had been placed before, the armor soldiers present would naturally not have taken Xu Han's words to heart, and would probably only regard them as his casual nonsense, but after seeing Xu Han easily defeat that Zhao Wangye, they realized that Xu Han not only had such courage, but also had such strength.

For a moment, fear began to spread through the crowd, and inevitably, most of the people present also cast their eyes on Mr. Deer at this time. If Xu Han really wanted to kill them, it was obvious that Mr. Lu at this moment was their only chance of life.

Mr. Lu naturally felt this, his face became more and more ugly, he could only look at Xu Han and said bitterly: "Xu Han, do you really want to be so ruthless?"

"What is Mr. Lu talking about? Didn't Xu give you a chance to save the common people and live forever? Why don't you thank Xu, but blame me for being ruthless?" Xu Han asked with a puzzled face, and at the end of his words, he added: "There are only ten breaths left." ”

"Xu Han, aren't you afraid that the future generations will poke your backbone?" Mr. Lu scolded angrily, perhaps because of the panic in his heart, Mr. Lu at this time no longer has the usual calm and breezy appearance, but looks like the wicked woman who is spoofing.

"Xu is not afraid, but after Mr. Lu let these tens of thousands of armor soldiers accompany you to the funeral today, aren't you afraid that future generations will poke Mr. Wang's backbone?" Xu Han asked with a smile.

"You !!" Mr. Lu's face turned red, and he had to say something more.

But at this time, Xu Han's hand suddenly stretched out, his five fingers opened, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he said in his mouth: "Five breaths!"

Seeing that Xu Han's appearance didn't seem to be fake, Mr. Lu finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind, he shouted loudly: "Don't be confused by this thief, he is at the end of his crossbow at this moment, how can you be separated by thieves with one heart and one mind." Listen to my orders and behead this fang, I will show the Holy Emperor and show the merits of all the kings, and then the king will be just around the corner!"

Mr. Deer spoke loudly, but no one responded.

The armor soldiers present were not stupid people, Xu Han was a strong man who could easily cut down immortals under the horse, how could such an existence be matched by them? Mr. Lu's words were nothing more than hoping that they would use the advantage of numbers to drag Xu Han with their lives, and seek a glimmer of life for himself.

Thinking of this, instead of planning to make another move, those armorers looked at Mr. Deer with more and more cold eyes.

Mr. Deer felt this, and his face was even more difficult to see, and he opened his mouth to say something more, trying to encourage everyone to fight for his life.

At this time, Xu Han stretched out his hand but suddenly clenched it, and then he stepped forward and walked to Mr. Lu, and he asked softly: "The hundred breaths have arrived, has Mr. thought about whether to sacrifice his life for righteousness?"

Mr. Lu faced the coercion of the immortals that overflowed from Xu Han's body, Rao tried his best to resist, but he still couldn't help but lose his breath, and his lips trembled.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Xu Han looked up at the tens of thousands of armor soldiers behind him and said loudly: "Everyone, Mr. Lu seems to be a little reluctant, why don't you ask Mr. Lu for a while?"

Xu Han said this, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes revealed this oozing coldness.

Those armorers, you look at me, I look at you, and their eyes show hesitation.

"What? are you really as Mr. Lu said, you want to live and die with him?" Xu Han asked again, and as soon as these words fell, the black divine sword standing behind him suddenly burst out, hanging above his head, three thousand golden sword shadows appeared, the sword edge was sharp, and the majestic sword intent also rushed out at that time, enveloping everyone.

Under such intimidation, those armor soldiers froze, and the last line of defense in their hearts finally collapsed at this time.

One by one, they knelt down in place, and then shouted at Mr. Deer...

"Please sir, to death!"

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