"Boy, I see where you're going. ”

"It's really daring to dare to kill the martial artist of my Five Poison Sect. ”

"Anyone who dares to touch my Great Heavenly Demon Sect will die. ”

Behind Jun Han, more than a dozen disciples surrounded Jun Han, they were holding swords, and their bodies exuded a strong murderous aura.

Jun Han looked at these disciples, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes: "Two silver-robed disciples, ten white-robed disciples!"

"It's a little tricky, but it's not a problem. ”

Jun Han held the dragon madness in his hand, facing more than a dozen disciples, a pair of bright starry eyes exuded spiritual light, and the murderous aura faintly emanated from the black mask, a young man in the spirit stage of the Yellow Spirit Realm actually burst out with a wild momentum like a fierce beast.

"This kid...... What kind of momentum is it?" muttered a silver-robed cultist with a frightened look on his face.

"Pretending to be a ghost, he's just a student of the spirit stage in the Yellow Spirit Realm, give it to me!"

Another silver-robed cultist holding a crescent scimitar roared, raised his scimitar, and rushed straight towards Jun Han.

"Tianxin Sword Technique!"

Layers of sword qi appeared on the body of the silver-robed disciple, and as the silver-robed disciple slashed down, the huge sword that was several zhang long was like a broken bamboo, and went straight to Jun Han and roared.

Seeing this scene, a slight sneer appeared on the faces of the dozen or so silver-robed disciples.

This blow was enough to kill a martial artist in the post-spirit stage of the Yellow Spirit Realm, let alone a kid in the spirit stage of the Yellow Spirit Realm.

And the next moment, everyone's eyes widened as they looked at the ghostly figure on the hillside.

"Die!"

Jun Han's broken sword was raised, and a full thirty-six sword qi roared towards the silver-robed disciple in all directions, causing the silver-robed disciple's face to change in shock, and he immediately waved his scimitar to resist, but Jun Han's thirty-six sword qi was too fast.

Like a storm of blades, the silver-robed cultist was involved, and the silver-robed cultist's flesh and blood flew all over the place, and under the attack of thirty-six sword qi, countless tiny blood holes broke out on his body.

"How is this possible? A young man in the spirit stage of the Yellow Spirit Realm can actually cultivate the sword technique to such a realm?"

"We underestimated the enemy, this kid is not the combat power of the Spirit Stage in the Yellow Spirit Realm at all!"

The disciples all looked solemn and glanced at each other, and another silver-robed disciple said in a loud voice, "Let's go together!"

Whew!

Dozens of sword qi rushed up into the sky, like a rain that broke into the sky and went straight to Jun Han to greet him, these sword qi were all emitted by the martial artists of the post-spirit stage of the Yellow Spirit Realm, and their power was extremely powerful.

Jun Han's whole body was mobilized, and he stepped on the dragon beard step and rushed straight towards more than a dozen disciples.

On the hillside, a wave of wind and air suddenly set off, and the sound of sword strikes echoed in the hollow valley in the valley.

Ding Ding!

The swords of more than a dozen warriors blocked all of Jun Han's retreats.

Shockingly, Jun Han didn't seem to have any intention of retreating at all, he turned the dragon madness, and a roar-like moan came from Jun Han's throat.

"Pick the knife: the flying lion is in the sky!"

Swish!

Han Mang appeared, Jun Han jumped high like a mad dragon, and with it flew up the head of a disciple, blood sprayed down, staining a piece of land red.

Killing a cultist, Jun Han didn't pause for a moment, and went straight to the next person.

The disciples wanted to raise their swords to resist, but Jun Han's invincible wild momentum went straight to the hearts of the disciples, and the disciples were completely suppressed by Jun Han's powerful aura, and there was no room for resistance at all.

Sonorous!

In the blink of an eye, five human heads fell, and Jun Han slowly walked towards the other disciples in the blood rain, as if a god of death was ruthlessly harvesting life.

"Demonic ...... He's a demon......"

The silver-robed warrior exclaimed, click, the next moment, he had already separated his body and became a corpse.

Seeing that even the silver-robed disciples were not Jun Han's opponents, the remaining disciples completely lost their fighting spirit and fled backwards in horror one by one.

"The Devil...... The devil who kills without blinking an eye......"

Several white-robed disciples threw away their weapons and fled towards the forest behind them, Jun Han wanted to chase and kill, at this moment, Jun Han's head shook, and in his spiritual perception, there was an extremely strong aura that was rapidly approaching him.

"The martial artist of the Great Perfection of the Yellow Spirit Realm, it's not good!"

Jun Han paused, and just as he was about to escape, an incomparably sharp sword qi went straight towards Jun Han and attacked.

Soon!

This sword, piercing the void, was extremely sharp.

Between the lightning and flint, Jun Han didn't dare to pick up that sharp sword qi, because he could feel that it was a kind of Dacheng sword qi.

Not only that, but the owner of this sword qi also comprehended a certain sword momentum.

This sword, Jun Han can't withstand it.

Bite!

"What a sharp swordsmanship!"

Dragon's Blood!

Swish!

A series of blood beads spurted out from Jun Han's arm, and a large piece of flesh flew sideways, but this sword only injured Jun Han's flesh and blood, and did not touch the bones.

"Ah!!h

Jun Han's mind sank, and a heart-rending pain surged into his heart.

Jun Han, there's a big problem!

"It's someone from the Tianwu Hall again, could it be that you have something to do with that girl?" On the treetops, a golden-robed disciple came in the air, holding an ancient sword, with a graceful demeanor, looking at Jun Han, his eyes were full of coldness and disdain.

Jun Han covered the wound on his arm and looked at the golden-robed disciple not far away, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Golden-robed cultist!"

The strength of the golden-robed cultists is much stronger than that of the silver-robed cultists, even if it is Jun Han, he is definitely not the opponent of the golden-robed cultists.

Generally, the golden-robed disciples are ruthless characters in the Great Perfection of the Yellow Spirit Realm, and have high-level exercises or martial arts.

"Boy, how do you want to die?" the golden-robed cultist flew arrogantly and stood in front of Jun Han.

Whew!

Dozens of white-robed disciples and several silver-robed disciples also rushed over and surrounded Jun Han, even if Jun Han had three heads and six arms, he didn't want to rush out from among so many disciples.

"What are you still hesitating, kneel down and beg for mercy, I may give you a beautiful way to die, otherwise...... Hmph!" the golden-robed cultist slashed at a large tree next to him, and the tree shattered directly.

Desperate!

Jun Han fell into an unprecedented desperate situation.

Jun Han mentioned the dragon madness, his eyes were full of crazy colors, and suddenly, he injected all the dragon power into the dragon madness, and a broken knife glowed with an incomparably shining golden light at this moment.

"I only have one chance!"

Jun Han turned the dragon madness, stepped out, and shouted violently: "The dragon and lion are out of the abyss!"

The dragon power entered the dragon madness, and the entire broken knife shone brightly, and an extremely fierce sword momentum spread above Jun Han's dragon madness, Jun Han jumped up violently and slashed at the golden-robed disciple.

The golden-robed cultist's face changed in horror, brandishing his ancient sword, and bursting out dozens of sword qi.

At this moment, Jun Han's dragon beard step was in full swing, and he rushed straight to the miasma forest behind him.