Han Qianchuan is merry by nature, the nightingale sings and dances, no women are not happy, and his special good children are well known in Hanjiang City, but all this is just an illusion deliberately created by Han Qianchuan, using it as smoke, so that he can practice the superior method of supplementation obtained from the Demon Dao Tantric Hehuan Sect...... The Book of Shadows!

Now that he is twenty years old, he has already cultivated in the late stage of the congenital period, and among the Han family, it is only Han Wancheng, the master of the Han family, and Han Wanshan, the second elder.

Perennial soaking in ** color, Han Qianchuan is also very good at this, Hanjiang has double beauty, one is his half-sister Han Qianling, and the other is Elina, the daughter of the shopkeeper of Huichun Hall, Han Qianchuan has a lustful heart, and he does not have the lustful gall to touch his own sister.

Therefore, Alina, who is as famous as Han Qianling, has become a forbidden place in Han Qianchuan's heart, especially the exotic style of Alina, which is different from that of a woman in Middle-earth, makes him have a soft spot!

The Han family is the premier family in Hanjiang City, and they know very well that Jia Huo, the shopkeeper of the Rejuvenation Hall who is not amazing, hides an extremely huge amount of energy behind it, Han Qianchuan is afraid of this, so he does not use force against Alina, as for those people in Hanjiang City who covet Alina's beauty and have other intentions, most of them will disappear inexplicably the next day, and there will be no bones.

Han Qianchuan, who has been a "flower messenger" for many years, has long regarded Alina as his own woman, but he didn't expect that just one outing, when he came back, he saw Alina and a strange man behaving intimately, and Han Qianchuan, who was full of imagination, even thought of the beautiful scene of Alina and this strange man in bed, how could he not be jealous?

Seeing Mo Qingge's clear voice, he expected that he should not be very old, Han Qianchuan thought that among his peers, he was also a leader, except for the great ancestors, few people could compete with him, so he wanted to find a reason to kill and cripple Mo Qingge, but he didn't expect to accidentally kick the iron plate.

Now hearing Mo Qingge's words, Han Qianchuan forcibly suppressed the injuries in his body, and sneered: "If you have the ability, even if you let the horse come, it is still unknown who will kill the deer!"

"Then I'll play with you for a while and see how it ends!" Mo Qingge chuckled, strolled out, dragged out a long phantom, and in an instant, he had already come to Han Qianchuan's side.

The finger is a sword, and the invincible breaking finger power suddenly appears, condenses but does not disperse, turning into a three-foot-long, sword-like bright rainbow light, and slashes straight towards Han Qianchuan's neck!

Before the finger power arrived, Han Qianchuan already felt a chill in his neck, and after being frightened, he hurriedly retreated, narrowly avoiding this slash on the neck, and at the same time, he turned his wrist and held the gilded folding fan, pointing at Mo Qingge's heart.

Mo Qingge refers to the sword, swinging away Han Qianchuan's stab, and then the sword momentum changes, sometimes like a golden wind and drizzle, soft and silent, sometimes like the Yangtze River, mighty and majestic, between the moments, and carefully carved like a fly's head Xiaokai, extremely charming, after a blink of an eye, it is hearty and dripping like a wild scribble, wanton!

The golden wind drizzle sword of the Xuanshui Peak, the sword of the east flow of the great river, and the small Kai obtained by Zuoqiu Xihan when he was young, and the two swords of wild grass, a total of four swordsmanship, alternate cycles, swaying freehand spread out, straight like a continuous light and shadow, pouring out.

Under this dense rain-like offensive, Han Qianchuan defended more and attacked less, the gilded folding fan in his hand opened and closed suddenly, and there were countless amazing tricks hidden in the sweeping point, turning into a sealed fan shadow barrier, blocking the rainbow sword shadow.

Two vague figures moved in the field, splashing with energy, and the sound of "sonorous" was endless!

The onlookers were dazzled, and they only felt that the two of them were extremely subtle in their moves, and they couldn't help but secretly imagine that if they were to replace each other, how many moves could they insist on?

At this moment, Han Qianchuan seems to be on par with Mo Qingge, and it is difficult to distinguish between them, but in fact, he knows that the strength of the other party's sharp fingers is dedicated to breaking the true qi of the inner family, even if he continues to use the unique oblique method, there is still a little scattered qi rushing into the body along the gilded folding fan, the flesh and blood of the meridians are like being cut by a knife, and the pain is unbearable.

In addition, Han Qianchuan clearly sensed the sword momentum of the person in front of him, which became more and more mellow with the passage of time, and between the four sword styles, you have me, I have you, and there are signs of merging into a furnace!

Is this using me Han Qianchuan as a sharpening sword?

As soon as he thought of this, Han Qianchuan couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and he burst into a loud shout, and the gilded folding fan in his hand was used as a judge's pen, shaking his arm and stabbing wildly, turning into thousands of afterimages and flying out, blatantly facing the continuous light and shadow.

Mo Qingge took advantage of the trend and made the golden wind drizzle sword.

The golden wind was slaughtering, the drizzle was silent, the killing machine seemed to be nothing, the sword qi was endless, and while blocking the gilded folding fan's quick stab, he saw the stitches and inserted the needle, looking for a gap and entering, and in Han Qianchuan's hand and chest, several poignant blood flowers bloomed.

Han Qianchuan snorted, at the cost of several sword wounds on his body, he broke away from the enveloping range of Mo Qingge's sword momentum, and his figure flickered and flashed, and he swept away like a ghost!

"Can you escape?"

Mo Qingge laughed, there was no ridicule in the laughter, and then casually raised his finger, and the condensed and undispersed broken finger force on his finger suddenly turned into a flying rainbow, just like a glimpse of light, and shot towards Han Qianchuan's next foothold.

With a "poof", a cloud of blood mist erupted from Han Qianchuan's chest, and the invincible shattering fingers pierced through his chest and back, as easy and simple as entering rotten wood and decaying soil, Han Qianchuan's face appeared a strange flush, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, mixed with fine fragments of internal organs.

Han Qianchuan, who suffered heavy blows one after another, suddenly felt that his face was disgraced, his eyes were red, he was angry and angry, and he tried his best to urge his true qi, and the blood overflowing from the wound instantly volatilized into a mist, and he surged towards the gilded folding fan, which was infiltrated by the blood mist, glowing with hazy blood light, revealing a chilling ferociousness.

"I kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom!"

As the gilded folding fan in Han Qianchuan's hand slowly unfolded, a poignant and treacherous blood-colored flower bloomed in the air, although the surrounding martial artists were nearly ten zhang away, they were still affected by the killing intent on the flower, and they only felt that their hands and feet were cold, and their limbs were stiff.

With the rich and pungent smell of blood wafting in the wind, the blood-colored flower on the other side is getting closer and closer, seeing such a magic technique for the first time, Mo Qingge's eyes can't help but light up, and he suddenly feels an eye-opener, and he no longer has half a sense of slack and slack in his heart.

The cold and killing fingers broke through the air, and the surrounding air currents were stirred by the chill in the fingers, turning into a cold wind that degraded the muscles and roared, and the ground "clicked", spreading a layer of ice crystal frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xiao Kill to Xiao Kill! The cold qi and the blood qi are intertwined, and finally with the Sen Han finger that freezes all the vitality, it goes deeper, and freezes the killing machine on the other side of the blood.

In the cold wind, the flowers on the other side of the blood withered and withered inch by inch, and the gilded folding fan held tightly in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang", Han Qianchuan's figure staggered back a few steps, his whole body was covered with a thin layer of frost, his face was pale, like a dead man, and the breath on his body was even more sluggish to the extreme, as if there was nothing!

Li Yaohua looked at Han Qianchuan, who had no strength to fight again, pouted with a red mouth, and said in disappointment: "This surnamed Han took the initiative to find trouble, I originally thought that he had some excellent kung fu under his hands, who would have thought that it would be so unhelpful, three moves and two strokes, it would not be able to support it, it is really useless!"

Alina shook her head and said disapprenously: "Actually, judging from Fang Cai's shot, although Han Qianchuan's character is not very good, his cultivation is close to the top ten masters of Hanjiang City, and the defeat is so miserable, it is just that Mo Gongzi's cultivation is too strong!"

Hearing the beauty's opinion, the warriors beside him also echoed and complimented him again and again, people like Han Qianchuan, except for the two evil demons, few people will have a good impression of him, most of them are disdainful and disgusted!

"Where did you come from, a wild boy, who dared to hurt someone from my Han family?"

At this moment, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded, like a scorched thunder on the ground, overwhelming the audience, and the ears of the martial artists in the field were buzzing, and the eardrums were tingling.

When Alina heard this slightly familiar voice, she couldn't help but say with a pale face: "It's Han Wancheng, the head of the Han family! In Hanjiang City, second only to the city lord Ling Chongxiao, the third master of the crazy Daoist of the Shenzhou Chamber of Commerce!"

Mo Qingge's eyes closed slightly, raised his eyes and looked out, the corners of his mouth showed a helpless and excited smile, the top ten bloody plots, today made him meet two in a row, first he was jealous, this time he was going to stage a small one, and the old one came!

However, judging from Fang Cai's shouting, this person's cultivation is quite good, and he is still above Xiao Dongting, better than Han Qianchuan who doesn't know what is ordinary.

Just right!

I just thought that Han Qianchuan's whetstone was not hard enough!