Chapter 367: Kunlun's Sword, Heavenly Clan's Sword!
"Don't fight, okay?"
She looked at him with a look of hope. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
He looked at her with a blank expression.
The brilliance on her face gradually dimmed, and she said with tears: "Then kill me!"
She closed her eyes.
He raised his hand.
He's going to kill her.
......
At this time, Han Tan's body moved, but he appeared several miles away.
"No!"
Han Tan yelled, his face was pale, and he vomited blood, he wanted to appear in front of Han Zhu, but he appeared here.
His supernatural powers, influenced by her.
Miles away, not far.
But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't stop Futu from being fearless.
But he still frantically swept there, but he could only watch, the man's hand, slapped towards the cold pestle, too late to stop-
Han Zhu did not resist in the slightest, she closed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth smiled, very happy.
She is happy, because he killed her with his own hands, even if this is just a clone of her condensed with aura, but this is still her.
Kill her, and she'll die.
Because she doesn't want to live anymore.
Dead at the hands of the person she loves the most, she is very happy.
As long as she is dead, they will not fight again.
She waited for death.
......
Just as Fu Tu's fearless hand was about to touch Han Zhu's forehead, a magnificent and huge loud bang came, roaring monstrously—
"Horn!"
The aftermath rolled, and the cold and snow stopped for a moment, and then continued to fall.
Han Tan stopped, and the anxiety in his eyes disappeared.
Fu Tu's fearless hand also stopped, and the hideousness in his eyes was especially there, but it was also much calmer.
Fu Tu Fearless looked at Han Tan a mile away, and then turned to leave, his figure flickering, and there was no trace of a few breaths, only a voice came, and it was endless for a long time.
"The wolf swallows the moon, the top of Pingyang City, a battle of life and death, cause and effect are eliminated-"
Han Zhu opened his eyes and looked in the direction he left, tears streaming down his face.
The sound of the Buddha reverberates, and the fearless voice of the Buddha also reverberates.
The monk clasped his hands together and stepped on the lotus.
He didn't chant the scriptures, he was pale.
"Amitabha—"
The dustless monk gave a salute and said to Han Zhu, "It's too late!"
yes, it's too late.
The monk sighed inwardly:
If Han Zhu had appeared earlier, Fu Tu Daring would not have taken the initiative to enter the demon, and this battle would not have happened.
"I've seen the master of Tianlong Temple!" Han Zhu retracted his gaze, put his hands together and said, "I don't know if the master may help me?"
Han Tan came to Han Qi's side and didn't say a word.
The monk shook his head and said, "The little monk is not a master—"
Han Tan said with a smile: "If you have mastered the mantra of the word 'horn' in the six-character mantra of Buddhism, you are not a master, who is a master?"
The monk still shook his head and said to Han Zhu: "The little monk is incompetent-"
He answered her question, he really couldn't do anything, and the Buddhist mantra could only make Fu Tu Wuxing sober up for a moment.
"Little monk farewell!"
Dustless salute, and then the Buddha's clothes swayed, and Tianlong took eight steps, rushing to the direction of Futu's fearless departure.
......
Han Tan turned around, looked at the girl, and said, "Xiaoqi, do you blame me?"
Han Zhu shook his head, how can this be strange?
Although the matter of his father is indeed over, he is a father after all.
Now that the eldest brother pays off the debt on behalf of his father, how can it be blamed?
This battle can't be stopped.
This is the grudge between the previous generation and the wolf, this is the revenge of the killing, how can she stop him?
As for the eldest brother, he will not be timid.
Because he is not just him, he is also the descendant of the Han family, and he is the crown prince of Daehan.
In this battle, someone is destined to die.
However, she did not want to, nor did she want to see any of them lose their lives.
Han Zhu lowered her head, her eyes lit up, and when she looked up, the light disappeared as if it had never been.
"Big brother, let's get together in the yang hole. ”
With that, the shadow dissipated.
Seeing this scene, Han Tan couldn't help but feel stunned, the little guy who was coquettish in his arms, the little guy who was a man since he was a child, had grown up.
Thinking of the ridiculous things she did in those years, Han Tan couldn't help but smile.
It was only a few months ago that he learned that his second brother was his daughter.
......
The old capital is south-northwest.
On the ground, there was a man in white with a sword, motionless.
Behind him, a black coat fluttered in the wind, and the hood was blown up, revealing a terrifying face that was enough to make a child stop crying.
This is a pale face, and on this face, there are hideous cracks, this is a wound, this is a curse.
An hour has passed.
The man in white did not move, and although the wind danced, it did not blow his black hair.
The battle in the distance is over, and it has not yet begun.
No!
It's already begun, and from the moment the man in black appeared, the battle had begun, but no one had made a move.
"Kunlun's sword?"
The man spoke, his voice hoarse, like a rusty knife unsheathed, especially piercing.
The man in white turned around, his momentum was superior, but he was not sure that he would keep this person, so he turned around.
In this way, the balance is evenly matched.
Kendaozi looked at that strange face, frowned slightly, and said, "The sword of the Heavenly Clan?"
After speaking, his brow soothed.
Also, that kind of unique sword edge can only be controlled by the Celestial Clan.
The Celestial Clan, the first among all the races outside the sky!
But it is also this clan that is most entangled with the mountain realm, this clan is not like other hundred tribes, with the human race as the treasure pill, what they pursue is the Tao, all the Taoism in the mountain realm.
The clan wants to control the heavens and achieve godlessness.
It is rumored that the nine-character mantra of Daomen has become what it is today, and it is incomplete because of the Heavenly Clan.
"Sword, please!"
The Celestial Clan's sword spoke again, his tone solemn.
The sword daozi's qi became weaker and weaker, and seeing this scene, the sword expression of the Celestial Clan became more and more solemn.
Although he is in the Law Realm, but in this place, he has to suppress Xiu Wei, and even if the Heavenly Demon is him, he does not want to provoke easily.
Coupled with the heavenly curse of the will of the mountain realm, now he can only exert the cultivation of the earthly evil realm.
And the Kunlun Sword in front of him is the pinnacle of life, and it is not far from the earth.
Therefore, he must not be careless.
"Boom!"
The man of the Heavenly Clan took out his sword, turned his hand into a knife, and slashed at the sword path a hundred zhang away.
With this knife, his right arm cracked, and blood was dripping with blood.
But he didn't care, but stared at the knife closely.
Phew!
The man in white who looked like an ordinary person pointed like a sword, and a wisp of sword slashed out, shooting towards the sword.
Rumble!
A loud bang set off a blizzard.
When the blizzard stopped, it was muddy for miles, and all the snow melted.
The two are still separated.
With a snort, the man in white had one sleeve, his shoulder was broken, and there was a faint blood stain on his left shoulder.
"I lost!"
Kendo said calmly.
The sword of the Heavenly Clan shook his head, turned around and left, he in the earthly realm, he couldn't kill this person, and it was useless to stay longer.
But at this moment, the voice of the man in white came again, and the sword of the Celestial Clan stopped.
"But since we met, then you will stay here forever—"
The man in white draws his sword.
The Celestial Clan man turned around, and a long knife appeared without a trace.
Kunlun's sword.
The Celestials' Sword.
Who will break today?