"Han Jian!

Hengjiang frowned and stopped Han Jian. Bayi Chinese.com ≥≤≤.≥8≈1≥Z≈≠.≥C≥O≠M≠

Han Jian turned a deaf ear, but instead held the sword of the split scene in his hand, laughing wildly and dancing the sword wildly, as if he was enchanted and crazy.

Sword qi swayed out from Han Jian's hand, and it seemed that a layer of light curtain surrounded Han Jian.

Hengjiang was going to take Han Jian down, but now that he saw that Han Jian had such strength on the way to the sword, he temporarily suppressed his desire to subdue Han Jian. Hengjiang could see that after Han Jian had cultivated his magic skills, his current cultivation was only afraid that he was no longer under him and Dugu Xin. So Hengjiang only took out the Qinglian spear and guarded it in front of the mourning hall, so as not to be attacked by the sword qi in Han Jian's hand. Hengjiang could only do this, otherwise if he rushed forward, he would inevitably have to fight with Han Jian.

In terms of cultivation, Han Jian doesn't seem to be under the Hengjiang River where he has cultivated to the level of the Night Tour of the Divine Soul Realm, but in terms of strength, Han Jian can't fight Hengjiang. The reason why Hengjiang didn't do anything to Han Jian was because he was not sure that he would control Han Jian without hurting Han Jian. And it is very likely that when subduing Han Jian, he couldn't grasp the proportion, so he beheaded this junior brother with one sword......

The mourning hall is arranged outside the Xuanming Tower, where the former platform was located.

The place is spacious.

You can see the top of Xuanming Mountain upwards, the snow that does not melt all year round, and you can see the inner gate archway of Xuanming Dojo downward, the line of sight crosses the archway, and continues to go down, you can see the many buildings of Xuanming Mountain at a glance, and you can see the stepped road extending down from the top of the mountain, such as a snake, passing through the mountain gate at the foot of Xuanming Mountain, and then disappearing in sight.

It is precisely because of this that the bronze bell hanging on the Xuanming Tower, every time it is struck, the sound of the bronze bell can resound throughout the entire Xuanming Mountain, which is clear and even deafening.

"Hahahaha......"

Han Jian laughed heroically and laughed presumptuously.

He had cultivated to the realm of the divine soul, and when he looked up and laughed, his voice was not much worse than when the bronze bell of the Xuanming Tower was ringed, and even the penetrating power of the sound was even higher than that of the bronze bell.

The entire Xuanming Dojo, up and down, heard Han Jian's laughter.

The disciples had been busy for a long time because of the funeral, and now they heard the sudden laughter from the direction of the tower, so they went out one after another and rushed to the place where the mourning hall was located.

Whoosh!

A stream of fine light emerged in the night, galloping on Xuanming Mountain.

The Xuanming Dojo has long had a rule that it is not allowed to cast flying spells at will within the master's sect, so as not to stir up the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth in the mountains and affect the cultivation of the same sect. However, tonight, everyone felt that the laughter came strangely, and they were anxious, for fear that there would be any chaos in the mourning hall, and they were also afraid that Hengjiang and Han Jian, who were guarding the mourning hall, would do something, so they put aside the rules of the division for the time being, each used his own means, showed his own Taoist skills, and rushed to the Xuanming Tower.

The speed of the disciples of the Immortal Sect is so fast.

From Han Jian's laughter spreading throughout the Xuanming Dojo, to the disciples flying to Xuanming Mountain, it was only a short time of more than ten breaths, and everyone had already gathered in the square outside the tower.

At this time, Han Jian was still laughing, but the laughter was not as crazy as it was at the beginning.

Many Xuanming disciples stared at Han Jian, their hearts were uncertain, and their expressions were different.

Because Han Jian is a true disciple and his identity is extraordinary, although everyone has doubts in their hearts, they don't dare to ask more, and only look at Hengjiang. Because one is that Hengjiang is also a true disciple, and the other is that Hengjiang and Han Jian are guarding in the mourning hall together, if something really happens, Hengjiang must also know the cause and effect of the matter.

"Wu Guan!" Hengjiang flicked his sleeves and shouted into the crowd.

"What do you command, senior brother?" Wu Guan stepped out of the crowd and bowed to Hengjiang.

Hengjiang shouted, causing all the surrounding Xuanming disciples to look at him, but Han Jian didn't react, as if his ears had been abandoned and he had become deaf.

"Go and inform Brother Dugu!" Hengjiang flicked his sleeves and pointed directly at the courtyard of the true disciple.

"Honorable Order!" Wu Guan took out two talismans, put them on his legs, and galloped away like the wind.

"Uncle, doesn't the master have a method of interrogation, why do you have to ask someone to invite it?" Li Lanlan asked from a distance, and then looked at Dugu Xin, who was like crazy, a little cowardly, worried that Han Jian, who laughed out loud without knowing anything, would suddenly go crazy and shoot at the same door.

Han Jian laughed loudly, and his voice spread throughout the mountains, if Brother Dugu could hear it, he would come earlier than you. Since he couldn't hear the laughter, he probably arranged soundproof formations in the courtyard, and maybe other formations. If the method of flying sword transmission cannot be transmitted to Brother Dugu, he still has to send someone to invite him after all. Instead of doing more, it is better to let Wu Guan go there in person. Hengjiang's brows were already furrowed, and his eyes were still fixed on Han Jian when he spoke, and he never looked away.

Han Jian's laughter gradually stopped.

The madness in his eyes gradually disappeared.

As soon as he came to his senses, Han Jian's expression changed greatly.

He already knew that laughing here tonight had disturbed the tranquility of the master's sect, and at the same time, it was also a great disrespect to his master Chen Caozhi.

"Enough laughing?" Hengjiang stared at Han Jian with a cold expression.

Han Jian knelt in front of the mourning hall and said nothing.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap that shook the heavens.

But the stars were still clear in the night sky, the moon was hanging high, and there was not a trace of clouds.

Such a thunderbolt without warning had appeared once in the Xuanming Dojo not long ago.

It was the thunder of heaven and earth that was triggered when the Hengjiang River broke through.

"Kneel here and reflect on it!"

Hengjiang glanced at Han Jian deeply, then looked in the direction where the thunder came from, and flew into the air.

When Hengjiang was about to fly away from the tower square, Wu Guan had already rushed from the mountain and shouted at Hengjiang: "Senior Brother Heng! Senior Brother Dugu's courtyard gate is closed, protected by heavy formations, I can't enter while standing outside the courtyard, I can only watch from afar, but I see the wind blowing in the courtyard, and the scene where you broke through your cultivation and attracted thunder that night is very similar." ”

How much more similar......

It's exactly the same scene, repeated after many days.

Bang!

The thunder continued.

When Hengjiang came to the outside of Duguxin's courtyard, there was already a lightning bolt in the air, which slashed from the depths of the clouds, directly piercing the formation arranged by Duguxin in the courtyard.

Thunder entered the hospital, the light was bright, and the courtyard was transparent.

Dugu Xin's yard has always been planted with flowers, even if Dugu Xin went to the abyss hell, he never came back for a long time, so the place exists by the formation, guarding the flowers in the courtyard, so it is still lush and beautiful. Now when the thunder of heaven and earth strikes, the wind blows, and the ground is full of broken flowers, and the eyes are full of desolation.

In the study where Dugu Xin was, the window had already been opened.

It can be seen that many incense candles are lit in the room, wafting with curling green smoke, entwined into two smoke dragons.

Dugu Xin's chest rose and fell slightly, and he was breathing slowly.

She has inhaled through her nose and exhaled with her lips,

The breath exhaled was not half variegated, but the breath exhaled from the nose dragged two smoke dragons composed of incense smoke in the room, and poured into Duguxin's mouth and nose.

A small person, from the place where the Baihui acupoint on the top of Dugu Xin's head is located, slowly rose.

The soul is out of the shell!

Night Tour is coming soon!

The thunder flashed, dazzling, and slashed.

The spirit on Dugu Xin's head, as well as her body sitting on the futon, shook gently with the thunder bombardment.

Hengjiang held the Qinglian spear in his hand, flew outside the courtyard formation, and stabbed with his gun.

But at this moment, Hengjiang saw Dugu Xin, who was sitting in the study in the distance, with a hint of indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, smiling and shaking his head at him.

In the abyss hell, the two fought side by side, and they had a tacit understanding with each other against the enemies of the abyss demons. Now without half a sentence, Hengjiang saw Dugu Xin's smiling and shaking his head, and knew that Dugu Xin was safe and sound at the moment, and without his help, he pinched out a trick, performed the Blue Sky Capture Moon Technique, and stepped back slightly with the Qinglian Spear.

However, many female disciples in the Xuanming Dojo were shocked by Dugu Xin's shaking his head and smiling.

This kind of surprise is not frightened, but amazed!

Just because when Dugu Xin's soul shook his head, the crown on the head of the soul was shattered by the thunder remaining on the surface of Dugu Xin's soul, so Dugu Xin's head lost its restraints, and the green silk was like a waterfall, sprinkled on Dugu Xin's shoulders, coupled with her already flawless face, it was simply beautiful.

Dugu Xin was originally a woman, but she was wearing the standard robe of the Xuanming Dojo, dressed as a male disciple, so that in addition to her alluring appearance, there was also a kind of man's handsomeness, so her whole person was filled with an unparalleled sense of neutral beauty.

This kind of charm may not be appreciated by men.

But for some women, this neutral charm is like a deadly poison, fatal with one blow, and it is difficult to extricate themselves!

Many Xuanming female disciples were stunned when they saw it.

Half an hour later, the thunder was gone.

Dugu Xin's seven-inch-tall spirit floated out of the window of the study, broke the formation she had arranged in the courtyard with a wave of her hand, and with a cloud of smoke under her feet, she came to the courtyard and walked around, and then returned to the room, and the spirit sank into her body. Then he stood up, left the study, and opened the courtyard door.

Everyone congratulated Duguxin on breaking through to the realm of night travel.

Yokoe also admired in his heart, thinking: "When I broke through to the night tour, my soul could only swim at night in the room, but Brother Dugu could fly around in the courtyard with a cloud of smoke turned by a cloud of incense, which is much stronger than me." It seems that the talent and qualifications of cultivation have a great impact on the cultivation of immortals. My qualifications are not as good as Brother Dugu, and I am much worse in all aspects. As the saying goes, diligence can make up for clumsiness, and the stupid bird flies first......"

"Senior Brother Dugu! Senior Brother Han Jian was originally ordered to guard the spirit of Uncle Chen Caozhi, but for some reason, Senior Brother Han suddenly laughed wildly and danced his sword indiscriminately, if it weren't for Senior Brother Heng blocking the front of the mourning hall, it is possible that Senior Brother Chen Caozhi's mourning hall has been cut in half by Senior Brother Han......'s sword!

Wu Guan stood in front of Dugu Xin at an inopportune time, talked for a while, and said: "Senior Brother Han Jian roared in the Spirit Hall, please also ask Senior Brother Dugu to decide!"

Dugu Xin groaned slightly, then arched his hand towards Hengjiang and said: "I just broke through to the realm of night travel tonight, and I still need to meditate and practice qi, warm my soul with incense, and consolidate my cultivation, and this matter will be handled by Brother Heng." ”

Hengjiang nodded and returned to the Xuanming Tower.

Han Jian was still kneeling in the mourning hall, facing Chen Caozhi's coffin, not saying a word.

Many Xuanming disciples followed Hengjiang.

The Qinglian spear held in Hengjiang's hand has not been put down, and now that he is approaching the mourning hall again, Hengjiang holds the tip of the gun in his hand and swings it hard!

Syllable!

The barrel of the gun struck Han Jian's back like a whip, tearing Han Jian's robe apart, leaving an eye-catching scar on Han Jian's back.