Seeing the long sword raised high, like a fierce beast devouring heaven and earth, the disciples guarding the Fenghan Pavilion were stunned, and fled towards the top of the mountain, like a wolf rushing to the top. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Shhh

Jun Qinghan's body shook, and an afterimage was pulled through the air, the speed was extremely fast, and the long sword slashed through the air, making a tearing sound, and the sharp light flashed, and instantly wiped his throat.

The disciples who guarded the gate suddenly froze in place, feeling endless sadness and coldness around them.

At the throat, a red mark slowly appeared, and then a trace of blood spilled out, and then the head was thrown high in the air, and the blood arrow spurted out of the neck, shooting into the air, like a red practice dancing in the air.

Landing the head, dead without looking away!

Jun Qinghan's face was numb and turned around, the cold light in his hand was even worse, and he walked towards the mountainside, ten inches in one step!

"Bold Jun Qinghan, you traitor, you dare to have the face to go back to Fenghan Pavilion, you are really looking for death, if you tie your hands, you will be capture......d" Ahead, the disciple of Fenghan Pavilion was condescending, looking at the green silk man in filial piety clothes with a domineering face.

Before he finished speaking, he only saw Jun Qinghan's wrist flip slightly, and there was no change after that, but he walked over from the side of the Fenghan Pavilion disciple extremely indifferently.

After only three steps, the Fenghan Pavilion disciple behind him fell to the ground in shock, a hole appeared in the center of his eyebrows, pierced the back of his head, and fell to the ground in shock, Jun Qinghan was as indifferent as ever, not happy or sad!

Looking from afar, a white figure is staggering forward in Fenghan Mountain!

"Jun Qinghan, we've been waiting for you for a long time!"

After walking a hundred zhang, a hundred Feng Han disciples appeared around Jun Qinghan, as well as two elders of Feng Han Pavilion, looking coldly at the man who was surrounded in the center and immersed in killing intent.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come back, I didn't execute you three years ago, how lucky you are, I didn't expect to run back and die", the two elders shook their clothes, and said conceited and calm, the disciple next to him was full of confidence, and he showed arrogance when he saw Jun Qinghan, as if the man in front of him had become a dead man.

"Jumping clown!"

Jun Qinghan squeezed out four words from between his teeth, but he was extremely contemptuous, he didn't lift his eyelids, and he still moved forward unhurriedly, even though the enemies were rampant.

"Kill him for me!"

The voices of the two elders became as terrible as jackdaws, but the figures retreated behind everyone, simply waving the long sword in their hands.

"Die!"

The hundred disciples suddenly said wildly, forming a formation, and slashing towards Jun Qinghan, with a fiery light in their eyes, "If Jun Qinghan can die in his own hands, why not be famous in the mainland?"

Jun Qinghan is like a piece of wood, no matter how many troops and horses there are, he can't change the pace under his feet, and he always walks at a uniform speed, ten inches at a time!

When everyone approached, Jun Qinghan shook his arm slightly, and the long sword in his palm suddenly turned infinite killing intent, like a churning sea of anger, rolling up thousands of huge waves. Feng Han's disciples were instantly frightened, their faces were like ashes, and they didn't dare to look directly at Jun Qinghan, like a broken ship in the angry sea.

At this time, Jun Qinghan is like a blood-colored sun, which is impossible to see!

The wrist flipped and the long sword danced, condensing into a blood-colored green lotus, slowly blooming......

"Ahh

The blood lotus bloomed, the blood light splashed, and the screams were like jackdaws, forming a poignant ballad, resounding up and down the maple cold, and the wind was loud, which made people creepy to hear, like a man's back.

100 people, 10 breaths!

Above the long sword, blood dripped down, nourishing the blood-colored mandala under his feet!

Jun Qinghan is around, and there are corpses everywhere!

"Back then, I was the leader of the Hundred Pavilion Society, you besieged my Jun Qinghan with Feng Han's disciples, don't you think it's ridiculous idiot", Jun Qinghan's voice was extremely hoarse, full of contempt, and approached the two elders step by step.

"You...... You ......"

Seeing Jun Qinghan kill his fellow disciples back then, like crushing ants to death, the two elders were suddenly shocked and dumbfounded, "Jun Qinghan, you ...... Don't be rampant, you are a red flag, we are also a red flag, you ......"

The two elders said inwardly, but they were trembling, and sweat fell like rain all over their bodies.

Jun Qinghan didn't say anything anymore, a sharp light flashed in his scarlet blood pupils, and only two hoarse screams were heard, and the two elders of Fenghan Pavilion fell in a pool of blood.

A sword seals the throat!

A headshot!

Retracting the Hidden Heaven Blade, Jun Qinghan stepped on the corpse and walked over to it, looking at the faint silhouette in the mountain, the killing intent was even worse.

"Boom...... Boom!"

Ahead, a large array suddenly appeared, enveloping the entire mountain, and the power of blue thunder flowed, making a roaring sound, facing the surrounding environment, bombarding wildly, annihilating every inch of land.

Jun Qinghan's body paused slightly, but he didn't stop, surrounded by pitch-black thunder, and the powerful coercion swept in all directions, annihilating the blue thunder in the formation. Jun smiled coldly:

"I didn't expect that the mountain protection array of Fenghan Pavilion would be here!"

As he spoke, while his footsteps moved, the blood-stained long sword in his hand was raised high, and the earth-shattering sharp aura rushed to the bullfight, and the sharp sword cold seemed to freeze the entire heaven and earth, and the blood flowed on the sword body, radiating a demonic and dazzling red light, like the blood-colored sun between heaven and earth.

The body shook, and the long sword slashed down!

"Shhh

I only heard the sound of the cloth tearing, resounding through the four fields, and the large array was directly cut out by the long sword, and the original circulating brilliance of the large array instantly dimmed and became a waste array.

Jun Qinghan's steps remain the same, stepping through the waste formation!

Behind the waste array, thousands of disciples of Fenghan Pavilion stood on both sides of the road, just waiting for Jun Qinghan to rise up, and he was about to strike a thunderous blow.

"Khooth!"

As soon as he entered the big array, it was a steel knife that slashed in, weighing a hundred catties, Jun Qinghan waved his hand casually, and the long sword pulled through the afterimage, heading towards the cold blade, making a sound of gold and iron resonating.

The steel knife broke in response, but the long sword did not pause at all, slashing at the man next to him, only to hear a "poof", the man who attacked Jun Qinghan, his head rolled to the side, and blood splashed more than three feet.

Jun Qinghan withdrew his long sword and placed it in its scabbard.

Then, several steel knives slashed in, besieging every vital point of Jun Qinghan's body in all directions, and the disciples of Fenghan Pavilion showed a cold smile, "Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, even if you use all the means to reach the sky, you will not be able to escape death today!"

Jun Qinghan flipped his wrist unhurriedly, but he pulled out an afterimage in the air, a fierce light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, his arm was numb, and the sonorous sound sounded endlessly, the long sword was still in the sheath, and Jun Qinghan had already walked away.

Behind him, the steel knife shattered to the ground, and everyone stood silently, without any expression, and then raised their heads and fell down, even before they had time to scream.

Along the way, the blood-stained long sword in Jun Qinghan's hand dripped scarlet blood in the air, completely turning into a butcher's knife, invincible wherever it went, no matter who it was, it was a one-move killing.

Jun Qinghan's expression, the eternal iron-green hatred, did not change in the slightest, and there was only one belief in his heart:

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

..................

No matter who it is, it must be under Jun Qinghan's sword, and blood will be splashed in five steps.

Jun Qinghan is like a murderous beast, blood fuels the anger and hatred in his heart, and only more blood can temporarily suppress the deep resentment in his heart.

Everywhere they went, corpses were everywhere, and trees and flowers withered.

Bloody, desolate!

Behind Jun Qinghan, there was a long blood channel, extending to the foot of the mountain, and the blood was still bubbling down......

A sword is an insurmountable chasm, and none of Feng Han's disciples can escape the pursuit of the three-foot Qingfeng, and no one can escape from the three zhang under Jun Qinghan's monstrous murderous aura.

The sword spike is flying, like a bright red iron-blooded banner, and in the thick murderous aura, Jun Qinghan's deathly silent figure has a trace of ethereal and ethereal, like a swordsman who has been immersed in the way of the sword for a long time.

The sword is a man, it is the soul! With the sword in hand, leaning on the sky and slaying the dragon, who in the world will compete?

Kill one person in three steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

Blood-stained filial piety clothes, stepping on blood, holding a long sword, Jun Qinghan went all the way towards the mountain gate of Fenghan Pavilion......

For a long time, Jun Qinghan stepped on the bluestone slab, his expression was suddenly excited, and his murderous aura swept all around, like the waves of the sea of blood, looking at the people in front of him, his hair was flying, and he let out a long roar, shaking the heavens and the earth.

After a thousand days, he Jun Qinghan once again set foot in Fenghan Pavilion!

Looking at the familiar hall thousands of zhang away, Jun Qinghan smiled extremely contemptuously, after three years, the Fenghan Hall was no longer like a creeping beast in front of him, he Jun Qinghan could easily crush it with a wave of his hand.

Looking at the brand-new 'Fenghan Palace' plaque, losing his previous arrogance, Jun Qinghan's killing intent was high, his wrist flipped over, and the blade of the hidden sky shot away like a long rainbow.

The soldier was sharp and cold, inserted in the center of the plaque, and the blood on the blade flowed down the plaque.

"After Feng Han is invincible and dies, I don't know where this Feng Han Absolute Old Dog is?" Jun Qinghan's voice was extremely low, like a hell Shura, standing proudly in the center of the square, the long sword sliding, carving out blood grooves on the ground, it was a fierce and arrogant big character:

Kill!

The blood gradually infected the blood tank, and between the tactful strokes of the pen, the hideous killing intent was like an angry sea, overwhelming the sky, like a desolate beast, annihilating the peak Feng Han up and down.

Many disciples, looking at it from a distance, fell to the ground in shock, and their liver and gallbladder shattered and died.

With a long sword in his hand, Jun Qinghan's blood pupils closed, like a monument, standing proudly in front of the Fenghan Palace, the surrounding Fenghan disciples were afraid and did not dare to step forward, looking at the blood-stained filial piety clothes from a distance, and they were afraid in their hearts.

And Elder Feng Han rarely goes to the former!

When Jun Qinghan stood in the square for a quarter of an hour, an elder approached Jun Qinghan nervously.

"Whew!"

When Elder Feng Han stepped into Jun Qinghan's ten zhang range, he only heard the sound of a flying knife breaking through the air, and the Hidden Heaven Blade pierced Elder Feng Han's head like pitch black lightning.

Elder, fall to the ground in despair!

Seeing this, Feng Han and the others hurriedly retreated dozens of feet, for fear of harming the pond fish.

After a long time, Jun Qinghan's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the blood light burst out, like a long sword contaminated with evil qi, and burst towards the roof of the Fenghan Palace.

On the roof, an old man in a blue robe stood proudly, looking at Jun Qinghan with a gloomy look.

"You're Feng Hanjue?"