The Holy Son Sword Three Thousand slowly fell from the sky to the battle platform, and many magnificent visions around him were also hidden, and his voice was calm:

"It's been so long that no one has been able to hurt Ben Son again, and I've forgotten what it's like to be hurt. Sword Immortal, you're good! It's worth killing you with your own hands! ”

Qin Han, who had lost too much blood, turned pale, and he stood up with difficulty, "Jian Sanqian, do you know that your high-minded and self-righteous expression is disgusting?" If I, Qin Han, were born ten years early, a person of your kind would be able to kill at will! ”

Jian Sanqian was noncommittal, "Those who are about to die will inevitably speak ill of each other." Sword Immortal, if you don't have any last words, go on the road! ”

Qin Han clenched the Water God Soldier, wanting to make the last resistance.

To die is to die on the road of battle, and it is not his style to lay down his arms and let others slaughter.

——

"Qin Han ......"

Under the battle platform, Xin Zhengming's face showed despair.

Qin Han had the strength to defeat the three thousand swords in the same realm, but he, the hall master, did not have the ability to protect the sword immortals.

He tried to stand up, but the pressure of Jian Sanqian's aura before him caused him irreversible injuries.

All in vain.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are silent.

The three golden robe stewards of the boxing gym sighed silently, they wanted to help the hall master and the sword immortal again, but they had completely lost their combat power. The strength of the Holy Son Sword 3,000 is terrifying, and after the battle, most of the meridians of the three of them have been shattered, and their souls are like candles in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

On the other side, Elder Xu Ke and Elder Cheng Youpan were sitting on the ground, their breath was sluggish, and there was a touch of red blood hanging from the corner of their mouths, and the two looked at Xin Zhengming who was constantly trying to stand up, and they both shook their heads helplessly.

"Zhengming, I'm afraid we're about to lose our words. I promised you to protect the Sword Immortal before, but now I ...... It can't be done. ”

"Zhengming, the old man is old, and his strength is limited......"

The two elders were in a sad mood.

With two against four, they were defeated in this pinnacle duel, and they were seriously injured, and the two were exhausted.

"Elder Xu, Elder Cheng......" Xin Zhengming choked, and two lines of turbid tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. The world is helpless, people are helpless, the avenue is like the blue sky, only he Xin Zhengming can't come out.

Life doesn't have to be successful, even if it's ordinary to the dirt, as long as you can protect what you want to protect, you know that you are enough, he has always felt so.

But he doesn't seem to be able to protect anyone, he didn't protect Liu Hanyan in the past, and he can't protect the sword immortal today.

When he thought of Liu Hanyan decades ago, Xin Zhengming felt like a knife.

He felt that if he had been strong enough to keep her, he would have been able to change everything for the better. But after all, he just felt that time would never go back, and there was no regret medicine to buy in the world. The threads of fate are intertwined, and no one can escape.

She left, he also compromised, calmly accepted the fact that she was gone forever, and thought about living for her for the rest of her life, looking at the world for her, and also thinking about seeking justice for her. But Jian Sanqian's talent was too demonic, and after selecting a few golden boxers with great difficulty, all of them died in the hands of Jian Sanqian without exception.

Since then, he has been disheartened.

But the appearance of the sword fairy made him regain his confidence, and the obsession of the past dusty also resurfaced.

But now, the Sword Immortal has really managed to defeat the arrogant Sword Three Thousand in the Forging Body Realm, but he, the hall master, can't even provide the most basic protection to the Sword Immortal.

If Liu Hanyan's death was caught off guard, a 10,000-pound boulder that pressed on his heart, then the sword immortal who was about to die became the last straw that overwhelmed him.

At this moment, he, who has always been majestic and unsmiling, only felt as if his chest was blocked by something.

The sword immortals on the battle platform are so outstanding, but today everything will disappear.

"Sword Immortal, the owner of this hall is sorry for you......"

Thinking of this, he only felt sadness, and after spitting out a sentence full of apologies weakly, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and then the whole person fell softly.

"Pavilion Master!"

On the battle platform, looking at the hall master vomiting blood and collapsing to the ground, Qin Han exclaimed with great concern, but did not receive any response.

"Mind your own business! Die! The Holy Son Sword Sanqian's voice was cold, and there was thunderous anger in his eyes.

The onlookers were all silent, the sword immortal's thousand-game winning streak challenge, they didn't expect it to develop to this point.

Many people sighed and sighed.

The sword immortal has the appearance of a demon in the Gaidai, but it is about to fall before it grows up, which makes people sigh.

At this moment, no one could save the Sword Immortal, because no one could stop the footsteps of the Holy Son.

No one had the courage to stand up and stand beside the Sword Immortal.

"It's going to end before it starts, it's a pity, it's sad, it's a sigh......"

On the bronze battle platform, the three thousand killing opportunities of the Holy Son Sword have been decided, and the four inner gate elders in the sky are even urging loudly:

"Holy Son, let's take action, kill this ominous person, and return peace to my Northern Sword Gate!"

"The spy of the Blood Demon Sect, it's not a pity to die!"

……

In this dark night, the voices of the four inner gate elders in the sky were full of majesty, resounding throughout the outer gate.

"I'll see who dares to kill him!"

But just as the Holy Son Sword was about to make a move, a cold female voice sounded outside the square.

Everyone turned their heads to follow the voice, only to see a white-clothed figure standing alone on the periphery of the square, covered in dust.

"It's ......"

"The cultivation of the Human Dan Realm?"

……

But when everyone saw the faces of the people who came, they all looked puzzled.

This is not a world-shattering powerhouse, just a weak woman in the Human Dan Realm. A weak woman in the Human Dan Realm dared to let the Holy Son stop?

"Bai Ling'er, what are you doing here?"

On the battle platform, Qin Han was stunned for a moment, and looked at the white-clothed figure who came in a hurry and shouted angrily.

But the white-clothed figure did not speak, but rushed over the crowd to the battle platform, muttering:

"Qin Han, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Goodbye Bai Ling'er at the moment of life and death, Qin Han felt a little embarrassed in his heart, goodbye, it's good, but it's a pity that the time is not right.

Qin Han was speechless, "Eldest sister, what are you doing now?" Look at me lying dead here? Monkey business! Hurry down, it's none of your business here! Let's go! ”

"I originally wanted to go down the mountain to help you move the rescuers, but my father didn't want to help you, and locked me up, and it took me a lot of effort to escape from Qingjiang City and come to see you......"

Bai Ling'er was crying, muttering something, and when she talked about the back, only she could hear the voice clearly.

There is nothing saddest in the world than to see your loved one die. And what's even saddest is that he can't even see the last side of his beloved.

So, she came desperately.

But when she really arrived, she found that things were worse than she imagined, as soon as she arrived at the mountain gate, she hurriedly asked the disciples guarding the mountain gate if it was over, but as soon as the words came out, several powerful and incomparably powerful breaths rose in the sect, which was the fluctuation that would only occur when the great monk of the Dragon Realm launched a shocking duel.

She hurried over, but saw Qin Han standing alone on the battle platform, his face pale and his breath was sluggish.

And the Holy Son Sword Three Thousand breathed heavily, and shouted in his mouth to kill Qin Han.

Luckily, she arrived. If you take another step too late, you may miss out forever.

She was aggrieved at first, but then she cried with joy, and finally stepped forward with a worried face, "Qin Han, how are you?" Are you seriously injured? ”

Qin Han shook his head, and reached out to push Bai Ling'er with a cold face, "You don't care if I'm seriously injured, you go down quickly, it's none of your business here!" ”

The sword three thousand on the side, a trace of impatience has appeared in his eyes, he can die today, but if it affects Bai Ling'er, then he will not be blind.

But Qin Han forgot that he was just a forging body, and his body had become extremely weak due to excessive blood loss.

And Bai Ling'er is at the peak of the Human Dan Realm, and he can't push it at all.

The most terrible thing is that in the face of his indifference and pushing, Bai Linger just stubbornly shook her head, her smart eyes were full of mist, and her voice was full of pleading and complaining:

"Qin Han, I ran out desperately just to take a look at you, don't you push me, okay? Last time you pointed a sword at me......"

Qin Han only felt his heart flutter, it was guilt, and his heart was beating.

But he quickly suppressed this emotion, and said with a straight face: "Bai Ling'er, you go down!" ”

"I don't!"

"If you go down, people will die here, big sister, what are you thinking? Let's go! If you don't live, who will go to my grave in the future? Who weeds my grave? ”

"I don't want it, I want to be with you!"

"Who's going to be with you? Look at yourself, with small breasts and small buttocks, this sword fairy can't look down on you! ”

"Qin Han, don't think that you want to provoke me away with a few words, Qin Han ......"

In the end, Bai Linger's voice was already full of choked throats.

As the eldest lady of the Bai family, how could she not see through Qin Han's kindness, but this kindness was not what she wanted.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her head and said with a miserable smile: "Qin Han, I just want to tell you that I like you and want to be with you...... If you die here today, I, Bai Ling'er, am willing to accompany you. ”

It was not a wise choice to face the Holy Son directly, but Bai Ling'er felt that her heart did not allow her to be timid. No matter how powerful the enemy is, she will never stand idly by while her beloved falls.

Qin Han sighed helplessly, "Bai Ling'er, listen to me, your life is not only your own, but also your father's, your Bai family's, and my Qin Han's, Bai Ling'er, I don't want you to die with me, I want you to live happily forever, you look at it now and give it to me!" ”

……

Qin Han wanted to say something more, but the face of Jian Sanqian on the side was difficult to see.

"Enough! It's not a shame to be in front of the public! In that case, the Son will fulfill you and send you to Hell with you! Two ants, let's go to Huangquan Road and stay together! ”

The Holy Son Sword Three Thousand no longer hesitated, and shot instantly!

Killing one more person as a monk in the Dan Realm was harmless and insignificant to him.

The speed of the sword three thousand was extremely fast, and I saw that as soon as he stretched out his hand, a snow-white sword light appeared in the night.

In the pupils, the extremely fast sword light got closer and closer, and finally enveloped the entire space.

"Fool!"

Qin Han didn't have time to react, he just relied on the last trace of instinct to hold Bai Ling'er, and then turned around abruptly and used his back to resist the sword qi of the three thousand.