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Some swordsmen use swords, and all their kung fu is on the sword, and without the sword, they are not even as good as ordinary warriors, and some swordsmen also use swords, and all their kung fu is also on the sword, but they can leave the sword. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Han Chuang was a swordsman who could leave the sword, so he didn't move his sword in this move, he shot like lightning, his fingers poked out, and the sword light flashed.

Just for a moment, just for a moment.

A sword stabbed Murong Qiu's right hand, Murong Qiu wanted to draw the sword, but found that his arm was weak and weak, and then he realized that he had been stabbed.

Blood flowed out, staining his entire hand red, Murong Qiu tried to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't even say half a word, maybe he had nothing to say.

"You lost. Han Chuang spoke.

Murong Qiu's face showed an expression of decay and decadence, just now, just a second ago, he experienced the biggest blow in his life.

He didn't even know how Han Chuang came out with his sword, and the other party's sword qi had already penetrated his own hand.

The right hand, which was a right hand holding a sword, was pierced in this way. Although the wound was small, the sword qi flowed down the wound, destroying the tendons and veins on this hand.

There is no doubt that this hand, which used to kill people like a mustard, has been abolished, and it is impossible to restore its former glory, and even he Murong Qiu will be depressed.

For a moment, he was disheartened.

Han Chuang said: "Where is Lu Jiang." ”

"In the back garden. ”

This time, Murong Qiu replied very refreshingly.

Han Chuang walked straight past him, sighed, and said in an undetectable voice, "People have two hands. ”

In an instant, just for a moment, Murong Qiu's eyes regained some brilliance, just a little, but a spark can also start a prairie fire.

Han Chuang didn't care about Murong Qiu's changes, he didn't even linger for a moment, he crossed Murong Qiu's body and walked straight to the back garden.

There was a person there, a person who was protected in the center by layers, Han Chuang smiled.

"Lu Jiang, do you think this will keep you safe?" he muttered.

The road to the back garden was not peaceful, and many guards tried to stop him, but Han Chuang just walked straight forward, not caring at all about these people who were wielding swords and trying to capture him.

He didn't care about these people at all, and there was no way they posed any threat to him.

Before the sword could touch his body, their man was frozen in place, firmly anchored, like a lifeless sculpture.

Continue onwards and come to the back garden, where there are flowers, plum blossoms.

Blown by the wind, the plum blossoms fall, hovering in the air into a rain of flowers, fragrant and fragrant.

But Han Chuang didn't care about these fragrant fragrances at all, he didn't care about the petals in the sky, and went straight forward, and at this moment, a sword suddenly poked out of the petals, a sword as thin as a cicada's wings.

The blade of the sword pierced through the rain of flowers, piercing him in the throat.

Han Chuang frowned, he didn't expect that after defeating Murong Qiu, there would be masters who wanted to stop him beyond measure.

This is a master in the early stage of soul melting, which is worse than Murong Qiu, because he suddenly made a move, so he can make a move.

This is a confident killer who does not hide his face, a woman, a woman in white. Between the light tulle, there are bursts of murderous intent.

Han Chuang laughed, laughing at the moment when the thin sword broke through his body's true qi, laughing sarcastically and coldly.

His right hand reached out, sandwiching the sword that was supposed to pierce his throat between his fingers, allowing his opponent to struggle like this, but he couldn't break free.

"Let go!" a crisp female voice sounded.

"Why!" Han Chuang sneered.

It is undeniable that even if she does not show her true face, the woman in front of her is a beautiful woman, and it is even because of the half-covered face that she gives people a swaying and charming beauty.

Some people's beauty is acquired, and beauty is cheesy, and some people's beauty is natural beauty, beauty is refined, this woman has a natural beauty, if it is a different man, she will be confused, but Han Chuang will not.

He was as solid as a rock.

With a strong wrist, he held his hand and pointed to the side, and with a bang, the thin sword broke. The woman looked at the broken half of the thin sword in her hand in a daze, and she couldn't say a word, even Han Chuang walked past her, but she didn't react.

Han Chuang shook his head and ignored it, it's just a woman, there is no shortage of women in this world, as long as you have any advantages, women will come to the door in a steady stream.

Throwing off the tip of his sword and continuing forward, Han Chuang saw the target who was protected by the guards in the middle, his face was unnaturally pale, his clothes were disheveled, his hair was disheveled, and his body was trembling.

Very good, completely in line with the image of a prey, Han Chuang pursed his lips and smiled, and walked forward.

Lu Jiang saw him, without any hesitation, and almost immediately retreated to the end of all the guards, and then a voice like a rooster choked by the throat sounded: "Kill him, kill him for me!"

The guards moved forward.

Even if they were unwilling and did not want to, but they were helpless, and from the day they became guards, they sold their lives to their masters.

In the past, they were the guards of the palace, and the master was Lu Boxian, and now they are the guards of the third prince, and the master is Lu Jiang. If they had a choice, they would rather stay in the palace and be Lu Boxian's guards than come out.

But they didn't have a choice, and they couldn't choose, so they could only pounce on Han Chuang one after another, and they really pounced, with a momentum that looked at death and suddenly came home.

Anyone would be intimidated by this momentum, even Han Chuang was no exception, but he was only slightly stunned and shook his head.

Overestimate one's strength or oneself!

There are many self-defeating people in this world, some are hateful and some are pathetic, but whether it is a hateful person or a pathetic person, there is only one end, and that is death.

Death is far away, but it is close at hand.

Han Chuang didn't want to kill, but sometimes, killing one person can deter a hundred people, so let's kill it.

Eyes closed, sword light flickered.

Lu Jiang only saw a sword light passing through the gap in the crowd, and the guards he relied on fell one after another, their eyes wide open, and they did not bat at a glance.

When the sword light fell, the last guard stood in front of Lu Jiang, he was a loyal guard, loyalty allowed him to surpass his limit and see Han Chuang's last sword clearly.

He chose to use his body to block this mortal sword.

An admirable person, not for Lu Jiang, but for his family. If the guard dies while protecting the master, the family can get a pension, if the master is killed, the guard is still alive, and the family will also be affected, and the guard is blocking Han Chuang's sword qi for the sake of the family.

Han Chuang didn't disappoint him either, a sword pierced his heart, and there was no pain.

He fell, foaming at the mouth of blood, but his eyes had lost their luster and turned a decaying gray.

Han Chuang stood in front of Lu Jiang with his hands in his hands, and the two of them were about the same height, so they were just looking at each other, but Lu Jiang had a feeling that the other party was on top.

This feeling made him ashamed.

"You're Han Chuang?"

"Not bad. ”

"Do you know who I am?"

"The murderer of my sister's kidnapping. ”

In one sentence, the momentum that Lu Jiang had just mentioned completely retreated, and from Han Chuang's words, he got a message that Han Chuang didn't care who he was at all, he only cared about the crimes he committed.

Capital crime!

A faint killing intent emanated from Han Chuang's body, and the killing intent turned from faint to thick, until finally, the richness was almost visible to the naked eye.

Although Lu Jiang was a martial artist in the contemplation period, he had never spoken of such a huge and terrifying murderous aura, and his legs trembled with fear.

"You can't kill me! You can't kill me!

Killing intent continued to accumulate, as if accumulating a momentum.

Originally, the identity of the third prince was in Canglan Kingdom, and he was a gold medal for avoiding death, but it had no effect on Han Chuang. What is the Third Prince?

Han Chuang smiled, maybe Lu Jiang is still the third prince now, but after he dies, he is nothing.

Han Chuang slowly approached, he did not intend to stab Lu Jiang to death with a sword, but wanted Lu Jiang to experience the fear of death.

He was smiling, perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, a kind of warm smile, but in Lu Jiang's eyes, he was not stingy with the devil's smile.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! I'm the third prince of Canglan Kingdom, and my father is Lu Boxian!" he didn't choose to speak.