Compared with Gu Yuanchi's control and understanding of spiritual power, Ma Han Yijie has no background in casual cultivation, and he is also a sword cultivator, and many times he is in a state of knowing what it is but not knowing why it is. For such a mysterious thing as Taoism, there is a lack of accumulation from theory to practice.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said to Jiang Li that he would go to the Qinglou to find a little lady to help break the realm.

What the sword cultivator pursues: If the road is uneven, I will break it with a sword.

Therefore, for a simple-minded sword cultivator like Ma Han, he didn't think about comprehending the deeper meaning of this sentence, but simply understood that he could just do it when something happened.

Therefore, in his mind, a hearty fight is more important than the result, or even more important than life and death.

It's no wonder that once Gu Yuanchi sighed in front of Ma Han that the old man was really eyeless, a person like Ma Han with a simple head like a mallet could actually cultivate the sword cultivation on the sixth grade and be on an equal footing with himself.

God doesn't know if he has eyes, but this kind of provocation on the surface is naturally exchanged for Ma Han's old fist to serve, and Gu Yuanchi, who is not good at single combat strength, carried it twice, and then wailed all the way and hugged his head and ran away.

The second rule pursued by sword cultivation: revenge is not overnight, it should be avenged!

So when Li Zhen's figure burst up, Ma Han was stunned at first, and then looked forward with joy to the petite woman in front of him who picked up the guqin and jumped forward desperately. When he saw clearly that the figure of the woman in front of him was not advancing but retreating, he couldn't help but be disappointed, so he had to scold and scold while waving his sword forward.

They are all immortal cultivators, so they don't say like Lao Tzu doesn't beat women, of course, such femme fatales are not considered women.

But what's the matter of running away without a fight, what about the dignity and pride that immortal cultivators should have, and where is the good thing about going against the sky and sharpening the Dao heart. It's a pussy who can't be shameless, isn't it?

Ma Han muttered indignantly in his heart, and while he slammed his feet out of the ground, like a sharp arrow piercing the clouds, he chased forward after the cyan figure.

Although Ma Han's movements were more than one beat slower than Li Zhen's start, one was to hold the qin and sweep backwards, and the other was to move forward with a sword and break through the wind. Under the advantage of one another, Ma Han's speed is faster, and if he goes on like this, he will soon be able to catch up with Li Zhen's figure.

Thinking that in the next moment, he will use the sharpest and most pompous sword to slash down, so that little girl can see with her own eyes what it means to be a swordsman. Ma Han couldn't help but lick his lips and let out what he thought was a cruel laugh.

A sword that has not been ready to be launched from the beginning of standing on the steps, whether it is the abundance of spiritual power, or the connection between the sword intent and heaven and earth, has climbed to an extremely terrifying level at this moment, of course, the word "terrifying" is more out of Ma Han's own thoughts. Ma Han felt the long sword in his hand in his sea of consciousness reflecting an extremely cheerful and satisfied thought, thinking that at this time, his sword intent was like a rainbow and his sword qi was like a mang, this god blocked and killed gods and demons, who else in the world could stop Lao Tzu?

This is an extremely powerful earth-shattering sword, even if you can't kill that demon woman, you have to scare her to death.

Ma Han thought viciously, and then ran headlong into the sound of the piano.

In order to prepare for the sword full of energy, his aura was too full, and his whole body was like an over-inflated air bag, and at this moment, he was suddenly slapped hard from the outside, and almost exploded.

Of course, the so-called explosion is just a vivid analogy, and the Knowing Sea Qi Mansion will naturally not burst as easily as ordinary skins, but those aura that stays in various parts of the body are like monsters that have been suddenly activated by the sound of the piano, and suddenly lose control, each looking for all the ways to escape, desperately rushing out, releasing crazy and terrifying energy.

Before Ma Han could even figure out what was happening, his tall body suddenly fell straight to the ground from mid-air, splashing smoke and dust with a "boom".

Blood poured out of his mouth and nose, from his ears, from the corners of his eyes, even every tiny pore on his body was constantly leaking blood, and the blood soaked his clothes, showing a dark brown color. Ma Han's bloodied appearance looked extremely miserable, like a demon who had escaped from the Shura field, and anyone who saw it would gasp.

It's just that these are just appearances that appear in front of others, at this moment, Ma Han's qi sea meridians seem to have countless brute beasts rampage in it, and it seems that there are countless poisonous insects frantically gnawing in it, such pain does not exist in the body, but directly acts on the sea of divine souls, so it cannot be cut off by the method of closing the five senses, and can only be carried by willpower.

Ma Han gritted his teeth, blood gushing out from between his teeth. At this moment, he didn't dare to let go of his teeth at all, not because he hoped to use it to divert his attention or keep his consciousness clear, but because he was so painful that he couldn't feel any physical sensation at all, for fear that if he didn't align it, he would bite off his two thick lips directly.

That's a disability, isn't it? When he thought of this, he couldn't help but be extremely angry.

Sure enough, she is a demon woman, and she is ugly, so she can't see others good.

The swordsman, who was originally prostrate in the blood and water, straightened his waist with great difficulty. No matter how much he raised his head, the original posture was only enough for him to see the demon woman's embroidered shoes, which made him feel very humiliated, and he felt like he was being trampled under the soles of his feet.

Because his eyes were covered with gushing blood, the world in front of Ma Han was completely covered with a layer of bright red color, which looked extremely strange. He tilted his head vigorously, leaning against the bright sky background, and finally found the shadow floating in the air.

But no matter how hard he tried, his eyes could barely reach the witch's waist.

To look at a woman, you must first look at the waist.

Ma Han couldn't remember which Qinglou comrade-in-arms had given him privately, although he felt that there were so many important places on a woman's body to watch and play, but what was there to see about the waist that was the least important. But these did not prevent him from writing down this sentence raw, and shaking it out from time to time to show off a thing or two, showing that he was different from the impatient generation, and he was also a tasteful.

At this time, he suddenly remembered this sentence, as if he had suddenly come to his senses, and laughed wildly while gasping for cold air, while spurting blood foam.

"Damn, you have a taste for fart." He grinned and scolded indistinctly, "It turned out to be a thing that was knocked to the ground by a woman." ”

After scolding, Ma Han felt very refreshed, that is, even the indescribable pain in his body seemed to have stopped. He spat forward very happily, but he didn't expect that he was weak and tired at this time, and the blood foam failed to draw a beautiful line, but hung down on his lips and hung upside down.

Ma Han was stunned for a moment, thinking that he must be embarrassed to look now.

"Damn, I wanted to pee in the wind back then, but now I ......" Ma Han carefully aligned his teeth, scolded and scolded from between his teeth, and suddenly remembered that such an analogy was a bit of a loss, so he scolded the mother of the man in the sky.

The enchantress is in heaven and ahead of her.

Ma Han grasped the sword with one hand, and plunged into the ground with the other, moving his body forward with great difficulty.

The sound of the piano is endless, and I don't know how Li Zhen did it with only one hand, but I only heard the tactful and poignant tones playing at the same time, as if gently asking what do you want? It's like an angry questioning of what you want!

Ma Han crawled forward with all his strength, leaving a bloody mark behind him. His body was constantly twitching due to the severe pain, and he could only rely on the strength of his fingers to drag his heavy body, making his speed seem extremely slow. Five of his fingers had already been peeled off their nails, and the flesh was blurred and plunged into the earth, leaving a shocking bloody mark on the inner wall of the hole.

Ask me what I do?

Lao Tzu wants to do a lot more, except for you, a demon woman. I've seen a lot of shameless women, but if you really don't want to be faceless like you, you're the only one.

Ma Han moved towards his target little by little, muttering maliciously. I don't know if it's because the meridians are stagnant or because of excessive blood loss, Ma Han feels that he is a little out of strength, and his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

I really can't remember where I heard it, saying that most of the skirts hidden in the skirts of southern Xinjiang women are bare legs.

Even if you want to trample Lao Tzu under your feet and step into the dirt, Lao Tzu has to rush over to see and understand, and you should return to the book.

You demon woman, dare to play yin with Lao Tzu. Phew!

It's a pity, the road is uneven, and in the end I can only look at it happily, and after all, I still lose face to the brothers who play the sword.

Ma Han sighed tremblingly, looking slightly melancholy. I don't know what happened to the little white face of Gu Yuanchi, I have the old horse in front, and I don't know if I can find a chance to escape.

Alas, that little white face is actually a good person, although it seems to be a bit of a sissy, but in fact it is also a brotherhood, but I am afraid that I am not willing to run away alone.

Thinking of this, Ma Han couldn't help but twist his head with great effort, looking to the side, who happened to see Gu Yuanchi's appearance of throwing his five bodies to the ground after dissipating his spiritual power.

Fuck it!

Ma Han blinked in shock, his face full of incredulity. The lethargic spirit just now suddenly lifted up: Lao Tzu is still desperate to make it so miserable in front, you little white face is hiding on the side and not even scratching the oily skin, so you are ready to drop like this?

Dropped ?!!!!

Ma Han's big blood-red eyes widened, and at this moment, he really had Gu Yuanchi's heart. It's a pity that I can't even raise the strength to scold now, so I can only turn my head and not look at the little white face, so as to save myself from being angry before I die.