At this time, in a villa with a single courtyard in Rongcheng, Han Qing sat in the front yard, took a sip of a teacup, and then looked up at the sky.

The moonlight is like water, like an ink painting.

At this time, the wind also became stronger, causing the big trees in the courtyard to rattle.

"The mountain rain is coming." Han Qing spoke.

"That's the case here in Rongcheng, it seems that this rain is not small." Big Bull Road.

At this time, Han Qing took out a cigar, and Da Niu immediately stepped forward to light the fire.

He took a puff, exhaled a thick smoke, and said lightly: "It's all here, come out and have a cup of tea." ”

Suddenly, more than a dozen monks exuding anger appeared from all around, surrounding Han Qing and Da Niu.

At this time, in the distance, Qin Dazhong and the middle-aged man who had been sent to the Black Wind Cliff before were staring at this side with night vision binoculars.

"Why is this surnamed Han so calm?" Qin Dazhong felt some uneasiness in his heart.

"Maybe it's pretending, or maybe they don't know who is besieging them now, otherwise, it's estimated that the and urine are all out." The middle-aged man snorted.

"Also, although the reputation of the Black Wind Cliff is not obvious, in the dark, the cruelty of the means has made many hidden monks retreat, and in the pursuit of the Black Wind Cliff, the surname Han is absolutely dead." Qin Dazhong said.

He stared at the infrared monitor without blinking, not wanting to miss the highlights.

Especially don't want to miss the scene where Han Qing and Da Niu wag their tails like dogs and beg for mercy.

Han Qing crossed Erlang's legs and looked at these monks who exuded a strong smell of blood, with an indifferent expression, as if the people surrounding them were just ants that could be pinched to death.

Da Niu had never experienced this kind of battle, and his hands and feet trembled a little.

However, seeing Han Qing's indifferent appearance, he forcibly controlled the fear in his heart.

In any case, he can't embarrass Qingge.

At this moment, several monks suddenly got out of the way, and an ugly monk with a face like a toad walked over, it was the old demon who devoured the heart.

In his hand, he held a large knife, the blade of which was dark red, as if it had been soaked in countless blood, and a disgusting smell of blood emanated.

"You're Han Qing?" The old demon of the heart eater spoke, his voice hoarse, and his gaze was even more gloomy.

"Where did you come from, toad, unworthy to know my name." Han Qing's voice was cold.

The old demon who devoured the heart was furious, and said sharply: "What a big dog guts, wait a while to take your heart alive, and then knock you out to the bone and suck the marrow, see how arrogant you are." ”

"Hehe, just you? You're just a coward with low self-esteem, the reason why you dig people's hearts is not to make people afraid of you, in fact, you are a bedbug, no matter how you disguise, you can't change the essence of being a bedbug. Han Qing mocked.

The old demon of the heart devouring was furious, and said sharply: "Give it all to me and chop them up." ”

Immediately, the dozen or so monks all sacrificed their magic weapons, and their spiritual power exploded.

In the distance, Qin Dazhong, who was looking at this side with a telescope, also said fiercely: "Chop them, chop them ......"

"The head of the family can rest assured, the immortal master of the Black Wind Cliff will make a move, everything is doomed, and there will be no accidents." The middle-aged man said.

At this moment, Han Qing put the cigar in his hand into the teacup, and then stood up.

The momentum on his body suddenly became unfathomable, and his gaze was even more cold and piercing.

"When you go to hell, don't forget to tell the king of Hades that the person who killed you is Han Qing." Han Qing said.

At this moment, a monk slashed at Han Qing's neck with a piercing chill with a sword.

With a flick of Han Qing's fingers, the cold light shattered abruptly, and then the invisible force suddenly hit the monk's head.

In an instant, the monk's head burst open like a watermelon.