"All to death!" Han Qing said in a cruel voice, his eyes glowing with blood, and he kept killing.

The monks who rushed forward were none of them the enemy.

Soon, the place was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

It's as if this birthday feast has become hell.

Han Delun swallowed the pill and was about to kill Han Qing in one fell swoop when he ran out of oil.

However, after so many deaths, he didn't see that Han Qing had run out of oil and dried up.

This can't be, this kid must have used some secret technique, and now he is just holding on.

Suddenly, Han Delun gritted his teeth and stabbed at Han Qing with a shot, this shot distorted the space, and the spiritual power continued to explode.

But the sword in Han Qing's hand, the tip of the sword was on the tip of the gun.

Suddenly, Han Delun spurted blood and flew upside down, and several blood mist exploded on his body.

This scene made everyone tremble.

At this time, Han Qing walked towards Han Delun step by step.

The murderous intent on his body has become so dense that it is almost substantial, and that gaze is like a demon crawling out of hell, that kind of yin, which can make people tremble.

Suddenly, all the seventh line cultivators of the Han family began to retreat.

"Han Qing!"

Suddenly, a terrible scream came.

Han Qing turned his head to take a look, and saw that on the roof, Han Beixing was sitting in a special wheelchair, and Nangong Fei'er was beside him.

The two of them are wrapped with countless spiritual silks, and among the spiritual silks, they are also wrapped with talismans, as long as they detonate, the two of them will be wiped out in an instant.

Han Qing's eyes were cold, but the terrifying killing intent on his body began to converge.

"If you see it, Nangong Fei'er's life is in my hands, if you don't want her to die, stop immediately." Han Beixing roared.

Nangong Fei'er looked at Han Qing from afar, she couldn't speak, she couldn't move a finger, just through her eyes, she told Han Qing not to be tired of her.

Han Qing stopped, his gaze gloomy.

Suddenly, a monk attacked Han Qing from behind.

Han Qing waved his hand back casually, but he didn't look back.

But a flash of spiritual light condensed into a full moon, and instantly slashed at the monk.

Before the monk could scream, he was split in half from the top of his head.

"Damn, if you do it again, I'll kill her." Han Beixing roared angrily, and with a movement of his mind, he lifted the seal of Nangong Fei'er's voice.

As a spiritual silk was vibrated by him, a spirit rune on Nangong Fei'er's body suddenly turned into wisps of spiritual energy and submerged into her body.

In an instant, Nangong Fei'er let out a terrible scream.

At this moment, Han Delun laughed fiercely, and the spear in his hand was like electricity, stabbing towards Han Qing's heart.

"Brother Qing, leave me alone, you can do it quickly and avenge me." Nangong Fei'er screamed.

Han Qing didn't answer, and he didn't dodge either.

With a "poof", Han Delun's spirit spear directly penetrated Han Qing's heart.

"Brother Qing......" Nangong Fei'er broke down and screamed, feeling like her soul was about to be shattered.

She didn't expect that Han Qing would suffer this fatal shot for her.

It's not worth it.

Han Qing stood in place, motionless, but the color in his eyes gradually became dim.

Eventually, he was completely devoid of life, and just stood like a sculpture.

Han Delun was ecstatic and laughed, "This kid is dead, finally dead."

Han Beixing on the roof was also laughing wildly.

At this time, Old Madam Han was expressionless, but she suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, as if she had been stabbed in the heart.

But at this moment, Han Beixing, who was laughing wildly on the roof, suddenly stopped laughing like a radio that had been unplugged.

Because, his neck was choked by a large hand.

At this moment, a cry of disbelief rang out.

I saw that Han Qing, who was thought to be dead, actually appeared on the roof and grabbed Han Beixing's neck with his big hand.

And, in his heart, there was that spear stuck in it.

"Impossible, this can't be ......" Handlen's face turned pale, unable to believe his eyes.

He obviously killed Han Qing, but Han Qing actually came back to life, and controlled Han Beixing in his own way.

Han Qing blocked Han Beixing's divine sense, and then directly broke the seal on Nangong Fei'er's body.

At this moment, the muscles of Han Qing's heart contracted, and the spear was suddenly squeezed and shot out.

Seeing a flash of inspiration, Han Delun let out a miserable scream, and his right shoulder was directly pierced by the spear, and the whole person was taken away and nailed to the courtyard wall.

Everyone was dead silent, and all their faces were shocked.

Many people looked at Mrs. Han to see what she would do.

Although Han Qing killed all the monks of the seventh vein of the Han family, this was the Han family after all.

Even for the sake of face, Old Madam Han must have made a move on Han Qing, otherwise, where would the prestige of the Han family exist?

But to everyone's shock, Old Madam Han didn't say a word, but retreated a little further away and sat on a stone bench.

Seeing this, the rest of the dozen or so people were also silent and followed behind Old Madam Han.

At this time, Han Qing pinched Han Beixing, who was like a human stick, for a while, and saw that he seemed to be about to lose his breath, before throwing him directly off the roof.

Immediately, Han Qing's wound instantly closed and scabbed.

You must know that when you reach Han Qing's realm, your internal organs can already be displaced as you like.

"Brother Qing." Nangong Fei'er cried, threw herself into Han Qing's arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Fei'er, don't cry, Brother Qing is here, whoever wronged you, Brother Qing will get it back for you tenfold and hundredfold." Han Qing comforted softly.

And his words, although very light, exploded in everyone's ears.

Suddenly, the dozen or so people from the Lingyin Sect who came to congratulate him on his birthday all turned pale.

At this time, Han Qing took Nangong Fei'er and landed in the middle of the courtyard.

At this time, he looked around, and the spiritual coercion that terrified everyone was suppressed.

Immediately, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to raise their eyes.

They had a feeling that if they raised their heads at this time, their souls would immediately be crushed by Han Qing's might.

And the people of the seventh vein of the Han family all dared not breathe, and they were all nervous.

They pinned their hopes on Old Madam Han, but obviously, Old Madam Han ignored the face of the three top families and didn't seem to be going to interfere.

It makes them feel hopeless.

"Everyone from the Lingyin Sect, come out." Han Qing opened his mouth lightly, overflowing with murderous intent.

The ten monks who came from the Lingyin Sect all shuddered.

Originally, Sect Master Wu Huiqing wanted to take advantage of Han Qing's only care about the Han family's affairs and wanted to sneak away.

But he didn't expect that he didn't deal with the affairs of the Han family much, but he was going to give Nangong Fei'er a head directly.

At this time, Wu Huiqing regretted it.