This shit, dare to slap his woman, damn it!

Han Qing's anger was already monstrous, and the killing intent caused frost to fall all around.

Beicang Flying Sword was shocked by Han Qing's terrifying killing intent, and his scalp was numb, and a strong fear rose up.

He felt that Han Qing was like a terrible ghost who had crawled out of hell and wanted to tear him to pieces. Z.br>

However, when he thought that he had the hole card of Yun Chuchu in his hand, his courage suddenly became sufficient.

"Han Qing, you despicable little cultivator, keep your eyes open and look at Ben Shao's sword, if you dare to move, your woman's head will immediately roll under your feet." Beicang Feijian roared, only to see that on his sword body, there was a circle of sword light around Yun Chuchu's neck.

Han Qing's eyes were like ice blades, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was smiling from the Grim Reaper.

Bei Cangfeijian's heart shook wildly, the cold air filled his body, and a group of his subordinates all turned pale and frightened, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Throw your sword over at once." Bei Cangfei Sword said sharply.

Han Qing raised his hand and flicked it, and the spirit sword in his hand flew up, and after it fell, it was diagonally inserted in front of the Beicang Flying Sword.

Beicang Feijian stared at this spirit sword, and suddenly his eyes showed ecstasy and greed.

This is a spiritual weapon, a spiritual weapon on top of the magic weapon.

Han Qing's strength must rely on this spirit sword, without this spirit sword, his strength will definitely drop greatly.

"Haha, without this spirit sword, see if you can still be arrogant, give it to me, first beat me so that I can't take care of myself." Beicang Feijian laughed.

Immediately, dozens of monks rushed out and surrounded Han Qing.

Han Qing's gaze swept the sword aura around Yun Chuchu's neck, and he stood still, allowing the attacks of these monks to fall on him.

Suddenly, countless waves of qi exploded on Han Qing's body, and he kept retreating behind him.

Suddenly, a monk jumped up like a goshawk and slammed his knees on Han Qing's head.

Han Qing snorted, and the whole person fell to the ground.

At this moment, these monks condensed their spiritual power on their feet one by one, and constantly stepped on Han Qing.

"Hahaha, it's just a small casual cultivator, and you still want to fight with me Yunjian Pavilion, and you can't do it yourself." Beicang Feijian smirked.

However, he didn't notice at all that on the spirit sword inserted in the ground, a trace of spiritual power flowed out and gathered on Yun Chuchu's body.

Soon, these spiritual powers formed a mark on her body.

"It's okay, now everyone is soaking and urinating on him, Ben Shao just wants him to understand that he is a garbage that only deserves to live in filth." Bei Cangfei Sword sneered.

The monks also laughed, and one by one they surrounded Han Qing and began to untie their pants.

"Don't ......," Yun Chuchu yelled bitterly.

She would rather bear this kind of humiliation by herself than let Han Qing bear it.

What a proud man that is, how could he be allowed to suffer such humiliation over and over again for his own sake?

At this moment, Han Qing, who was surrounded, suddenly had a circle of cold light flashing.

In an instant, these monks surrounding Han Qing all let out a terrible scream, and one by one the roots of their sins were broken, and their crotches were soaked in blood.

Immediately afterwards, the tongues in the mouths of these monks who let out terrible screams were also shattered by spiritual power, and they couldn't scream.

At this time, Han Qing Shi Shiran stood up and patted the dust on his body with an indifferent face.

"A bunch of soft-footed shrimp, I'm so disappointed that I've let you attack for so long, and it's not even an itch." Han Qing scoffed.

Beicang Feijian's original triumphant expression suddenly froze, and then his face turned pale, and cold sweat was like rain.

The disciples of Yunjian Pavilion beside him were even more shocked, and none of them dared to take a breath.

For a moment, the scene was dead.

Everyone stared at Han Qing in horror, and their eyes were about to burst.

What kind of strength is this, it's terrifying.

With so many monks' attacks, he didn't even lose a single hair, but instead abolished dozens of people in an instant.

"Han Qing, if you dare to fight back, aren't you afraid that I will slaughter your woman?" Beicang Feijian came back to his senses and said angrily.

"You don't have the skills." Han Qing's face was indifferent, as if he was talking about a fact.

"The surname is Han, do you really think I don't dare to do it? You forced me." Beicang Feijian looked hideous, and the sword in his hand was pumped.

Suddenly, the sword qi aperture on Yun Chuchu's neck immediately contracted, and he was about to cut off Yun Chuchu's head.

But at the same time, there was a mark on Yun Chuchu's body that burst out with a dazzling light.

This made the sword light that was about to be twisted down, as if it had encountered the hardest thing in the world, not only could it not be twisted, but also collapsed directly.

Beicang Feijian was shocked, and immediately took the sword and was about to stab Yun Chuchu's heart.

But at this moment, an imperceptible light flashed, and the wrist of the Beicang Flying Sword was directly disconnected, and the hand holding the sword fell to the ground.

After a while, Beicang Feijian screamed miserably.

At this time, Han Qing appeared in front of him and kicked on him.

Suddenly, the Beicang Flying Sword flew up, and more than a dozen ribs on his body sounded at the same time, and after falling to the ground, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood and was dying.

"Young Pavilion Master." The rest of the Yunjian Pavilion disciples exclaimed, and they were about to attack Han Qing.

It's just that Han Qing's cold gaze swept forward.

In an instant, all these people stopped, swallowed their saliva one by one, looked at each other, and no one dared to take a step forward.

"Han Qing." Yun Chuchu threw himself into Han Qing's arms.

"It's okay, with me, no one can hurt you." Han Qing gently patted Yun Chuchu's back to comfort him.

Yun Chuchu calmed down in Han Qing's arms, and then retreated.

At this time, several elders of Longhu Mountain came to pay a visit.

Then, it is the Holy Son of the Tianshan Mountains, Mo Yuntian.

"Yuntian, you did a good job this time." Han Qing said to Mo Yun Tiandao.

The people of Longhu Mountain are not afraid of death, and Han Qing is not surprised, because they are all his henchmen.

However, Mo Yuntian was controlled by Han Qing, but it was estimated that he was also unwilling in his heart.

Therefore, Han Qing didn't expect him to be able to do this.

"You little ***, you have completely angered Ben Shao, if you don't crush your bones and ashes, Ben Shao will not be a man." At this moment, Bei Cangfeijian, who had broken a hand and ribs all over his body, swallowed a pill, then stood up and screamed bitterly.

He stared at Han Qing, the hatred in his eyes like an erupting volcano.

"Grass and mud horses, you dog-like thing, but my ancestor's subordinates are defeated, don't kneel and beg for mercy, dare to be crooked, look for death, right?" The five elders of Longhu Mountain scolded and slapped him in the air.

But at this moment, a spiritual light suddenly erupted from Beicang Feijian's body, blocking the slap of the five elders.