Beicang Feijian got up, bleeding from his mouth and nose, but he didn't breathe.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." The Lord of the Beicang Pavilion bowed again and again, and then took the Beicang Flying Sword away.

At this moment, Yan Bingqing came to Yun Chuchu's face.

"Why do you want to help me?" Yun Chuchu asked.

"Help? I'm afraid you're being amorous, I'm just disgusted with this kind of man." Yan Bingqing said coldly.

"We've been together for a while, and I feel like you should recognize me as a friend." Yun Chuchu looked at Yan Bingqing with a strange light in his eyes.

Yan Bingqing laughed strangely, shook his head and sneered, "Yun Chuchu, why are you so naïve? You must know that you are now tied up here by me, but I am just using you as bait to lure Han Qing over and send him to death, why do you think we are friends?"

"I know that this is true, but I feel that you treat me as a friend, just as I also treat you as a friend, and what I say is really clear." Yun Chuchu said calmly, his eyes staring directly at Yan Bingqing.

Yan Bingqing was stunned for a moment, but immediately, a face appeared in her pupils, which made her expression immediately become hideous.

"Smack"

Yan Bingqing waved his hand and slapped Yun Chuchu hard.

"Pretending to be a ghost in front of me, and pretending to be smart, trying to play tricks with me, you are too tender, when I play this set, you don't know where it is." Yan Bingqing said fiercely.

At the corner of Yun Chuchu's mouth, blood overflowed, and she forcibly suppressed the defensive treasure on her body, and she suffered this slap alive.

She raised her head, but the corners of her mouth were upturned, and she smiled: "You are the first woman Han Qing to be tempted, and you are a classmate with him, so we should be about the same age, but you talk like an old witch, haven't you lived for hundreds of years?"

Yan Bingqing's expression suddenly fluctuated, and suddenly, her gaze had become extremely terrifying.

At this moment, she stretched out her hand and directly grabbed Yun Chuchu's neck.

"If you dare to talk nonsense here, go die." Yan Bing said sharply, and his palms began to retract.

And Yun Chuchu's throat bone kept clicking.

But at this moment, a wave of sky-high air suddenly erupted in the distance.

At the same time, there was a boundless murderous aura surging like a tsunami.

This piece of heaven and earth trembles for it.

Yan Bingqing's face changed, and he retracted his hand.

She stared at Yun Chuchu, whose face was pale and coughing constantly, and said coldly, "Han Qing is dead."

Yun Chuchu took a mouthful of blood foam, a little embarrassed, but her expression was extremely confident, she said, "The one who wins in the end will definitely be Han Qing, you will never know how powerful he is."

"Hmph, you'll know how naïve you are when I screw his head off and put it in front of your eyes." Yan Bingqing snorted coldly, his body shook, and disappeared in front of Yun Chuchu.

Yun Chuchu let out a long breath of turbidity, and on her back, there were faint formations that lit up, and now they began to disappear again.

It's just that the talisman treasure on her body is about to be suppressed.

After all, Yan Bingqing just now really wanted to kill her.

But fortunately, Han Qing arrived at this time.

"Yan Bingqing, my good friend, don't let me down." Yun Chuchu was talking to himself.

Han Qing was stepping step by step on the steps leading to the Yunjian Pavilion, which was like leading to the Immortal Palace, most of which was hidden in the mist.

Moreover, for each stone step, there will be a layer of prohibition.

Ordinary monks spend a lot of time breaking the ban every time they ascend to the next level.

But Han Qing was different, he stepped over in one step, often more than ten steps.

The prohibition on it, like tofu, was shattered in an instant.

"Boom"

Suddenly, several sword puppets appeared, slashing towards Han Qing.

Han Qing raised his eyes, his thoughts like a storm

Rush through.

In an instant, these sword golems became a pile of fragments.

And the higher Han Qing went, the stronger the prohibition here became, and the more powerful the puppets appeared.

However, Han Qing never paused from beginning to end, and he didn't even raise his hands.

Everywhere he went, everything fell apart.

At the top, the Lord of the Yunjian Pavilion and a group of elders were waiting for each other.

"Pavilion Master, our sword ban here, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop him." An elder couldn't help but say in a trembling voice when he saw Han Qing rushing up like a devastation.

"It's okay, it's normal if you can't stop him, it's just an appetizer, just look at his condition." The Lord of the Beicang Pavilion said in a deep voice.

But his heart is extremely unsettled.

Although he knew that Han Qing was very strong and had a certain amount of psychological preparation, Han Qing's strength was still beyond his expectations.

If Han Qing broke into without any preparation, the fate of Yunjian Pavilion would not be much better than taking off the Snow Palace and Tianshan Mountain.

But now, no matter how powerful Han Qing is, he will be buried here.

At this time, Han Qing's speed of leaping was getting faster and faster, and the whole person shot towards the top like a cannonball.

"Boom"

Everywhere he passed, all the prohibitions crumbled, and all the puppets were shattered.

"Break it for me!"

Han Qing snorted, his voice like thunder.

This huge mountain peak shook suddenly.

Immediately, an invisible force in front of him was destroyed in an instant.

When the fog cleared, Han Qing was no longer sheltered and appeared in front of the Yun Sword Pavilion Lord and a group of masters.

Han Qing's body was filled with irritable killing intent, and it was as if he was about to pierce this heavenly firmament.

Suddenly, this killing intent turned into sword intent and slashed towards the crowd.

Some of the weaker ones directly screamed and retreated, bleeding from the seven orifices, and collapsed to the ground in languises.

The crowd was all shocked and kept retreating.

"Hand over my woman immediately, otherwise, all of you in the Yunjian Pavilion will be broken into pieces." Han Qing said angrily.

The Beicang Pavilion Lord forcibly suppressed the terror in his heart and said sharply, "Han Qing, you little thief, today's Yunjian Pavilion is your place of death, as for your woman, after you die, I will send her to meet you on the Huangquan Road."

Han Qing suddenly raised his eyes, and a ray of light slashed out in his hand.

In an instant, his spirit sword appeared in front of the Beicang Pavilion Lord, wanting to cut off his neck.

However, at this moment, a spiritual power light shield appeared in front of the Beicang Pavilion Lord, blocking Han Qing's terrifying sword that caught him off guard.

But in an instant, the spiritual power light shield was shattered, and a talisman on the body of the Beicang Pavilion Lord was also instantly turned into ashes.