The tone of the voice is strange, subdued, erratic, like a whisper, slight but clear.

Qing Han's heart was calm and broken, the coldness suddenly rose in his chest, and his complexion changed sharply.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked back and saw a rare tremor in his body.

Zhao Ruoling laughed heartily when he saw this, as if he had seen the funniest scene he had ever seen in his life.

Her flowers trembled and leaned back together, and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, similar to the Qinghan at that time.

When she had laughed enough, the slightest ruddy climb up to her fair and delicate face, and let out a low pant to Qinghan:

"If the spirit has fulfilled the conditions, can Qingjun's promise be counted?"

Qing Han's hands clenched tightly, and suddenly let go, his gaze alternating between light and dark.

The fingertips rubbed against each other, the ten fingers were entangled, and he lowered his head and said slowly:

Qinghan has made very few promises, and there has never been a precedent for renegotiating. ”

The distance between the two was already very close, Zhao Ruoling was shy, and slowly moved the lotus step.

The fragrant wind brushed Qing Han's face and gently embraced him into his arms.

Her body was soft and boneless, and the willow branches passed through Qing Han's waist, and then stood on tiptoe, and leaned on his shoulder.

The warm breath swirled, and a red spot rose on his neck, making him uncomfortable.

"The girl is naturally beautiful, and she is so beautiful, Rao has gone through hardships, and she doesn't have to practice herself like this!"

A chill entered the flesh of the neck, and the coolness spread rapidly, followed by a sharp pain.

Beads of sweat oozed from Qing Han's forehead, and there was a violent struggle in his eyes, and he saw some pictures that he didn't want to see.

One picture flashed by, and the next appeared, endlessly.

Her previous experience appeared in Qing Han's mind in great detail, but in fact, the time that had passed was so short.

From birth to growth, from growth to daily chores, and then to the recent events.

These images flashed and then merged together, like a strange vortex of chaos, threatening to completely engulf his mind.

Qing Han recalled the original scene, and immediately bit the tip of his tongue with a pang of heart, gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "Be quiet and do nothing, seal your heart and keep one!"

The starlight in the center of the eyebrows flickered again, the left eye was dark and dull, and the right eye was blue.

"Practice?"

Zhao Ruoling's face was hideous and distorted, and he suddenly pushed away Qing Han's body, looked at him with four eyes, and said in a deep voice word by word:

"Look at what I look like now!Are you still talking this nonsense?!"

Qing Han kept his mind, blocked the previous illusion, the free focus was condensed, and he carefully looked at the appearance of Zhao Ruoling in front of him.

Just one glance made his face change slightly, and bitterness crawled all over his heart.

She used to have dangling green silk that looked like a cold waterfall, but now the long strands of hair fell from the roots, and dissipated before they could fall to the ground.

The originally fair and delicate face quickly withered yellow, and the ravines were densely wrinkled.

The autumn-like eyes were dull, covered by loose eyelids, revealing only the whites of the eyes.

The red lips gradually darkened like dry and cracked earth, and the scallop-like teeth broke and collapsed.

The skin that can be broken by blowing a bullet seems to have passed for thousands of years at this moment, and the limbs and body collapse and atrophy, like a withered grass seedling that is about to die.

Qing Han looked at the beautiful woman in front of her, and in just three breaths, she turned into an old woman who almost had two feet in the grave.

He let out a long sigh of relief, emptying the accumulated depression in his chest, recalling everything in the hallucination, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"If the girl is killed, what are you going to do next?

Zhao Ruoling squirmed her chapped lips, and her voice was as low as the sky was dark, hoarse and deaf.

"Of course, it is to turn this country into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, otherwise how will my resentment and hatred be placed?"

Qing Han raised his arm and stretched it out in front of him, and spread his palm again, looking like he was inviting.

"In that case...... Qing has a method that allows you to get rid of it and stay away from the pain of resentment. ”

Looking at the spread palm in front of him, Zhao Ruoling showed a smile, tilted his head slightly to avoid the gaze of the contact, and said coldly:

"Qingjun is really good at laughing! This method does not exist in the world, even if you kill me, it will be the same!"

Qing Han drove the spiritual power in the dantian to convey the limbs and hundreds of remains, and separated a wisp of soul and held it in the palm of his hand.

The black mist converged with the trace of ghost in the palm of his hand, and the phantom sword became more condensed, and finally turned into an entity.

It can be said to be exactly the same as when it was not fused with it before.

Qing Han pulled the sword edge to her chin in a virtual step, and then stepped on it, stabbing at Zhao Ruoling with a sword, pointing directly at her frowning eyebrows.

Zhao Ruoling was indifferent, just facing the sunset in the west, letting the afterglow fall on her old face.

Qing Han couldn't see her appearance in his rapid movement, let alone what she was thinking, he just wanted to end it all.

"Stop!"

The dark sword shadow was about to fall on her eyebrows, Qing Han faintly heard a loud shout, and then a strange wind suddenly rose in place to surround the old woman.

was blocked, no matter how much Qing Han increased his strength, even if he recited the Wan Jun mantra, it was useless, and the tip of the sword could never be advanced.

The figures of the stone statue overlapped between the tremors, and out of it came an old man with an illusory body, who was exactly the same as the person carved in the stone statue in terms of appearance and demeanor.

Qing Han's eyes flickered with coldness, retracted his previous actions, and looked at the person coldly.

"I thought you would never show up, and those who hide their heads and tails dare to calculate against me!"

As soon as she withdrew her sword momentum, the strange wind dissipated, revealing Zhao Ruoling's body, but she didn't look at Qinghan or the old man, and still faced the sunset without saying a word.

"This immortal didn't calculate against you, but what use is there for mere mortals?"

The old man smiled slightly, waved his sleeves slightly, and a glittering illusory dust appeared, floating quietly in front of him.

"But she can't die yet, this person has some use for this immortal. ”

Qing Han snorted, turned sideways and provoked a dark sword light shaped like a shark, and attacked the old man directly, and at the same time, with a step on his feet, the figure disappeared in an instant.

The old man's face did not change, and he grabbed the dust and gently brushed it towards the sword light, as if he was bounced away with the dust.

Where the dust passes, it is like being scorched by fire, tumbling and twisting. It's like brushing across the water, a sparkling wave.

As soon as the ghostly light touched the distortion, it collapsed and dissipated, and then the teleporting Qinghan appeared on the old man's left side.

Qing Han's oblique sword was charged on the side, the sword body was haunted by the filthy qi, the fierce light in his eyes flashed, and the strength of his arm exploded and slashed at the old man's neck with a black sword.

The space where the blade passed was severed, and its trajectory was like a crescent moon obscured by dark clouds, and there was darkness inside, and the wind burst outward.

The old man's hair was swept by the wind, and he stretched out his palm at the same time with a light sigh, grabbing the blade of Qinghan's sword.

The faces of the two of them changed in unison, and at the same time they felt a huge force of shock, and the ground under their feet burst and collapsed, about three feet deep.

At the same time, an extremely violent wave of air exploded in his ears, and this wave of air pushed the surrounding soil away for hundreds of zhang, forming a large pit three zhang deep and one hundred zhang wide.

The blade was stuck in the palm of his hand, and the old man's arm became more illusory, and a white stream escaped from the wound.

Similarly, Qing Han's hand holding the sword was shocked, and the tiger's mouth cracked and then penetrated the palm, and a trace of blood overflowed and flowed.