Li Chen's eyes showed a strong sense of unwillingness, and under the sweep of the ghost head knife, he suddenly shook away the golden mangs that came from all around, this ghost head knife he had always carried with him, although he had stepped into the path of cultivation, but he did not abandon it, but sacrificed for many years to make this ghost head knife a magic weapon, which is equivalent to the level of a medium-grade spiritual treasure.

His face was pale at the moment, his nose was sweating, and his yuan power was consumed very dramatically, although he used the power of the ghost head knife to temporarily protect under this rain, but it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

He was unwilling, a hundred years ago he and Han Shi worshiped at the same time in Xuanyang Gate, at that time his cultivation talent was still above Han Shi, who would have thought that a hundred years later, he and Han Shi are already very different.

Li Chen could see that from beginning to end, Han Shi's gaze fell on the Beixuan envoy and the royal ancestor, and occasionally glanced at those Yuanying monks, but he didn't let Han Shi look at it halfway, and he suddenly remembered what Han Shi said in Dongyun City back then.

"With the blade in your hand, you can forbear in your heart!"

He didn't understand this sentence back then, but at this moment he understood.

Looking at the scarred ghost head knife in his hand, Li Chen realized at this moment, the unwillingness in his eyes disappeared, he stroked the blade and no longer resisted the roaring golden mang, but sat cross-legged and let the rain of knives come to him.

"It turns out that I have never understood what a sword ...... is for so many years" Li Chen watched the cold golden light approach quickly, and the bitterness turned into calm.

There was a will to die in his eyes, and in the depths of this will was an understanding of the knife.

More than 100 golden rays were full of murderous aura, and they all stopped less than three inches away from Li Chen, Li Chen let out a long sigh, and he looked at Han Shi with complexity in his eyes.

After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes, and three spiritual senses came out.

Two of them were passed to Li Weiyu and Li Hui, and the moment Li Chen's spiritual sense came, the two of them both sighed, sitting cross-legged like Li Chen, and the two of them were also surrounded by dense golden rays.

The surrender of the three brothers of the Li family without a fight made many Yuandan monks give up resistance, and in the face of life and death, few people will stubbornly resist to the end.

A young man in white quietly glanced at the Great Elder Yang Fei not far away, this person was the first monk of the law enforcement line, Zhao De.

In the battle just now, Zhao De relied on the cultivation of the middle of the Yuan Dan to shoot extremely ruthlessly, and killed the three disciples of Xuanyang Gate in a row, since the first law enforcement was imprisoned, this person was handed down in the law enforcement hall, and the disciples of this person were all respected by the great elder Yang Fei, this person was scheming, and he was very popular with the first law enforcement seat for more than a hundred years, and he did not hesitate to cultivate this person with a large number of pills and spirit stones, so that the cultivation improved extremely quickly, although it was not as good as Han Yu, Li Chen and others, but it was not much different.

Before Han Shi returned to Xuanyang Gate, Zhao De's status had reached the point where he was the only one among the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall, even some law enforcement elders had to be kind to him, and he would not easily offend this person.

Since Zhao De attached himself to Tang Yunfeng, he acted even more unscrupulously, and there were not a few disciples who secretly died in the hands of this person, and the conflict with Han Shi back then was only the tip of the iceberg.

Therefore, long after Han Shi appeared, he remembered that this person had had an unhappy relationship with him back then, but in Zhao De's opinion, this matter has been a long time ago, and there has been no follow-up since then, this person is afraid that he has long forgotten this matter.

The actions of the three brothers of the Li family fell in Zhao De's eyes, and suddenly made his heart move, his Yuan Li was already gone, if it weren't for the fact that he still had several pills in his hand that could quickly restore Yuan Li, he would have been defeated, and the sharpness in the golden mangs made him smell a strong breath of death.

Zhao De's pale face revealed calmness, he withdrew the flying sword with a slight sigh, glanced at Han Shi deeply, slowly lowered his head and sat down, his back revealed a sense of loneliness, this move was very similar to the three brothers of the Li family, and even more profound, people who don't know what they are in will inevitably be deceived by this person.

The calmness in Zhao De's eyes added a wisp of indifference at the moment when the golden mang struck, and this indifference contained a strong intent to die.

From beginning to end, Zhao De's eyes did not show the slightest hint of panic, I have to say that this person's talent in acting is unique, but all this fell in Han Shi's eyes, but it did not make his gaze fluctuate in the slightest.

Hundreds of golden rays almost instantly submerged into Zhao De's body, and then, his indifferent eyes were suddenly replaced by an extreme fear.

A sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow spread, but in less than half an end, the pain stopped abruptly, Zhao De's eyes suddenly opened and looked down, and what fell into his eyes was his feet and hands burst open, turning into a cloud of blood mist and scattering in all directions.

Then, his body turned into a pile of minced flesh from the dantian up to his chest, Zhao De's fear finally reached its peak, he had not yet married a baby, and his body collapsed like this, only death.

Death, what a distant thought it was to him, he couldn't believe it.

Zhao De's last gaze fell on the calm in Han Shi's eyes, and before he had time to regret and think, his head suddenly exploded and died completely.

There are not a few people like Zhao De, these people are all murderers in the battle just now, at this moment, these people are all like Zhao De collapsed, leaving only a pile of broken flesh and blood.

In a moment, all the Yuandan monks of Yang Fei's lineage gave up resistance, and were imprisoned in it by one after another, not daring to move, Han Shi was not a soft-hearted person, and there would be deep meaning if he didn't kill them.

Looking at Han Shi's might, many people suddenly had a vague sense of remorse in their hearts, maybe they shouldn't have betrayed Xuanyang Gate.

This abandonment of resistance is not only Yuan Dan Monk, Yang Fei is one of the four Yuan Infant Elders, his face is ashen at this moment, he is just the early stage of Yuan Infant, the previous battle with Elder Lu has made him consume a lot, and now, in the face of this almost endless golden mang, Yuan Li has run out of oil.

The golden mangs are extremely difficult, and they can feel the sharp meaning that permeates them from a long distance, and they can hit him hard with just one piece, this person looked at the more than a thousand golden mangs shuttling around, and finally his eyes darkened and he no longer resisted, sitting cross-legged like the three brothers of the Li family, and being besieged and imprisoned in the middle by more than a thousand golden mangs, this move is equivalent to surrendering to Han Shi!

Yang Fei hit several yuan forces in a row, temporarily forcing Jin Mang in front of him to retreat, and when he turned his head, he swept his gaze and said angrily: "Zhang Tao, you ......"

The Yuanying Monk named Zhang Tao said with a bitter face: "Great Elder, there is nothing I can do about this matter. ”

After speaking, Zhang Tao closed his eyes and ignored the things outside his body.

Yang Fei's complexion changed, and before he could open his mouth, Jin Mang struck again, making his body retreat quickly, and his hands shot out several seals to meet Jin Mang.

As a Yuan Infant Great Perfection, his cultivation is profound, and his Yuan power seems to be endless, but he is also very jealous of this golden mang, and he does not dare to let it get closer.

Yang Fei was still like this, and the rest of the Yuanying monks gritted their teeth even more and insisted, and after a while, another person showed bitterness, and his last trace of Yuan Power was exhausted, unless he blew up Yuanying, he had no other way at the moment.

But this person knew that Han Shi would never let him go, just because he had killed several people in the previous battle, a cold glint flashed in this person's eyes, and a destructive aura suddenly rose in the dantian.

"Boom ......"

With a loud bang, the strong Yuan Force fluctuations spread out in all directions, and this person was wiped out in the self-explosion, leaving only a huge pit with a radius of nearly 100 zhang, and many monks around him retreated, even so, many people were affected by the explosion and spurted blood.

The death of this person made the hearts of the other two Yuanying monks tremble, and they couldn't help but be a little slower, revealing a gap, and several golden rays crossed the bodies of the two, making the two of them spit blood and show despair in their eyes at the same time, the two of them did not have the courage to blow up the Yuanying, so they had to bow their heads cross-legged, and let the golden rays envelop themselves, so that the four Yuanying behind Yang Fei died and fell three times.

All this happened extremely fast, almost less than ten breaths, and Yang Fei's first-line cultivators had no one to fight except Yang Fei.

Yang Fei looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Han Shi'er, even if the old man dies today, he won't let you go!"

Han Shi slowly got up in silence, his calm eyes contained an indescribable coldness, and in the huge palace, there were still four people who were still resisting under the shroud of golden mangs at this moment.

The royal monks suffered heavy casualties, and Han Shi did not deliberately stop these people, but let Jin Mang pass through their bodies, if he could still survive under such a heavy blow, he would not care about himself, and let out a way to live.

But he won't let go of these four people, among them Nie Dong he can't kill, as a messenger of Northern Xuanzong, once he dies in the Jin Kingdom, it will inevitably arouse the attention of Northern Xuanzong, Han Shi's current cultivation is far from being able to compete with Northern Xuanzong, so he won't kill this person.

Han Shi is a stone cultivator, there is a divine power called the seal of the stone slave, this method is extremely domineering, once the original god is branded by this seal, he will not be able to get rid of the fate of being a slave for the rest of his life, and there must be no slightest dissent, which is more effective than soul blood.

Tang Xuangang's eyes were red and his palms kept slapping out, repelling the approaching golden mang, not far away, Tang Yuntian, Tang Yunshan and Tang Yunfeng were pierced by more than a dozen golden mangs, and fell to the ground in a scream, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

"Han Shi, I want you to die!"

Tang Xuangang's face was extremely hideous, and the figure of Yuan Li suddenly flashed, ignoring the dense golden mangs behind him, his figure instantly came to Han Shi's body, slapped out a palm, and went straight to Han Shi's eyebrows.