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He looked at the little Taoist boy in front of him, thinking about his hundred years of life experience, which was really a little pale and ridiculous at this time.

Although the Buddha and the devil have a thought, good and evil are the choice of the heart, but the heart of this little Taoist boy can really be called terrifying.

"You have the devil in your heart. ”

Han Lihai sighed in his heart, couldn't help but sigh, and threw him directly out of a long distance like garbage, and said in a voice full of indifference: "Life and death are fate, killing you is afraid of dirty my hands, let me see what you will look like in the future!"

"Hahaha, you old thief don't want to be arrested?" Song Changfeng's eyes were gloomy, he looked at Han Lihai with a dagger in his chest, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly to the soldiers of the Song family around him: "I want to live this time, whoever can catch this old thief will reward him with two wishful pills." ”

When the soldiers of the Song family heard this, the momentum was like a rainbow, and dozens of black armor held long knives, which swept rapidly from the top of the hanging ladder, and the blades were a little bright and dazzling under the light of the gilded furnace in the center, full of awe-inspiring killing intent.

"Two wishful pills?" Han Lihai frowned slightly, although he had the dagger in his chest, it was not a big problem for his realm, he just looked at the black armor that was surging madly in the distance, and said with some displeasure in his heart: "Are you saying that what I said is too cheap." ”

Before he finished speaking, two long knives fell down, and the cultivation of the clumsy realm made these two knives look domineering and extraordinary.

The soldiers of the Song family are the elite combat power created by the Song family spending more than ten years and investing a lot of pills, and they are stationed in the base of the Song family's Hongshu Mountain all the year round, but there are also many old mansions of the Song family that are used to guard Anyang City.

Han Lihai looked at the blade that fell in front of him, his eyes were calm, without the slightest fear, he just waved the wide Yunshui long sleeves towards the front suddenly. A vast vitality, like a flame rolled up by a howling cold wind, spread deep underground like ripples, sweeping across the entire Black Armor Army.

Under this vast vitality, the soldiers of the Song family were simply vulnerable, and they directly lay on the ground.

"Old thief!"

Song Changfeng's face was hideous, and he directly took out the ancient sword in his hand and put it in front of his chest, wanting to block the spreading vitality.

But the result surprised him.

I thought that this vitality had swept across the entire black armor army, and the remaining momentum should also be the end of the strong crossbow, but when Song Changfeng was here with a horizontal sword, he wanted to stop this vitality.

It dawned on him that his thoughts were a bit whimsical.

"What kind of realm is this, just the Yuan Qi can be so powerful!" Song Changfeng's face turned pale, and he found that his whole person was like a catkins swaying in the wind and rain, allowing this vast Yuan Qi to directly push out a distance of more than ten meters.

More than ten meters!

The vitality has finally barely stopped!

Song Changfeng's face was a little ugly, the two arms of his horizontal sword on his chest were also a little stiff, and the white robe was hunting in the wind when his vitality dissipated.

Although he was fine, his heart had sunk to the bottom.

He is a half-step powerhouse, although he is not the most powerful existence in the entire Anyang City, his strength is definitely not negligible.

But he didn't expect that he couldn't stop the casual blow of the old thief in front of him.

"Impossible," Song Changfeng's face was a little dark, his eyes were gloomy, he couldn't believe it, he looked at Han Lihai in the distance, and muttered to himself: "It must be because of his exercises, otherwise it would not be so strong!"

"Besides, he's already injured!"

Song Changfeng didn't want to believe it, and he couldn't believe it, he could only hold the ancient sword, and didn't dare to hesitate at all, and directly swept through the long corridor, and the sword momentum gradually condensed in his hands until the distance between the two was less than five meters.

He finally picked up his sword, and an awe-inspiring sword qi slashed down directly.

The sword aura is like the wind.

Just like the wind and waves that often roll up in the South China Sea of the Chu State, gushing out from this cyan ancient sword that looks a little slender, rolling up all the longboard stone chips on the hanging ladders on both sides of the rock wall, and directly whistling out like a tornado.

"It's kind of interesting. Han Lihai's eyes moved slightly, he looked at the sword qi in front of him, and felt a little emotionally at Song Changfeng's decisiveness, and said softly: "This sword technique is good, and the sword momentum is faintly formed, but it only lacks its own sword intent." ”

Swordsmanship is easy to learn, as long as you have enough time and experience, there will always be a time to learn it. But the sword intent is difficult to understand, what is needed is not time, but the talent for kendo.

Even if Song Changfeng, who has cultivated to an extraordinary level, no matter how perfect his sword posture is, he has no sword intent of his own after all.

It's like the finishing touch, a sword without sword intent is a dragon, and it's always a little lifeless.

Although Han Lihai sighed with emotion, he didn't hesitate at all, this level of battle was like a child's fight to him, without the slightest interest, if it wasn't for his lack of wanting to kill, maybe this meaningless battle would have ended long ago.

He slowly raised his right hand, flexed his finger and pointed at the sword qi that was as imposing as the wind and waves, and whispered, "Stop." ”

A little starlight condensed in his fingertips, and as soon as Han Lihai's voice fell, the sparks seemed to be already burning in his fingertips.

Transform into a fiery red sword.

With a slight flick of his fingers, the long sword suddenly swept out, cutting through the somewhat dark corridors underground, and directly cutting off Song Changfeng's tornado-like terrifying sword qi.

It's very simple, it's like chopping vegetables, it's like slaying a dragon, Song Changfeng was shocked when he saw it, and his face was pale and terrifying.

"Impossible, how can you be so strong!" he muttered in disbelief with his eyes full of shock and disbelief, "Aren't you already injured?"

"You're wrong. Han Lihai shook his head, pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, there was not the slightest blood on it, and said in a faint voice: "It is impossible for a mortal sword to hurt me!"

"Are you ......" Song Changfeng's pupils contracted, and his whole body trembled, but before he could say anything, the remaining momentum of the fiery red long sword had already been cut off, and the sword blade picked up the stone slabs and sawdust from the floor of the corridor, and smashed it overwhelmingly into the entire crowd.

Xiaodao boy Chen Bingshen fled here in a panic, he looked at Han Lihai standing on the corridor in the distance, although his eyes were full of hatred, but deep remorse and self-blame appeared in the depths of his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Damn old guy, why can't you give me a chance and let me continue to pretend!"

In the distance, Han Lihai's expression moved slightly, and he seemed to be able to feel the emotions here, but when he was about to raise his head, the gilded brass furnace in the center suddenly sounded a slight vibration, and he was slightly startled in his heart, and said, "Are you coming out soon?"

'Boom'.

The flames splashed, and the top of the alchemy furnace suddenly burst, and Xu Qingyun hung a bronze small tripod on his head, holding a mahogany sword, and directly broke out of the furnace. (To be continued.) )