Qin Han looked at the four figures running and leaping in the forest in the distance, everyone's aura was unfathomable, and one of the burly men was carrying Xia Chan'er on his shoulders!

"Stay!"

Qin Han shouted, suddenly stood up, swept towards the four of them like lightning, and grabbed Xia Chan'er on the big man's shoulder with one hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Go back!" One of the young swordsmen with a gloomy face and a thin sword hanging from his waist turned around suddenly, and a ray of sword light rose with it.

"Third Realm Cultivator!"

Qin Han's complexion changed, and he drew his knife and slashed out, and the sword light was like practice.

Rumble!

Swords and swords collide.

The corners of Qin Han's mouth were bleeding, and a strong force forced him back, and he was in the air, as if he had no roots, with nowhere to focus and no strength to fight back.

All he had to do was touch his feet on the ground and he could fight back quickly.

However, the other party does not seem to be willing to give him this opportunity.

"Autumn of the Sword!"

The young swordsman slammed the thin sword up, stood with his eyebrows, and stroked the sword body with two fingers of his left hand, and a majestic sword intent suddenly broke out of his body and spread around.

Everywhere the sword intent passed, a piece of dry branches trembled, floating in the air. Pieces of green leaves fall and move with the wind.

The space around his body was instantly filled with countless scorching sword-shaped energy.

The sword-shaped energy wrapped in it is the dead branches and fallen leaves.

"Die, mortal!"

The young swordsman's eyes showed a cold glow, and as the thin sword swung out, the sword-shaped energy suddenly exploded, like a monstrous wave rolling in all directions.

Under this blazing, roaring sword-shaped energy, the flourishing and dense trees were instantly shattered until they disappeared.

"Uhh

Qin Han was ruthlessly bombarded by the sword-shaped energy, and the whole person hit the tree, and then he was bounced away, and after a few steps, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground, and the blood quickly flowed to the ground.

"Senior Brother Qin! Senior Brother Qin!" Xia Chan'er screamed while struggling and slapping, "You let go of me, let go of me!"

"What a waste, it's vulnerable!" the young swordsman turned around.

"Stop!"

Ho-ho gasps!

"Huh?"

The young swordsman raised his eyebrows, and his black hair was slightly offset.

"I'm not dead yet!"

Qin Han struggled to get up, staggering, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, and the blood dripping on the ground was even more shocking.

"So what, it only takes a sword to kill a waste like you!" the young swordsman turned around and said coldly.

"I've been carrying the name of waste for seven years, and now no matter who treats me as a waste again, I won't agree, and my knife won't agree!" Qin Han pointed a knife at him, and blood droplets on the knife dripped down.

"It's not easy to be hurt like this, and to say such big things. Let's send you on your way!" The young swordsman's expression turned cold, and countless sword-shaped energy filled the space around his body again, and suddenly burst out, like a raging storm.

"Who's dead, uhhhh

Qin Han looked up to the sky and roared, and wisps of red air suddenly overflowed, like a spiritual snake surrounding his body.

Garuda's evil god vitality!

Around him, a pale current of energy visible to the naked eye suddenly rolled out, and the sword-shaped energy that struck the sky suddenly shook, and then shattered inch by inch, disappearing invisibly.

"How is that possible? how can it suddenly become so strong, what the hell is going on?" the young swordsman was shocked.

"What a strong vitality!" The burly man who was watching the battle from a distance seemed to sigh faintly, "There is no trace of impurities, no dirt and no flawlessness!"

"What? doesn't that mean that he has a chance to become an innocent powerhouse, that is a legendary existence, and there are not even many in the clan!" the lean man said in a lost voice.

"It's time to do it!" said the burly man lightly.

The lean man turned his head suddenly, his pupils shrinking.

"Say I'm a waste, then let you know how powerful a waste is!" Qin Han's face was hideous, his knife pointed behind him, and a domineering sword intent broke out of his body, and the cracks that were fine and like spider webs suddenly spread to the ground.

"Hey, waste is waste, how can you beat me. The young swordsman sweated on his forehead, and the thin sword slammed into it, and countless sword-shaped energy floated out of the air, dancing around his body, with amazing momentum.

"Die, mortal!"

The young swordsman swung out his sword, and the scorching and blazing sword-shaped energy turned into a fierce dragon with teeth and claws, and pounced on Qin Han.

"Battle-cang-dragon!"

Qin Han exhaled word by word, and with every word he spit out, his momentum became stronger, and at the moment when the wild dragon pounced, his momentum had already climbed to the peak.

His eyes widened, his essence soared, and he held the knife in both hands and slashed down.

The sword light fell from the sky.

The wind stopped.

The clouds were quiet.

Even the dragon didn't move.

A blazing mark split the heaven, the earth, and the dragon in two.

"How, how is it possible?" the young swordsman's voice trembled and he took two steps back.

"It's your turn!" Qin Han's voice was cold, and he pointed his knife at him, and a powerful momentum condensed again.

The young swordsman's face changed greatly, with one arm and one toe, like a goshawk spreading its wings and floating away.

The scorching sword-shaped energy condensed, floated in the air, and danced around the body, turning into a lifelike dragon again.

Only this time he didn't attack, but let the dragon firmly protect himself.

"Leave people under the knife!" Seeing Qin Han raise his knife, the thin old man who was watching the battle hurriedly spoke to stop it, but it was too late.

"Battle Dragon!"

Qin Han didn't care about it, and slashed down.

The sword light fell from the sky and flowed like a river.

"No!"

The young swordsman's roar came to an abrupt end.

Rumble!

The sword splits the world!

A straight, narrow, shocking knife mark appeared on the ground.

Bang!

Two halves of the body fell to the ground.

Blood is raining down!

"Kun'er!" The thin old man's eyes turned red, and he said angrily, "Kill me Kun'er, take your life!"

With a flick of his right hand, a three-foot-long, blue, and heavy umbrella-shaped magic weapon floated out of the air.

The blue umbrella shook a piece, the cold air overflowed, and with a sudden turn, a majestic energy fluctuation blasted towards Qin Han, like waves in the sea.

Burst!

Qin Han was caught off guard and hit it, flying out upside down while spraying blood, forcibly stabilizing his body in midair, and when he landed, he had already slid backwards seven feet away.

He knelt on one knee, holding the knife in his right hand, and looked up suddenly, but it froze like a woodcut.

A faint blue cold air spread from bottom to top, and the cold air passed through, and the hands, feet, chest, eyes, ears, mouth, and nose instantly turned into ice crystals, and they were turned into ice sculptures.

Xia Chan'er exclaimed, "Senior Brother Qin! Senior Brother Qin!"

Shed tears.

"Kun'er, my Kun'er!" The thin old man threw himself next to the corpse of the young swordsman, cried loudly, the old tears were all over the place, and suddenly looked at Qin Han's place, and said hatefully, "Kill me Kun'er, the old man will let you be crushed to pieces, and there will be no corpse to die!"

As soon as his body moved, he had already dodged to the ice sculpture that Qin Han had turned into, and he was about to slap it off with his palm.

"Senior Brother Qin, don't!"

"Break your bones, little brute!" the thin old man snapped, and his palm strength was three points stronger.

Xia Chan'er closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Rumble!

A vigorous wave of ice sculpture swings out.

The thin old man withdrew from Qizhang and said angrily: "What's the matter!"

Blood was pouring from the corners of the mouth.

"Hurry up!" the burly man shouted, his expression changed drastically

"What?" the thin old man was startled.

The evil spirit on the ice sculpture is amazing, stirring the clouds.