Chapter 174, the jade is burned

This voice was like Hong Zhong in his ears, Luo Xiaocheng's body trembled, and suddenly hope appeared in his eyes. He could hear that the voice was Han Lun's, and he finally woke up again. Luo Xiaocheng's whole person was stuck around his neck and hung in the air, unable to move a single bit. He only wished he hadn't heard the hallucinations he had when he was dying.

But soon, he realized that it was not an illusion, it was a real voice. Because the black-robed man was also turning his head to watch. Although Luo Xiaocheng couldn't see it, he obviously felt that the strength in the black-robed man's hand was much smaller.

He heard Han Lun's voice: "Let him go, otherwise, your hand will belong to him." ”

The black-robed man laughed and said, "Boy, Ben will come back to clean you up in a while, don't be in a hurry." ”

Han Lun's voice was cold, and he said, "I don't want to say it a third time. I could only hear a loud sound, as if it was the sound of a blade groaning. Immediately followed by Han Lun's unhurried footsteps.

The black-robed man said: "If you don't have spiritual power, you are still so arrogant, then good, the general is not in a hurry, so I will clean you up first!" Saying that, the black-robed man pushed his right hand, and Luo Xiaocheng's whole person was thrown away by him with one hand, and he immediately spun and flew out, falling heavily towards the cliff wall. It looked like his head was about to hit a cliff. Immediately, flesh and blood were about to fly, and suddenly a shadow flashed, and Shi Yunyang's body was steadily stopped in mid-air and slowly fell to the ground.

The black-robed man saw that it was actually Han Lun, and the Han Lun in front of him had already disappeared. The black-robed man was surprised, could it be that the dosage of this person who took Ling Ling San was not enough? But Ling Ling San does not pay attention to the dose, as long as he takes this Ling Ling San, even a little bit, it will make people's spiritual power slacken, and he will not be able to recover within three days. But looking at Han Lun's body, there was no sign of any loss of spiritual power.

Han Lun put down Luo Xiaocheng and let him lean against the side of a huge falling rock. Luo Xiaocheng gasped, coughed constantly, and kept coughing up blood in his mouth, he said: "Luo someone is all over the world, I have never felt that breath is more precious than wine" Luo Xiaocheng had already coughed up tears in his eyes.

Han Lun said: "Don't be poor, take care of yourself, I'm busy." ”

Luo Xiaocheng said: "Okay, I'll hand it over to you as soon as I get it." Luo can't die, and you can't die either, otherwise Sister Qian Luo and Brother Shi will die too unjustly. ”

Talking about the death of Shi Yunyang and the others, Han Luo and the others were stunned, Han Lun couldn't hold back his tears, he suddenly smiled and said: "When you go out from here, when you arrive in Yangzhou, Young Master Ben invites you to drink, you remember, this is what Young Master Ben promised." ”

Luo Xiaocheng nodded and said, "Good brother, I remember, I must remember." ”

As soon as Han Lun turned around, the Hanzhang knife in his hand was already shining, and it was full of coldness. He walked towards the black-robed man step by step. Seeing that the situation was wrong, the black-robed man naturally took half a step back.

Han Lun held the long knife in his hand and said to the black-robed man, "You must be wondering why I didn't get hit by your Lingsan, right?"

The black-robed man said, "Yes, Ben General really wants to know." ”

Han Lun said: "Lingsan is a mixture of nineteen kinds of medicinal materials such as mandala, Jiuhua grass, poppy, blood dragon seed, etc., which needs to go through seven hundred and forty-nine days, and is made by alternating calcining with simmering fire and martial fire. ”

The black-robed man said, "Yes, it seems that you are very familiar with this Lingsan." However, you should also know that the medicinal properties of this medicine can be resolved by itself, so there is no antidote to zài. How do you detoxify?"

Han Lun said: "It's really unfortunate that Young Master Ben inadvertently got a Soul Locking Heart Pill. ”

The black-robed man was stunned for a moment, and said, "Soul locking the heart, a hundred poisons will not invade!"

Han Lun said: "It seems that you are very familiar with the elixir, if it weren't for you being a demon, I'm afraid that Young Master Ben would have to make you a friend." But now, Young Master Ben wants to take your life. ”

The black-robed man said, "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do this, even if you take the Soul Locking Heart Pill, will the general be afraid of you?" The demonic qi mass slashed through the air, and suddenly it had reached a distance of less than a zhang from Han Lun, but a hideous face suddenly gushed out of the black qi. Han Lun was startled, and the Hanzhang knife in his hand suddenly slashed out, and a silver sword light slashed, and the hideous face was immediately cut into two sections.

Han Lun took two steps back, but the sneer that had been split back together, opened its bloody mouth, and bit Han Lun. Han Lun jumped out sideways, his figure spun around, and jumped onto the palm of the Great God Nuwa. Suddenly, the grimace and tailgating followed, and Han Lun jumped onto the shoulder of the Great God Fuxi with a somersault in the hands of the Great God of Nuwa. As soon as he jumped away, the demonic qi mass hit the right hand of the statue of Nuwa, and Han Lun heard a loud bang behind him, and the palm of the god Nuwa held in mid-air was snapped into two, and the huge gravel rumbled straight down, shaking the entire valley.

Han Lun got a gap, his body instantly took off, and he slashed out dozens of knives in a row, bursts of sword shadows floating in the air, the murderous aura was pervasive, and he was up and down.

"Spirit Desolate Sword Technique!"

Han Lun shouted loudly in his mouth, the Hanzhang knife had already made the final slash, and the blade in the sky was in this shout, rolling up a gust of wind, cutting through the air, and slashing towards the black-robed man like lightning.

The black-robed man didn't expect that Han Lun's blow was too fast, and he only had the strength of the Demon Spirit General, and when he fought with the three soul beasts, he consumed a lot of his strength, so he had to deal with it in a hurry.

I saw that the black-robed man began to surge demonic qi rapidly around him, hoping to form a large shield to block Han Lun's offensive from the periphery. However, Han Lun's attack was too fast, and before he could gather the demonic qi, the sword shadow in the sky was already in front of him.

The demon general simply gave up his defense, and his body fell backwards suddenly, but in this instant, hundreds of blades had already passed through his body. The black-robed man suddenly let out a terrible scream, and the hoarse voice sounded sharply, making people's eardrums tingle. I saw a huge burst of demonic energy escaping from the black-robed man, as if he had cut through a pocket full of smoke.

The demon spirit would fall to the ground heavily, and suddenly, a silver thread flashed in front of his eyes, like a lightning bolt in a sea of clouds on a rainy night. Suddenly, he saw a pair of eyes from the light of the silver thread, a pair of eyes full of murderous intent.

The silver thread seemed to be a silver-white flower in the air, but the moment the eye appeared, the silver thread suddenly enlarged in the eyes of the black-robed man, revealing a sharp steel blade, the blade downward, straight to his eyebrows.

The black-robed man was startled, and two balls of demonic qi suddenly formed in his hands, which contained terrifying power. I saw that in an instant, Han Lun's chapter knife had already pierced deeply into the eyebrows of the black-robed man, and the black-robed man screamed, and the two balls of demonic qi on his hands slammed into Han Lun's chest. Han Lun suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down rapidly, slamming into the cliff wall of the valley with a heavy bang, and suddenly even the bluestone cliff wall was shattered.

Han Lun's figure fell straight to the ground towards a gravel that fell from a valley. The black-robed man's move already contained the power of his desperate blow, and its power was so great that ordinary people couldn't imagine it. At this time, Han Lun's internal organs may have been completely shattered, and he was almost near death if he was so seriously injured.

The black-robed man was also motionless, his eyebrows were still stuck with Han Lun's chapter knife, and the red in his eyes had gradually turned gray.

This scene is so thrilling, both sides are defeated, and the jade is burned. Han Lun is fighting with his own life. His heart was filled with hatred, because this demon had caused him to lose two of his best friends at once. Han Lun has valued love and righteousness all his life, and he does not hesitate to scatter his daughter for his friends, and he can sacrifice his life and forget death for his friends. What's more, among the two of them, Ran Tianluo has always been his own admirer.

At this time, Han Lun personally got rid of this demon, and his heart was really extremely refreshing. His heart was happy, but some were sad and grieved.

Ah Qiao had been under the rocks at the mouth of the valley, watching the battle between Han Lun and the black-robed man. Ah Qiao is a powerless daughter, she has no mana, no spiritual power, but when she saw Han Lun born and died, how much she wanted to rush forward with a long sword in her hand and fight side by side with Han Lun.

But she couldn't, she could only watch, every time Han Lun took out the knife weirdly and closed the knife, her heart would also jump with his blade, and every time Han Lun was injured, her heart would ache fiercely.

Ah Qiao had now run towards Han Lun, and the moment Han Lun fell, in her eyes, it seemed as if a world had collapsed. Ah Qiao rushed to Han Lun's side, and looking at him, she cried again, as if it was not Han Lun who was hurt, but her.

"Ah Qiao"

Han Lun had no strength to speak, and his voice was hoarse, as if the air flow spewed out of his throat was brought out at random. With every word he spoke, large streams of blood poured out of his mouth. Suddenly, half of Han Lun's face was already soaked in a pool of blood.

Ah Qiao howled and cried, she held Han Lun in her arms, ignoring Han Lun's blood that wet her snow-white dress. She wanted to erase the blood stains on Han Lun's body, but the blood stains were like a glass of living water, and no matter how she wiped it, it still kept gushing out. She said: "Brother Han, don't talk anymore, Ah Qiao knows that you are already very tired." Ah Qiao holds you, and Ah Qiao accompanies you. ”

Her tears kept falling, sliding down her cheeks onto Han Lun's face, and suddenly there was a trace of clarity on Han Lun's blood-red cheeks. Ah Qiao was clinging to Han Lun's face, her hair and face were already stained with blood, but she was no longer afraid, she was no longer afraid, only a heart that was also dripping blood.

The interweaving of blood and tears, the embrace of life and death. What is more precious and tragic than love in a pool of blood. I'm afraid not, and never will.