Show mercy in his hands? The sword has taken action, how can it show mercy? Youdao is a passionate swordsman, a swordsman or many loves, but the sword itself is ruthless! Because it is very sharp! It is very sharp! It can kill everyone who wants to block his way!

Mr. Fan is indeed a rare master, especially for such a person who uses unique weapons. How can he rely on? A pipe is extremely fierce. Han Wen fought against the Nine Yin Divine Claws and could not kill him. But Han Wen’s strongest is the sword! A sword is cold! There is another corpse on the carriage!

The atmosphere was silent. Lu Xiaofeng regretted the death of Mr. Fan Da. Hua Manlou liked quietness but not movement. Han Wen used war to support the war. Every time he fought with a master, he liked to think quietly to reflect on his shortcomings and thus reach another level!

The trip to Guanzhong is destined to be a road paved with blood! The "Guangzhong hero" Shanxi Yan! "Mr. Fan E"! And now, another one has come! He is a person who can still make himself look like a literati and poet, not a martial arts master even with patches on his body!

"Mr. Jian Er!"

"Northwest Shuangxiu, Fan Jian is as famous as Fan Jian!" This poor scholar is the only successor of the "finger-blinking magical power"! With his thin lips pursed, Mr. Jian Er squeezed out a ugly smile because he had seen the corpses of Shanxi Yan and Fan E, bowed his hand slightly, and praised: "Hiss Lu! Be polite!"

"Mr. Jian Er! Why do you have to do this?" Lu Xiaofeng saw his calm eyes and was determined to die, so she couldn't help but sigh: "We just want to ask a few questions! We don't want to kill people! You... have misunderstood!"

"Maybe you won't kill Mr. Huo! But he will!" Mr. Jian Er's answer was the same as Mr. Fan Da. But it was also different because he said a lot: "Sixty years ago, the ancestor founded the 'Tianqin Gate'. The first big precept was to respect our teachers and respect our Tao. This generation and rules are absolutely impossible to make mistakes! Therefore, it is difficult to be lustful. If you have any trouble, your disciples will obey their efforts!"

"I don't even want my life? Who do you think you are? Huo Tianqing?" Lu Xiaofeng was a little irritable. He looked at Mr. Jian Er with sharp eyes. He knew that once Mr. Jian Er took action, he would definitely die! Han Wen would not let him live!

Mr. Jian Er said in a deep voice: "What you do and what you don't do! This is the way of a gentleman! Uncle Huo is unparalleled to us! His burden is very heavy! You should know! Not only does he continue the ancestor's incense lamp blood, but he is the only person who can inherit the tradition of the "Tianqin Sect". We have received great kindness from the master. Even if we are crushed to pieces, we must not surprise him at all. You must understand this principle."

"I understand!" Lu Xiaofeng pursed her lips and stroked her forehead with one hand. He could imagine that the trip to Guanzhong would not go smoothly, but he didn't expect... it would be so tragic! The disciples of the "Tianqin Sect" continued one after another! The "Guangzhong hero" Shanxi Yan! "Northwest Shuangxiu" Fan Da, Jian Er. What about then? Are the two elders of Shangshan? Who else will be? How many more people will die?

Mr. Jian Er smiled bitterly at first, then sighed deeply, saying, "So! We must not let you reach the Guanzhong Pearl Treasure Gallery! Because this person around you is very scary! If Uncle Huo unfortunately dies, no one of our hundreds of disciples from Tianqin Gate can survive."

"A long time ago! I was fortunate to have seen the unique skills of the snapping fingers! I was asked to learn it! Unfortunately! I didn't learn it! I deeply regret it! I hope I can see you again! Please!" Han Wen jumped off the horse and bowed his hand. He always had a good impression of people who were not afraid of death. With a snatch of his left hand, the Vajra hand shone brightly!

Mr. Jian Er selected marbles made of steel today, which he carefully prepared! Because the person opposite him was a monster! A very terrible person! He held the marbles in his hand, and there was no wave on his face. Suddenly, a steel ball bounced out, and the sound of breaking through the air exploded!

Han Wen waved his left fist and the invincible Vajra hand flew away the marble. He was a little disappointed and said slowly: "If you stop your skills! I will take your life! Huo Tianqing wants to kill me, I will kill him! This is fair! Isn't it?"

"But we just want to stop you from killing him! Even if you meet him! Even if you can't kill him, once he is defeated, with his strong character, he will inevitably lead to his neck and kill him!" Mr. Jian Er shook his head, sprinkled his hands, and dozens of steel balls were covered in front of him, and his hands were fluttering!

"Interesting! If Lu Xiaofeng uses this move, I might be a little afraid! But you... obviously can't do it!" Han Wen shook his head, the Vajra hand slowly faded, and the palm turned around to condense ice and snow. This is the ice muffin palm! This is the wind sword and frost sword!

After the wind and snow all over the sky, Mr. Jian Er's steel ball fell to the ground and fell into several petals. It was destroyed by the Korean internal force! Mr. Jian Er's internal force was not strong enough, and at this moment he popped out more than 40 steel balls. The power was too scattered, and he pursued quantity and tricky angles. He was not wrong, but he was using it on individuals who should not be used!

"You should bet all your internal energy and energy on a steel ball! It's like 'Little Li'! It's a pity!" Han Wen pinched Mr. Jian Er's neck and spit out two words from his lips - "Goodbye!"

"Another one break! Why bother?" This was like asking yourself, and she wanted to ask others. Lu Xiaofeng was very sad. He hesitated whether he should continue to move forward and whether he could just retreat? But how do you calculate the death of King Pingnan? How do you calculate the wanted one by the government? Xue Bing...

"They came for me! If you don't want to see, go your separate ways!" Han Wen turned his face and said slowly: "I don't know if I think so, but... I'm already full of passion! Don't disturb me!"

Lu Xiaofeng was speechless, and the flowers were silent, walking silently. Before the road, seven people were hanging here! Lu Xiaofeng looked shocked and surprised, saying, "You! You... are also people from the 'Tianqin Sect'? What's going on?"

"Yes! We are disciples of the 'Tianqin Sect'! The ancestor passed away and left behind his descendants with some advice. If the descendants cannot regain the majesty of the sect, then the 'Tianqin Sect' will no longer exist! It's just... we waited for more than ten years and finally saw hope! So! No one can hurt him!" A hawker dressed as a man said slowly.

They had already counted the degree of life and death, and even when they saw the three corpses on the carriage, there was no trace of emotional fluctuation in their eyes! Han Wen praised repeatedly and said, "It's very good! They are all people who are not afraid of death! My favorite thing is people who are not afraid of death! Because only people who are not afraid of death are worth killing! Brother Lu! Let me introduce them? They are strange in shape!"

"That poor beggar, a wild medicine doctor, a vendor selling buns and vegetables, a peddler selling pollen, and a shopkeeper and a fat man who sells noodles. The seven of them were sworn brothers, known as the "Seven Heroes of the City". Some people also called them Shanxi Qiyi." Lu Xiaofeng said slowly.

"Very good! It's too troublesome to remember your names! I will remember yours! The 'Seven Heroes of the City'!" Han Wen said as she moved, and her hands turned into palms into grabbing. The Nine Yin Divine Claws instantly swept towards the vendor selling buns.

The vendor waved his hands quickly and instantly shot out more than ten palms. However, these palm forces, to others, were called strong and powerful, and in Korean, they were vulnerable. The Nine Yin Divine Claws broke through the air, and ten crossed fingers cut open his palm wind and also stroked his chest!

After a meeting, the vendor selling buns fell to the ground before he could dodge, and his chest kept bleeding. He seemed to have more breathing and less breathing! Lu Xiaofeng turned his face and couldn't bear to see it. He knew that the vendor selling buns and even more of his martial arts.

In the past, they met in Guanzhong, and the hawker performed a move in front of him. At that time, the hawker kept throwing out all the buns in the cage, dozens of buns, one stacked one by one, and straightened them seven or eight feet high. As soon as he jumped, he stood on the stack of meat buns in a golden rooster stand-alone manner, and stood firmly and still without moving the wind. Whether it was his hands or his light skills, they could be said to be a first-class hard hand! But just one encounter was gone!

Fatty Wang, a disciple of Shaolin layman, and the twelve levels of the Golden Bell Cover, have already opened halfway through! This is already amazing. You should know that besides Master Bodhidharma, the highest achievement of this kung fu over the past thousands of years is only the tenth level!

But such a person was directly penetrated by Han Wen's throat with a sword, and he could not die anymore! The peddler selling pollen, the shopkeeper! The poor beggar, the wild man, one after another, all fell to the ground! He was almost slaughtered directly! Because Han Wen's body did not even have a drop of sweat!

"You're left!" Han Wen shook the blood in his hand, looked at the first vendor who was knocked down by himself, and said, "You are very good! Among these seven people, you have the highest martial arts skills! The best cultivation level! But your temper is the worst!"

The vendor selling buns closed his eyes and Han Wen stabbed a sword, but soon, his sword could not be further increased because two fingers clamped the tip of the sword! Lu Xiaofeng was the one who could have this skill! And this martial arts was Lu Xiaofeng's "Lingxi Yi Finger"!

"Lu Xiaofeng! Are you going to be an enemy of me?" Han Wen turned his face and asked faintly, but the murderous aura on his body had already emerged and burst out with a loud bang! It was like a tide of mountains and seas! His face looked much more ferocious!

"Brother Lu! Don't! He will kill you! Dodge it quickly!";
Chapter completed!