"You maid, although your blood and blood are strange, it... cannot become your capital for being arrogant."

Click.

Han Lian's smiled wooden flute suddenly shook it out.

Touched with Ning Zhao's sword tip.

The next moment, Ning Zhao's heart trembled and his pupils shrank.

The wooden flute suddenly forked.

At the point where the sword collision was met, dense wooden strips were forked out. The wooden strips were wrapped around the sword tip, and they actually bound and locked the joints on Ning Zhao's body.

It made her unable to move at all.

Ning Zhao's umbrella fell, and the rain poured through her body.

"Compared with combat experience, you are just a maid who is a master... still far from it."

Han Lian smiled and said lightly.

He carried his hands on his back and ignored Ning Zhao who was bound by him.

After a sound of the Grandmaster, it was difficult for him to break free from the wooden flute lock he asked the government to create specially.

Stepping down, the rain splashed two feet.

His eyes were fixed on Lu Fan and walked step by step. He was proud and indifferent. He seemed to be above and judged Lu Fan's life and death.

Nie Changqing raised his pig-killing knife.

However, Han Lianxiao's blood and blood were shaking, and he slapped it out with a palm understatement, and Nie Changqing flew out high.

Han Lianxiao ignored Nie Changqing who was like a bad person.

The tendons of the hand are picked and the qi and blood are silent.

The former generation of master swordsman has fallen to less than the first-class warrior.

It can't even catch his eyes.

Han Lian laughed while walking.

"Heavy rain, narrow alleys, murder night."

"The time, the place is right, and people are harmonious."

"If I kill you with such good conditions, God will not know it or ghosts will not realize it."

"If you don't kill you, I'm sorry God."

Han Lianxiao's tone became more and more ruthless, and in the end, it was filled with murderous intent.

"Introduce yourself again, Han Lianxiao, the ninth and fifth-loud master of Dao Sect."

Bang!

Han Lianxiao suddenly stepped on it.

The accumulated water exploded seven feet, like heavy rain.

Yi Yue's expression suddenly changed. She grabbed the long whip on her waist and blocked Lu Fan's face.

However.

Han Lianxiao slapped it out with a palm, slapped it on the raindrops, and countless raindrops hit Yiyue, causing Yiyue to vomit blood and fly backwards.

Since I decided to kill Lu Fan.

Han Lianxiao didn't hesitate anymore.

He is from the Jianghu, and Lu Fan, the son of the lord of Beiluo City, is from the temple.

Once he kills, he will not turn around.

No trace or evidence is left behind.

Although the Great Zhou is in chaos today, the Confucian national teacher is still there, and the Great Zhou's deterrence to various schools of thought is still there!

"die!"

Han Lianxiao looked directly at Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair with red lips and white teeth.

In his eyes, Lu Fan was really pitiful. He had a leg stunning condition and could not even escape from fear in the face of death.

Han Lianxiao let out a low growl from his throat.

A palm exploded the drooping raindrops, and the palms and fingertips were folded like a knife, and they were about to cut across Lu Fan's neck.

In a wheelchair.

Lu Fan frowned, the wind and rain were like a knife cutting his clothes, and the rain wet his clothes. Ni Yu hugged the oil-paper umbrella tightly, and his two trembled.

But she did not retreat in the end.

Looking at the hideous and terrifying Han Lianxiao.

Lu Fan let out a breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Ning Zhao's failure was beyond his expectations, but he didn't have a trump card.

He can continue to release spiritual energy to Ning Zhao, but...

This time, Lu Fan did not choose to do this.

A mind moved.

The soul strength of 6.5 in the panel was exchanged for 5 points.

1 point of soul strength, can refine 10 strands of qi.

In a moment.

Lu Fan's spiritual energy soared from 0 strands to 50 strands in an instant.

After redemption is completed.

Lu Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

Han Lianxiao looked directly at the attacking, his eyes were indifferent, cold and ruthless.

Qi Dan is like a furnace.

The mind was like a trickle of water, and Lu Fan used the "Wuanfa Furnace of All Methods" to Nie Changqing to modify the practice method "Daozong Spiritual Conveyment Technique".

The next moment.

Lu Fan felt that 50 strands of spiritual energy boiled in the furnace-like Qi Pill.

In a wheelchair.

Lu Fan sat quietly.

50 light blue spiritual air flows around his body were constantly intertwined around his body.

boom!

A magnificent and majestic pressure suddenly pressed down.

Han Lianxiao, who was galloping, suddenly "thumped" and knelt down in the alley of water under pressure.

The huge pressure made him raise his head with difficulty.

The side face was pressed tightly against the cold ground where the water was beating.

He was protruded and could not move!

His heart... is trembling.

"This...what is this?!"

Han Lianxiao's pupils tightened, as if he was a ghost.

Lu Fan, whose spiritual energy was wrapped around the wheelchair, reached out his hand, stroked the water vapor that was squirting on the thin wool blanket, and glanced at Han Lian, who was lying on the ground in a mess.

Lying lazy in the wheelchair, chuckling:

"Practitioner, spiritual pressure."

"Just-calf tricks."
Chapter completed!