bass!

The sharp sword was unsheathed, and three rays of light flashed instantly in Zi Yan's hand, stabbing Han Xing.

Han Xing was shocked. Zi Yan's movement was too fast, too fast for the naked eye to catch. The three swords seemed to be thrust out at the same time. The seven-star copper coin sword in his hand hurriedly raised to resist, but unfortunately he was still a step too late.

He only blocked two swords, and one sword stabbed his shoulder, leaving a bloody hole.

But the pain on his body was far less than the surprise in his heart. Han Xing felt that his brain couldn't turn around again. Yanxiang is a monastic, he can understand, but this little girl doesn't even look like she is fifteen years old. She is also

He is a cultivator, and he is also so powerful and has such superb swordsmanship.

No, this swordsmanship seems to be Shushan swordsmanship!

"How dare you hurt Brother Yan!" Without giving Han Xing time to breathe, Zi Yan's little body dodged, and she caught up and stabbed out several swords very quickly.

Han Xing's skill was far less powerful than Zi Yan's. Faced with Zi Yan's attack, he couldn't resist it. In the blink of an eye, he had several more blood holes on his body. Two on his arms, two on his thighs, and two on his right side.

One on the chest.

Snapped···

The seven-star copper coin sword fell to the ground. Han Xing's legs softened and he knelt straight on the ground. His face was full of horror, and he looked at Zi Yanru like he was looking at a demon.

Zi Yan pointed her long sword at Han Xing's throat and said coldly, "You asked for it!"

Wow, that's awesome. Yan Xiang almost jumped out of excitement. How could he forget that Zi Yan is so powerful? It's really like using diamonds to find bricks. If he had thought that Zi Yan was so powerful, he would go up and fight with Han Xing.

.Look at her little hands trembling, and with just a few sword strikes, Han Xing was knocked to her knees. Who can do this kind of domineering attitude?

Yan Xiang endured the severe pain of the wound, got up and walked to Zi Yan and said, "Don't kill him yet, let me ask him about his origins first."

Yan Xiang glared at Han Xing and asked, "Who sent you here? Now you have no chance to resist. Speak quickly. If you tell me, I can still spare your life."

Han Xing's face was as pale as a piece of paper, but his face was still calm. He looked at Yan Xiang and said, "The person who ordered me is behind you."

"What?" Yan Xiang was startled and turned around quickly, but saw nothing.

Seizing the opportunity at this moment, Han Xing slapped the Seven-Star Copper Coin Sword with his palm. The copper coins on it dispersed and turned into countless copper coins that were shot at Zi Yan. Then he slapped Yan Xiang on the back.

Although Zi Yan had been cautiously on guard, she never expected that Han Xing would suddenly attack. Facing countless copper coin attacks, she could only shake the long sword in her hand and drop the coins to the ground one by one. But she could only protect herself and had no time to do so.

The clone took care of other things and could not save Yan Xiang at all.

Han Xing's powerful palm struck Yan Xiang on the back. He smiled. This palm would definitely shatter Yan Xiang's internal organs, and even Daluo Jinxian would not be able to save Yan Xiang.

But the next moment, his smile froze on his face. He suddenly found that his skills were flowing into Yanxiang's body continuously. Yanxiang's body turned into a container, a whirlpool, and all his skills were absorbed.

He sucked it in. Han Xing's face changed color and he wanted to withdraw his palm, but he couldn't.

Han Xing's skill was completely absorbed by Yan Xiang. Then he fell softly to the ground, sweating on his forehead and breathing heavily, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

The copper coin used to attack Zi Yan also fell to the ground and turned into a copper coin sword again.

Yanxiang felt two different breaths fighting in his body, which made him very uncomfortable, as if his body was about to burst. He twisted his body, but the two breaths kept flowing in his body, unable to

Eliminate. Yan Xiang held back his physical discomfort, turned around and looked at Han Xing, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and said to Zi Yan next to him, "Zi Yan, draw your sword and give it to me."

Zi Yan was stunned for a moment, but handed the sword to Yan Xiang. Yan Xiang took the sword and found that the sword was really light in hand. No wonder Zi Yan's small figure could use this sword to exert such fast power. It turned out that this was a sword.

A rare sword. Light and sharp!

Yan Xiang held the sword and looked at Han Xing coldly and said, "You forced me."

Then the long sword stabbed down and hit Han Xing's right wrist, directly severing Han Xing's hand tendon. Han Xing was so painful that he sweat rolled down his face and hurriedly shouted, "I said it, I said it."

Yan Xiang paused slightly with his long sword in the air. The tip of the sword shone coldly in the sun, like the sickle used by the God of Death to harvest life.

Han Xing did not dare to hesitate and said hurriedly, "Mu Long sent me. He wants me to avenge his brother Mu Hu. Let me kill you so that you can't control him with poison."

It turned out to be that guy Mu Long, Yan Xiang understood!

The sword continued to fall and stabbed Han Xing's left hand. Blood sprayed on the ground, like a gorgeous splash-ink painting. Han Xing's left hand tendon was also severed.

Han Xing screamed in pain, and his shrill voice spread throughout the countryside. Fortunately, there was no one nearby. No one saw Yan Xiang's horrific scene.

"I said it all, and what I said is true. Let me go!" Han Xing said in a hoarse voice.

Yanxiang smiled cruelly and said, "Did I ask you to tell me? Did I say I would let you go? When I asked you to tell me just now, you didn't tell me. Why are you so mean? Why do you have to force me?"

The sword in Yan Xiang's hand swung down again and struck Han Xing's ankles. Dark red blood flowed out and penetrated the soil, turning the soil into dark red. Han Xing could no longer scream because he

He had passed out from the pain. Being in coma was now a kind of enjoyment for him.

Yan Xiang didn't want to kill anyone. It was enough to break Han Xing's hands and hamstrings. Moreover, Han Xing's energy was completely absorbed by him, so there was no need to kill him all.

And if Han Xing lies here all the time and no one saves him, he will die of excessive blood loss in a short time. There is no need for him to do anything anymore. The most important thing is that the two auras in his body are fighting now, and it is very uncomfortable. It must be

He had to find a way to solve it, and the one he thought of was Qin Juan.

Qin Juan has extensive knowledge in this area and can definitely help him solve his physical discomfort.

"Let's go, Zi Yan, let's go home." Yan Xiang returned the sword to Zi Yan, then picked up Han Xing's seven-star copper coin sword, covered his chest and ran quickly to the mall.

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Five hours later, a villager passed by this path and discovered Han Xing's body. Shocked, he quickly notified the village chief, who notified Hu Xiaoqing, the person in charge of the newly established police station. Hu Xiaoqing put on a police uniform and a gun.

Rushed to the scene in a hurry.

Many villagers had gathered around the scene, pointing at Han Xing's body.

"Isn't this person from our village? Why did he die here!"

"Yes, he looks like a rich man in his dress. But look at his death, it's so miserable. There are so many bloody holes on his body, and his hands and feet are broken. Was he bitten by some wild beast?"
Chapter completed!