The desert city of ten thousand armies, he can actually ......
Surprisingly,......
He looked at Han Qianqian in mid-air in disbelief, really couldn't understand why this was!
Was it because they were too weak?
But this ten thousand armies weren't even afraid of those demonic monks, so it could only be that Han Qianqian was too strong?
Unknowingly, fresh blood flowed gently down the corner of his mouth, not only did he not help the soldiers suppress Han Qianqian by gathering the strength of a dozen of his cronies, but he was injured when Han Qianqian suddenly rushed up and his true energy backfired on him.
"One sword, break the sky!"
Suddenly, Han Qianqian held his jade sword in his hand and stood towards the ground, floating lightly in his hand!
"Break!" With a slight clap in his hand, the sword under his palm instantly became crystal clear, after which, a majestic force blasted out of the sword and fell straight towards the ground.
Boom!!!
The dust and smoke on the ground instantly flew several metres, just like the waves of the nine heavens suddenly slapping the ground, and then frantically scattered in all directions, causing countless soldiers to tumble.
"Good!"
At this moment, the Seventh Elder could not help but cry out in approval, without any human feelings or any other factors, but simply being convinced by this falling sword!
A sword that captivates a city is nothing more than that!
"You!" When Fang Kun saw that the ten thousand disciples were directly knocked down by the sword qi, he couldn't help but be furious and at the same time tremble in fear, angrily scolding Han Qianqian, but he ultimately had no strength!
At this moment, Han Qianqian's hand moved, and the jade sword flew into his hand, and his body accelerated, rushing towards Fang Kun!
"Fuck you." Fang Kun cursed and raged, picking up the long sword in his hand and going forward: "I'll fucking fight you ......"
"Brush!"
The cold jade sword was already at the knot of his throat from some unknown time.
No more than a point, no less!
"What are you going to do with me?" Handsome face, cold words, Han Qianqian just appeared in front of Fang Kun, leaving him unprepared and stunned in history!
"I ......" Fang Kun didn't know what to say.
Naturally, he wanted to say that he would fight you, but he hadn't even made a move himself, yet the other party's sword was already about to seal his throat, so what courage and qualifications did he have to say?!
"Where is the stuff?" Han Qianqian said in a cold voice.
"What stuff?" Fang Kun doubted.
"Still fucking playing dumb!" With a cold voice, his body spun around, and with a turn he kicked Fang Kun directly in the face, and before Fang Kun could even understand what was going on, his face flew straight to the ground with a shoe print!
"Young master!"
A group of cronies hurriedly chased after him, all of them nervous.
However, as soon as the cronies came over, a black shadow arrived from the air, and before several of them could raise their hands, they were directly knocked several metres away by the incoming Han Qianqian.
The momentum of the swoop was used to directly jam Fang Kun's neck, allowing the back of his body to rub several metres directly, before Han Qianqian stopped.
Poor Fang Kun's head, scraping out the dirt, has been piled up nearly half a metre thick, the ground body through the traces, but also tens of metres away!
"Hand it over or not!"
Han Qianqian this, not only stuck Fang Kun neck pain, back and ground friction is blood and dirt mixed together constantly eat by friction and rotten back wound, head needless to say, although only the body upward constantly friction, the head is only along with the scraping soil ......
But like a snowball, the force borne by the head until finally like hitting on a big mountain.
"The letter, it's the letter!"
Suddenly, one of the cronies from the ground finally remembered at this point what Han Qianqian had been asking for.
During the three days, the gang had long been singing and drinking, forgetting all about Su Yingxia's letter, plus Han Qianqian's sudden appearance had scared a bunch of people into panic, so naturally they had even thrown the matter away to the clouds.
Only now did someone finally realise what Han Qianqian wanted.
Fang Kun pointed to the left side of his chest, and only then did Han Qianqian's hands move, and with a flip, he found the letter that was extremely important to him.
Only when he got the letter did Han Qianqian release his grip on Fang Kun's hand and turn towards the distant woods without even looking at him.
Su Yingxia's letter was naturally a precious treasure, and naturally he had to read it by himself.
"Fuck!"
Being helped up from the ground by his men's cronies, Fang Kun's whole person was simply in a wretched state, his clothes on his back were all ruined, there were only countless scars and broken step strips from rubbing, his face also a big footprint on it, where was his previous righteousness and vigour.
Looking at Han Qianqian's back, Fang Kun spitefully pooh-poohed: "Fuck, he really thinks he's something? I'm just not wearing gold battle armour!"
"Han Qianqian, I'll settle this score with you sooner or later!"
With a curse, Fang Kun headed for his camp in a mess, with the help of the others.
"He's gone to read the letter!"
At this moment, an attendant entered Lu Ruoxin's tent and said in a soft voice.
In Lu Ruoxin's hand, she was gently stroking her cat, which she had been carrying for a long time.
The cat was eating the food beside her with great relish, with a whimpering sound coming from its mouth, and the food was a human hand.
Hearing the subordinate's words, Lu Ruoxin looked up at this time and gently smiled ......