Chapter 247

"Boy, as long as you hand over Tianlei sword and benlei sword, and then give these two girls to me, I Zijiu will let you live today. What do you think?"

Looking at Han Yun, Zijiu said indifferently.

"Hand over Tianlei sword and benlei sword, and ask me to give Jingjing and Yinsha fairy to you?"

Han Yun's eyes were cold.

If it's because of Tianlei sword and benlei sword.

Han Yun can still understand, but Zijiu covets Jingjing and Yinsha, which makes Han Yun's murderous spirit increase again.

"Are you really willing to let me go?"

Han Yun looked at Zijiu and asked strangely.

"Hahaha... Boy, you're very sensible. When I'm cool enough, I'll leave you cool, hahaha..."

Zijiu smiled proudly.

"Really?"

Han Yun's eyes are getting colder and colder.

Jingjing and Yinsha, although their relationship with Han Yun is not clear, in Han Yun's heart, they have regarded them as their own people.

Dare to fight your own people.

There are only three words in Han Yun's dictionary.

Just do it!

"Boy, hand over Tianlei sword and benlei sword quickly!"

Being stared at by Han Yun's strange eyes, the cold in Zijiu's eyes flashed slightly.

"Here you are!"

Han Yun's eyes flashed. Tianlei sword suddenly appeared in Han Yun's hands.

"Good!"

Seeing the Tianlei sword in Han Yun's hand, Zijiu's eyes lit up.

"Give it to me!"

Zijiu, a Tianlei sword directly in the hands of Han Yun.

"Die!"

Just as Zijiu's palm was about to grasp Tianlei sword, Han Yun moved.

Purple sky thunder sword.

In Han Yun's hand, he suddenly trembled slightly. A purple sword awned and cut off the purple nine's palm like lightning.

"Boy, dare you fight me?"

Purple nine was angry.

Then he drank coldly: "a little war division waste, dare to start at me and bring it to me!"

Ignore Han Yun's Tianlei sword Qi.

Zijiu directly grabbed the thunder sword in the sky.

"Ha ha..."

Han Yun sneered.

Lian Zhan Zun may not be able to see Han Yun's accomplishments in the six layer hidden Qi technique. As for Zhan Zong, he can't even feel Han Yun's breath.

"Charge some interest first!"

Han Yun's mouth was sharp.

Other niupuge disciples who saw this scene also looked at Zijiu with sympathy.

Take Han Yun's sword empty handed?

I'm afraid even Lien Chan's strongman dare not be so presumptuous!

"Ah..."

A scream came.

Zijiu grabbed her arm and looked at Han Yun with an impregnable face.

One of Zijiu's arms fell to the ground slowly from the void. There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

"How is this possible?"

Zijiu looked at Han Yun and his eyes were full of shock.

"Zijiu, today I'll let you know whether I, Han Yun, are qualified to obtain Tianlei sword and benlei sword!"

Han Yun's eyes are cold.

The forces of terror gathered on Han Yun, and the war spirit was stirring. Han Yun's momentum was incomparable.

"You..."

Zijiu quickly retreated.

In front of Han Yun's momentum, he felt a breath of death.

"Thundering sword technique - Sword Qi is like electricity!"

Han Yunleng drank.

A purple sword Qi suddenly cut through the void.

The sword Qi seemed to be the verdict of fate. The purple light made people want to close their eyes.

"Brush..."

Sword Qi is like electricity.

This move is the peak of the thunder running sword technique.

The thunder running sword technique of Tianjie has long been eliminated in Han Yun's hands. The thunder running sword technique, which is used under Han Yun's current cultivation, has surpassed the creator of this sword technique.

"Ah..."

A scream came again.

When they looked intently, they saw the other arm of Zijiu, flat shoulder and broken.

Blood shot out like a spring.

"Boy, how dare you break my arm?"

Zijiu looked at Han Yun with a surprised face.

Attitudes change rapidly.

From the beginning of disdain for Han Yun, now Zijiu just wants to leave here quickly and leave the demon in front of him.

"Didn't you say I'm not qualified to get Tianlei sword? Didn't you say I'm not qualified to get the running thunder sword?"

Han Yun stepped forward step by step.

Looking at Zijiu retreating step by step, Han Yun directly smashed the Tianlei sword in his hand on Zijiu's face.

"* * * yes, don't you want Tianlei sword? I'll give it to you!"

"Touch!"

The heavy Tianlei sword directly hit Zijiu's face.

Half of Zijiu's face was smashed into a pig's head by Tianlei sword.

Looking at Han Yun in front of him, Zijiu's eyes were full of fear.

"Don't you want the thunder running sword? Don't you want me to give you Jingjing and Yinsha? Why don't you fucking talk!"

Han Yun suddenly appeared in front of Zijiu.

Slap and throw it straight up.

"Pa......"

The crisp slap sound is very crisp.

Seeing this scene, Niu Puge disciple couldn't help closing his eyes.

Provoke the pavilion leader. The man in front of me is looking for smoke!

"Han Yun, I don't want Tianlei sword and I don't want benlei sword. Please let me go!"

Purple nine said in horror.

"Oh? No!"

Han Yun raised a strange look in his eyes, then grabbed the Tianlei sword that fell to the ground and slapped it on Zijiu's face.

"Yes, I told you to take the Tianlei sword. Don't you fucking hear me? Take it for me..."

"Pa Pa......"

The body of Tianlei sword patted Zijiu's face hard.

Zijiu's face turned into a pig's head in an instant.

"Go on, I told you to go on!"

The Tianlei sword in Han Yun's hand was thrown up again.

"Han Yun, I don't want Tianlei sword. I'm wrong. Please let me go. As long as you let me go, I'll give you another Tianjie war skill..."

Purple nine cried sadly.

"Give me Tianjie combat skills again?"

Han Yun gave a slight meal and suddenly put down the Tianlei sword in his hand.

Seeing Han Yun put down Tianlei sword, Zijiu thought Han Yun was excited and hurriedly said:

"Han Yun, as long as you let me go, I Zijiu promise you that I will not only give you a Tianjie war skill, but also give you a Tianjie spirit weapon. How about it?"

Purple nine said with temptation on her face.

Just with the pig's face, it looks very strange.

"Oh, and heaven level spirit tools?"

Han Yun raised a teasing smile in his eyes and suddenly said, "kneel down!"

"What are you talking about?"

Purple nine looked stiff.

"Pa......"

"I told you to kneel down. Didn't you hear me?"

Han Yun slapped up and shouted coldly.

"I kneel, I kneel..."

Zijiu was smart and quickly knelt down.

Looking at Han Yun, Zijiu's face was full of shame. In the depths of her eyes, there was a terrible resentment.

Kneel?

He is a war Pope. He kneels down!

What a shame!

"Yuan Yue, move a stone!"

Looking at Zijiu kneeling down, Han Yun suddenly ordered yuan Yue.

"Boss, what do you want a stone for?"

Yuan Yue asked with some doubts.

"If you're asked to move, why do you have so much ink!"

Han Yun drank coldly.

"Yes..."

Yuan Yue hurriedly left.

But others, one by one, looked at Han Yun with doubts.

What are you doing with a rock?