Chapter 744

Just as the last thunder fell, Su Qinghuan was about to let go of the shield and gamble on his luck, but he saw a shadow suddenly blocking her in front!

Su Qinghuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the previous picture seemed to reappear for the second time.

No... how.

"Yan Hanzhou!"

Su Qinghuan wanted to cut through the shield and turn his soul sword into a white whip to roll Yan Hanzhou's body over.

However, unexpectedly, the boy seemed to have expected what she would do. Suddenly, he turned his face and shook his head at her with an expression of great madness.

"Master... You don't have to waste your time. I've drawn an invisible array here long ago with aura. With your aura, it's not enough to break this bundle of immortal array in a short time."

！！！

"Yan Hanzhou! I order you to come back now! Do you hear me!"

"You'll die!"

"This is not your disaster at all!"

Why? Why both of them?

Su Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in his heart. He felt his eyes blurred, but the young man resolutely flew forward.

"No, master, it's the only thing. I won't listen to you all my life."

Protecting the woman you like is the most important belief in every man's heart.

How could he be willing to let her get hurt?

……

Su Qinghuan choked for several times. Her calm and calm Phoenix eyes exuded blood at the moment.

Enough to cover everything, the thunder clouds suddenly gathered and hit the boy in front of her with great accuracy.

After a long time, the clouds dispersed, the wind became small, and even the thunder became almost weak and inaudible.

The boy in black, like a butterfly with broken wings, fell gently to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Su Qinghuan's body fixing technique was untied.

She tried her best, and without thinking about it, she used her spiritual power to wave out the white whip and involve the boy in front of her.

Yan Hanzhou was cut by the thunder that day, and his face was completely bloodless. Even his hands, which had always been warm and ironed, were icy and frightening.

"Yan Hanzhou, you are not allowed to die, do you hear me!"

Su Qinghuan stared at Yan Hanzhou's bloody face. At the moment, the woman almost screamed.

Yan Hanzhou has never seen such a godless master as now.

Even those jade white hands trembled.

Master hugged him and trembled.

Master, are you... Concerned about him?

Yan Hanzhou's heart is difficult to describe that feeling, sour, rising, and even a trace of indescribable joy.

The boy suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

For fear of soiling the clothes of his predecessors, the boy even subconsciously tilted his head and didn't want Su Qinghuan to see his embarrassed appearance at the moment.

"Master... Disciple did it, disciple really did it..."

"Disciple, did you do well?"

splendid.

Master will not die.

……

The boy almost said the last sentence and fainted with all his strength.

Su Qinghuan's tears fell on Yan Hanzhou's cheek.

"Han Zhou... You are really good..."

Su Qinghuan's heart was gripped by fear, and her hand trembled slightly. Then she carefully took out a silk handkerchief made of mackerel gauze and wiped away the blood stain on the boy's face bit by bit.

The young man's face, like a piece of polluted jade, now reveals the essence of its gem.

The handsome features without a couple are still so beautiful at the moment.

However, Yan Hanzhou did not have the vitality of the past. He seemed to have lost his vitality and turned into a piece of stiff ice.

Su Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The monks around them were scared to come forward after seeing the demise of the disaster.

Until it was determined that Su Qinghuan had not soared to the upper boundary, and there was no sign of another day's disaster, no one came forward boldly.

"Liu Li Xian Zun? Are you okay..."

Because they didn't see Jun Jiuyou's figure, everyone was stunned.

But at the moment, seeing Su Qinghuan's mourning appearance, they almost thought whether Yan Hanzhou was dead.

In addition, the prestige of Jun Jiuyou no longer exists at the moment, and everyone immediately felt an unusual eerie meaning in their hearts.

——Did the arrogant and lawless devil really perish in the disaster?

But since the disaster has passed, why didn't Su Qinghuan fly to the upper world?!

According to the opinions of all the old monsters present, the Tianjie is clearly not like the advanced level of monk Yuanying to the degree of transforming God, but like going through the robbery and flying up!

Such a powerful thunder robbery, unexpectedly, what finally disappeared was so unclear!

Because of the dark clouds that block out the sun, the monks who are busy taking refuge at the bottom can't know what happened before.

But at least, Jun Jiuyou seems to be really gone.

……

Su Qinghuan ignored the meaning of those gossip friars.

At the moment, she was all about Yan Hanzhou. The woman in red wedding dress had a beautiful face, but she could not bear to see the mourning breath on her face.

Zhong ling'er and Liu hao'ran, who were also the disciples of Liu Li Xian, suddenly crossed the crowd and came forward.

"Master! What's wrong with him, junior brother?"

"Master! You and younger martial brother have nothing to do?"

Su Qinghuan stared at Zhong linger and Liu Haoran in a daze. After a few months, she almost forgot that she was on the Liuli peak and had two Pro disciples.

Su Qinghuan just shook his head.

"Han Zhou... He still has breath at the moment."

But it's just a breath.

Su Qinghuan's heart was very heavy. The woman's spirit was faint, and she almost spared no effort to pour it into the young man's heart.

It's just... It's not a good place to heal.

She had to find a suitable place for Yan Hanzhou to practice as soon as possible.

Perhaps, the square Lingquan on the Liuli peak of Qingyun sect, which belongs to the original master's cave, is a good healing place.

……

Those monks who pricked up their ears to eavesdrop suddenly understood that Yan Hanzhou was still alive!

How terrible! Jun Jiuyou is dead. Unexpectedly, there is still a trace of breath in this gifted young man!

Then the righteous elders with false benevolence and righteousness stood up.

"Liu Li Xian Zun! You are an apprentice. As a child of human demons, you have been lurking in the Qingyun clan. Shouldn't you be a spy in the demon world!"

"Yes, now there are no dragons in the demon world, and even the devil is missing. I'm afraid I'm killed by the thunder of the nine heavenly gods!"

"Hand over Yan Hanzhou, a little bastard! Otherwise..."

……

Hearing those people's words, Su Qinghuan carefully helped Yan Hanzhou to the arms of his eldest disciple Liu Haoran.

Then the woman swept the audience coldly, looking as cold as ice.

"Han Zhou is my disciple. I won't allow it. Who of you dares to move!"

"Do you want to taste the power of my whip?"

In an instant, the woman's palm condensed a terrible divine light!

This, unexpectedly, is the breath belonging to the friar of Huashen!

Everyone present was stunned!