Chapter 253

"Out?"

Han Jian laughs, not moved, but stares at Lin Xiaowu, his eyes are still as warm as before. However, his attitude became a lot tougher, and he asked, "would you like to form a relationship with me?"

At this time, Zhou you and Su Yanfei stand in front of Lin Xiaowu. Zhou you looks at Han Jian and says in a cold voice, "please go out!"

"You have something I'm interested in, but my goal today is not you. Get out of the way."

With that, the cold sword will reach out and push Zhou you away.

Zhou You's face is cold, ready to start at any time.

"Don't be unreasonable to such people if you don't want to say anything!"

Su Yanfei couldn't bear the cold sword's attitude. As soon as he raised his arm, he patted out his palm.

"I don't know good or bad!"

As soon as the breath on the cold sword turns, the two forces suddenly blow on Zhou you and Su Yanfei and push them out.

"Poof!"

Zhou you and Su Yanfei spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, fall on the square and go into a coma.

"Zhou you, Yan Fei's sister!"

Lin Xiaowu runs to Zhou you and Su Yanfei to check their injuries.

The mercenaries around them were shocked. Many of them could see that Zhou you and Su Yanfei were the source of energy. But Han Jian didn't touch them, so they flew out. This kind of strength can only be achieved by the source energy division at the beginning of Shenwu realm, right?

Many mercenaries look at the pale Zhao Molly. She is the only one who can understand the situation of Zhou you and Su Yanfei.

Zhao Mo Li looks at Han Jian in disbelief. She is more shocked than these mercenaries. She has not seen the source energy division of Shenwu realm. She naturally knows what the source energy division's breath is like. If the energy source of Shenwu realm gives her the feeling of a high mountain, then the cold sword is the sky above the mountain, boundless and invisible.

Zhao Molly suddenly thinks of Zhou Ming. He is as good as Han Jian. Unfortunately, he is not here now.

In order to take care of Lin Xiaowu's face, Hanjian only uses one tenth of the pressure to shock Zhou you and Su Yanfei. If he had used all his coercion just now, Zhou you and Su Yanfei would have been killed on the spot.

The cold sword walks to Lin Xiaowu and looks down at her. The whole body's breath rises suddenly. A pressure falls on Lin Xiaowu's delicate shoulder.

Lin Xiaowu couldn't bear the huge pressure. As soon as she sank, she knocked her knees on the hard square ground and knelt in front of the cold sword.

"If I don't, I'll kill them!"

"Don't kill them!"

"As long as you let them go, I will promise you!"

……

Time goes back to the present.

Looking at Lin Xiaowu's humiliation, Zhao Molly was very upset. She wanted to rush forward and slap the cold sword hard. However, she knew that it would be futile for her to rush up.

In front of him, this indifferent man was too powerful. She only felt this power in Zhou Ming.

Zhao Moli clenched her lower lip and watched Lin Xiaowu on the square with a gloomy look. She felt very sad in her heart.

Lin Xiaowu's palm has been punctured by her fingernail. She knows that Zhou you is the most important person of Zhou Ming, while Su Yanfei is Zhou Ming's best friend. She can't let them both die here, even if the man in front of her wants her to betray Zhou Ming.

"Ha ha ha, OK."

Cold sword face dew smile, say, the whole body spirit yuan surging, palm a wave, Lin Xiaowu was pulled up by a force.

"Follow me!"

Han Jian takes a look at Lin Xiaowu and turns to walk to the gate of the station.

Lin Xiaowu's long hair covered half of her cheek. No one knew what she was feeling at the moment. She takes a look at Zhou you and Su Yanfei on the ground, and then turns to see Zhao Molly. Then, she wants to take a step to catch up with Han Jian.

But at this time, a black spot appeared in the sky outside the station. The black spot became bigger and bigger, and the smell of terror swept away the clouds in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow fell into the square and stood in front of Lin Xiaowu. It was Zhou Ming who came.

Seeing Zhou Ming, Zhao Molly's repressed heart finally relaxed.

"What happened?"

When Zhou Ming sees Su Yanfei and Zhou you lying on the ground, and Lin Xiaowu, who seems to be in a mess, he feels tight in his heart.

"Ming..."

Lin Xiaowu's eyes turned red, and her tears finally fell down.

"Are you Zhou Ming?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind. Zhou Ming looked back and wanted to see the man's accomplishments behind him with his divine sense. However, his divine sense was thrown away by an invisible force.

This person's breath conceals extremely well, Rao is he just opened the divine consciousness all the time, have not been able to see his depth.

Zhou Ming knows that this person is probably related to the current situation. After detecting that Su Yanfei and Zhou you were OK, he took a deep breath and ignored the voice behind him. Instead, he looked at Lin Xiaowu and said gently, "let me see what happened, OK?""Well."

Lin Xiaowu nodded and raised her forehead.

Zhou Ming put out his right index finger and touched Lin Xiaowu's forehead, then slowly retracted it.

Pictures flashed through his mind. In a few seconds, Zhou Ming felt Lin Xiaowu's mood and knew what had just happened.

Cold sword looks at this scene, in the eyes can't help flashing a color of envy. The use of divine consciousness to search each other's memory is generally a means used by monks to search the enemy. In another case, Taoist couples trust each other very much and share their own memory with each other unreservedly or let each other search.

Lin Xiaowu is the woman he likes, but now he is so close to other men that he is naturally jealous. How can such a precious congenital spirit be ruined by others? This woman, he has to get it!

"You're the one who hurt them?"

Zhou Ming takes a deep look at Lin Xiaowu, turns around and looks at Han Jian without expression.

Although Han Jian already knew that the young man was Zhou Ming, he was not happy with Zhou Ming's attitude. What's more, he was so close to Lin Xiaowu just now.

Thinking about this, he said with a sneer: "it's me. What, are you going to avenge them? Or do you want to do it to me long ago? "

How could Zhou Ming not see that Hanjian was provoking himself, but he didn't need Hanjian's verbal stimulation at all, because his anger had already erupted like a volcano.

Zhou Ming clenched his fist and took a step forward. The pure Yang evil spirit in his body went all over his body uncontrollably. A cold murderous gas continuously diffused from his body. Strands of pure black breath surround Zhou Ming's side, making him as terrible as the gods and demons in the sky.

When people in the square saw Zhou Ming in this state, his hands and feet were trembling, and his murderous spirit spread. Suddenly, a picture of blood red appeared in front of them, a sea of blood, a peak of white bones, and a black figure walking slowly.

Zhou Ming walks towards Hanjian step by step. It seems that his step is very light, but every time he falls, he tramples a spider web like crack on the hard granite ground on the square. With each step, Zhou Ming's breath rises one point.

At this time, the long sword behind the cold sword shakes violently, suddenly comes out of its sheath and a golden awn floats in front of the cold sword.

"So you are the devil."

Han Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he held the golden sword in his right hand.

Zhou Ming didn't speak. When he came one foot in front of Han Jian, the ground burst suddenly.

"Boom!"

Countless stones splashed and several cracks burst around. Zhou Ming's body flashed and his fist hit the belly of Han Jian.

The breath of cold sword has always been on guard against Zhou Ming, but I didn't expect that his movement would be so fast. This fist went beyond the limit of human body's reaction, even beyond the detection of divine consciousness.

The cold sword flies backward. In the blink of an eye, it flies out of the square and out of the station!

When Zhou Ming stepped on the void, there was a roar in the air. A circle of white air burst behind him. The whole person was like black lightning. He caught up with Han Jian in an instant and hit him with another blow!

The cold sword's eyes were sharp, and his body turned in the air. The sharp golden sword drew a long golden sword Qi and split it to Zhou Ming's chest.

The clothes on his chest were broken and splashed with blood. Zhou Ming didn't dodge. He continued to blow his fist and hit Hanjian on the chest.

"Boom!"

The sword burst back in front of me.

In Han Jian's eyes, he is killing. In the spirit world, he is a sword practitioner with supernatural powers. He came to the lower world this time because his master deduced the destiny of heaven, and he had a premonition that there would be a devil in the lower world. He took it as his duty to get rid of demons and defend the way, and came to eradicate demons.

Because of the different rules, when the cold sword comes to the lower world, it can only seal its own self-cultivation and move freely. If its self-cultivation exceeds the world, it will attract the attention of heaven.

Therefore, now the cold sword only has the cultivation in the middle period of Zhuji, while Zhou Ming used the pure Yang evil spirit in his body, and his strength was comparable to that of the monks in the later period of Zhuji, which steadily suppressed the cold sword.

The cold sword's feet are deep and steady in the air. Seeing that his sword only made Zhou Ming suffer from skin injury, he could not help looking dignified.

The golden sword in his hand is a top-grade spirit weapon, named can Yang.

Han Jian did not know how much he killed with this can Yang Sword, which was able to divide the mountains and cut off the mountains, but only left a skin wound on Zhou Ming? It made him feel a little incredible.

Zhou Ming's blood is still bright red, which means that he has not become a immortal. But why is the physical strength so terrible?

Han Jian couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare to think about it, because Zhou Ming came to him again.

"LINGJI Lingtian boxing!"

A golden seal in the body of Han Jian disappears, and the whole body's pressure of spirit breaks out. A spirit fist of covering the sky blows straight to Zhou Ming!

Even at the risk of being detected by the way of heaven, he will kill Zhou Ming!The boxing was too fierce. The space behind Zhou Ming was broken layer by layer. His bones were completely broken under the terrible power, and the breath of death immediately enveloped his heart.

"Reality of fantasy!"

Zhou Ming in the heart of a drink, countless silver flow, the body injury dissipated.

His fists scattered the clouds in the sky, bringing up thousands of layers of air waves.

The clouds receded, black patches flying, and the young people with long hair bared their upper bodies, with dark lines covering half of their bodies.

(to be continued)