The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 745 Lin Han's Careful Thoughts

While his body was spinning, he slammed the long sword with a golden aura, and it went straight towards Jun Moyuan. Although he was unconscious at this time, he clearly knew in his subconscious that he could not kill Leng Wuyuan. Worry, so he wants to kill this man.

He knew that the relationship between this man and Leng Wuyou was great, so he wanted to kill him and make him suffer for the rest of his life.

At this time, he had completely forgotten the strong aura on Jun Moyuan. In his eyes, Jun Moyuan was someone who could be killed casually.

Jun Moyuan was stunned for a moment, but the next moment his eyes were dark, and he also guessed Lin Han's thoughts, and it was because he guessed his thoughts that he felt angry.

He actually wanted to stimulate his little girl in this way, how could it be possible, it was too late for him to protect the little girl, yet someone wanted to stimulate her like this, it was damned.

Jun Moyuan's fingers only moved slightly, and a white bead broke away from his hand and turned into a white line, flying towards Lin Han.

On the other hand, Leng Wuyou saw Lin Han's actions, his eyes were slightly cold, and the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain.

The fiery red sleeves were lifted by the wind, and a strong force swung directly from the sleeves, and instantly bounced the long sword back.

The speed is even faster than when it came.

Lin Han's pupils were dilated, and the coldness stimulated him to regain his sanity a little bit.

The blink of an eye is such a critical moment, he wanted to hide but his body was very stiff.

He could only helplessly wait for death to come.

The long sword between the pupils is getting bigger and bigger, and there is a touch of white along with the long sword.

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The sound of the flesh being pierced sounded, the long sword pierced through Lin Han's heart, and came out through his body, a touch of scarlet splashed on the ground beside him, and the little wild flowers were dyed a touch of bewitching red at this moment.

At the same time, a touch of white also fell on Lin Han's body, the surrounding air was turbulent, and the white ball melted instantly, like a touch of snow in winter, being illuminated by the sun, it evaporated a little bit instantly, just like Lin Han who was vaporized at this time was the same.

Lin Han's death brought even greater panic to the already suppressed group, and the movements of their hands became flustered. They were caught in a gap by Jian Jian and the others, and they killed several waves.

The rest of the dozen or so people panicked and wanted to escape, but under the siege of Jian Jian and the others, they fell to the ground one by one until the last one fell to the ground. Hearty feeling.

This feeling made him exude a kind of joy from his body to his heart. He felt so refreshed. Although he was very tired, this feeling temporarily made him forget his physical fatigue. He wiped his face bloody, wheezing.

The enemy's blood stained his clothes into a bloody mess. Those who didn't know thought that the blood belonged to him, but in fact, the blood belonged to someone else, and they didn't suffer any injuries. Well looked after.

At the moment when the battle ended, several people were sitting cross-legged, obviously the bottleneck in their bodies was about to break through, Leng Wuyou looked at the light of promotion on their bodies, and nodded with satisfaction, it was true that actual combat was still needed.

On the messy battlefield, several people were being promoted, Leng Wuyou threw a defensive shield for each of them, so that the surrounding things would not affect them, and the others were responsible for taking care of the battlefield.

Jun Moyuan came over and held Leng Wuyou's hand, looked her up, down, left, right, left, right, and right, and found that there was no injury on her body, and he was relieved when she was intact.

Then he raised his hand and rubbed Leng Wuyou's little head, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "Qibao is very good, this time he didn't hurt himself."

Leng Wuyou squinted at Jun Moyuan, stretched out his hand and roughly grabbed his hand off his head, "Don't touch my head again?" Who cares if he doesn't grow taller in the future.

(End of this chapter)