President Bingshan’s personal doctor

Chapter 1700 The Way of Formation

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing Hemlock's furious look made Can Jian even happier. He liked to see others angry but unable to do anything to him.

The long sword in his hand swung slowly, pointing at several sect leaders: "Hemlock, you choose among these people, who will be killed next?"

"Remnant Sword!"

Hemlock roared, trembled all over, struggled hard, but could only sway there, but could not break away at all.

The three ancestors of the Sword Sect were standing not far away. With them there, even if Hemlock struggled to get away, it would probably be of no avail. All he could do was watch the Rashomon disciples being slaughtered.

"Don't be so loud, I can hear you. Tell me, which one do you choose?"

Can Jian smiled like a devil. Seeing the panic on the faces of several headmasters, he became even happier.

"Let them go! If you want to kill me, kill me! Can Jian, let them go!" Heshan gritted his teeth, furious, and his eyes had turned red.

"Are you ordering me?"

Can Jian frowned slightly, and swung his sword to kill a Rashomon leader again. That sword was aimed at the head of the leader, without any mercy, and directly shattered his head!
  puff-

The sight of red and white objects flying across the sky was shocking, and the disciples around them all screamed in panic.

"what!"

Hemlock was in agony, helplessly watching the headmaster of Rashomon being killed, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He was powerless, he was in pain, and he felt even more guilty. He was serving as the head of Rashomon in vain!
  "I hate it when others give me orders."

Can Jian said deliberately, and glanced at Heshan, "If you beg me... Maybe I will think about it."

"P-please..." Hemlock's eyes were red and he almost gritted his teeth as he spoke word by word, "Please let them go... Please let me, Rashomon, go..."

"Hahaha!"

Can Jian laughed wildly, "Rashomon, who is ranked third, is so vulnerable? Hemlock, do you still think you are a master at the same level as me? I think you are really not qualified."

"I'm not qualified. I can't compare to you. Please, Can Jian. If you want to kill me, just kill me. Don't hurt innocent people. I beg you..."

"I reject."

Can Jian's face turned cold, and he swung his sword fiercely. The sword energy was like frost, and it collapsed with a roar, crushing the remaining three masters together!
  "No!"

Hemlock struggled wildly, his voice was like thunder, and he almost went crazy when he saw several sect leaders being killed.

"Can Jian! I must kill you! I must kill you!"

He roared crazily, like a wild beast, wanting to bite the broken sword to death immediately.

Can Jian put away his sword and laughed wildly. He didn't take Hemlock into consideration at all. He glanced around and looked at the dozens of disciples who were lucky enough to come down. He said lightly: "Do you still want to look at these disciples?" Die in my hands?"

Hemlock trembled.

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He really didn't know what to do. As the leader, he couldn't protect his disciples. Even the sect was about to be destroyed. Seeing the disciples being humiliated, Heshan just wanted to do it. die……

"Master! We are not afraid of death!"

"Rashomon will surely regain its glory!"

"Old Canjian, if you can, kill grandpa! Even if grandpa is a ghost, he won't let you go!"

At this point, everyone knows that he will definitely die. If this is the case, what is there to be afraid of?

"It's really embarrassing for the Sword Sect to have such a dog-like leader!"

"Remn sword, grandson! Come and kill me, grandpa!"

Several disciples cursed wildly and didn't care at all. Even if they were going to die, they would scold them severely before they died!
  "Pfft-"

As soon as he finished speaking, the broken sword body flew past like an afterimage, and he suddenly waved his palms, his face ashen: "You bastards, you have no right to criticize me!"

The strong wind roared and blew over hard enough to kill this group of disciples directly! suddenly--

"Canglong Earth Qi!"

With a loud roar, the ground shook violently, and then several huge cracks opened. The terrifying energy rushed up from the ground, turning into a terrifying long dragon, roaring and rushing towards the broken sword.

"Roar--!"

The earth's energy transformed into a dragon, opened its bloody mouth, and pounced forward. Can Jian's expression changed, and he drew out his long sword in an instant, slashed hard, and took advantage of the situation to take a dozen steps back.

"boom!"

There was a violent explosion, the sword energy and the earth energy collided together, making a deafening sound.

Can Jian's face turned livid, and he turned around and looked around: "Who is it?"

Who is it that can accurately control these earth energies?

"It seems that cutting off your own arm is not enough of a lesson."

A faint voice sounded, and several people walked up under the mountain gate. When they saw the leader, Su Han, Can Jian's face twisted instantly, and he soon burst into laughter again.

"It's you!"

Can Jian sneered, "I thought you only dared to hide in Dongshan Island, but now you dare to come out and die!"

He pointed his long sword at Su Han and laughed: "I came just in time, I can kill him as fast as I can today!"

With that said, he was about to take action, but Su Han ignored him at all. Instead, Ning Que and Huang Ya Lao Dao behind him turned into two afterimages and rushed out.

"Can Jian, I'm here to meet you!"

Ning Que let out a low roar and slashed fiercely with his broadsword. The sword's energy was like a dragon, extremely terrifying.

The residual sword swung away, and the sword energy and sword energy struck each other, scattering and exploding.

"Huh? This is a spiritual weapon!"

Can Jian was shocked. The long sword in his hand was just a Taoist weapon. There was no spirit in it. How could Ning Que have a spiritual weapon? He is just a guy who combines four great ways, but he can actually hold his own sword energy.

"Yes, a child can be taught, his hand is broken, but his eyes are not blind."

Huang Ya Lao Dao chuckled, swung the long whip in his sleeves, crackled, and whipped it hard. The broken sword jumped and dodged the whip. He looked at the ground being whipped and cracked several cracks, and his eyes were filled with tears. Narrowed.

"You also have a spirit weapon?"

He couldn't help but be a little surprised. He turned around and saw that Ah Fei and the others snorted coldly. Their spiritual weapons were not healed yet, otherwise Can Jian would really be taught a lesson today.

"Rescue."

Su Han ignored the broken sword at all, and cut the rope with a flick of his finger, letting the hemlock fall down. He pointed with Xuanqi and released the hemlock's restraints: "Is there something wrong with Master Tie?"

"Thank you!"

Hemlock cupped his hands and said, "I'm fine, it's just me, Rashomon..."

The murderous aura on his face boiled more and more, and he turned to stare at Can Jian, "Can Jian, I want you to repay the debt with blood!"

Feeling that the mysterious energy in his body was recovering, Hemlock could no longer hold back the surging murderous aura. He roared and rushed over. A Fei and others also showed no hesitation. Several people surrounded Can Jian and taught him a lesson. he!
  "Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Can Jian waved his sword energy one after another, fighting fiercely with everyone, and laughed: "You don't know your own strength, and you want to kill me? You are the ones who are going to die today. You can't blame me! Ancestor!"

With a loud roar, three shadows appeared instantly, like three sharp swords out of their sheaths, directly attacking and killing everyone.

"Did I let you pass?"

Suddenly, Su Hanlian laughed, grabbed his hands, and the earth energy turned into a dragon again, and a dragon roar resounded through the sky, "Let you see the way of my formation!"

(End of this chapter)