dandy prince

Han Xiao glanced at the fifteen sword cultivators in the sky and underground, and couldn't help showing a bleak wry smile. Each of these sword cultivators had an extraordinary aura, and they were the elite sword cultivators of the family!

Even in his heyday, he was not their opponent, not to mention that now he is seriously consumed, with less than [-]% of the true energy in his body, and he will die if he wants to. Thinking of his mother's revenge, he has a strong feeling in his heart Unwilling.

"Go!"

These sword cultivators were decisive, and under Han Feng's order, they raised their swords one by one and attacked Han Xiao together.

Han Feng looked at all this with a sneer, and the sword energy was about to swallow Han Xiao, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Fighting Sword Formation!"

Suddenly, a cluster of dazzling sword lights exploded.

"Puff puff!"

Countless sword lights sprayed around, and the expressions of those sword cultivators who were attacking Han Xiao changed, and the long swords in their hands quickly stabbed out, hitting the flying sword energy, but their figures could not help but retreat.

Seeing this, Han Feng's eyes turned cold, and Han Xiao actually forced back fifteen sword repairmen who were taller than him with one sword, which further strengthened his determination to kill him, "Kill him!"

With the fighting sword array, the true essence thief in Han Xiao's body went to the sky. If his whole body was not supported by the long sword in his hand, he would have collapsed to the ground. He smiled miserably, "Come on, even if I die, I won't let the Han family go!"

One of the sword cultivators turned cold, his wrist trembled, his cold light flickered, and he went straight to Han Xiao's eyebrows. It was not worth all of them to deal with such a weak person, killing him alone was enough.

"Zheng!"

Just as his sword was approaching Han Xiao's eyebrows, a stream of light flew towards him and knocked the sword away. The next moment, everyone's eyes blurred, and a young man in Tsing Yi appeared beside Han Xiao.

"So many people deal with a person who is weaker than you, I really can't stand it!"

Han Xiao, who was waiting to die with his eyes closed, opened his eyes in surprise, and found that there was a handsome young man with a smile beside him. A trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and he said, "My friend, thank you for your rescue. You should go, they It's from the Han family!"

Shu Jun was a little surprised, and then he looked at Han Xiao with a hint of admiration in his eyes. Most people would never let him go in this situation, but would regard him as a life-saving straw.

"Don't worry, since I've come out, I will save you!" Shu Jun smiled.

Han Xiao took a deep look at Shu Jun, then sat cross-legged on the ground, and took out two high-grade spirit stones to absorb the spirit energy in them to restore his true energy.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Cheng Yaojin came out halfway, and Han Feng looked at Shu Jun rather unkindly.

"When the road is injustice, I draw my sword to help. My name is Li Daye!" Shu Jun said with a half-smile.

"Li Daye?" Han Feng frowned, faintly feeling that the other party's name was a bit strange.

"However, I am your uncle!" Shu Jun laughed.

"You dare to take advantage of me! You want to die!" Han Feng instantly understood that Shu Jun had teased him, and a hint of anger flashed across his face.

"Good grandson, don't get angry, getting angry hurts your lungs!" Shu Jun still laughed.

"Bastard! Give it to me, kill him!" Han Feng was furious.

Fifteen sword repairers were all masters of the eighth level of the mythical golden core. Han Feng gave an order, and 15 people started at the same time. The fifteen swords turned into fifteen sword lights with strong momentum and came straight to Shu Jun.

"brush!"

A streak of five-color divine light suddenly appeared, crossed an arc, and swept across fifteen sword lights.

"Enenenenenen...!"

A series of muffled groans came, and the fifteen swordsmen stepped back one after another, staring at Shu Jun with pale faces.

With a flash of the five-color divine light, all 15 people found that the spiritual imprints in the sword that were connected with their flesh and blood disappeared one after another, causing their hearts to be damaged.

Putting away the five-color divine light, a smile appeared on the corner of Shu Jun's mouth again, "You are not my opponents, hurry up, or the uncle will get angry, and none of you will leave!"

Facing these sword cultivators, Shu Jun also had a headache. Without the five-color divine light, it would be difficult to fight them alone. After all, the strength of sword cultivators cannot be overshadowed.

He can use the five-color divine light to wipe out the spirituality in their swords, that is when they are unprepared and surprised, once they are prepared, it is not so easy to brush.

"My lord, all the spiritual imprints in our sword have dissipated, this person is weird!" said a sword repairer with an ugly expression.

"Who is your Excellency? Now that you leave, my Han family can not pursue it, or don't blame me for being rude!" Han Feng stared at Shu Jun in surprise, and it was obviously just a mythical golden core, but it was destroyed all of a sudden. The marks on the swords of his fifteen subordinates.

Since sword repairers are called sword repairers, their swords are naturally the most important. Now that the imprint on the sword is destroyed, their strength will naturally be greatly reduced. Therefore, Han Feng is quite taboo against Shu Jun's weird methods.

"Good grandson, I just said that I am your uncle, why did I forget all of a sudden?" Shu Jun laughed.

"……you……!"

Han Feng stared at Shu Jun coldly, his eyes flickered with murderous intent, and finally the murderous intent disappeared and he snorted coldly, "Let's go!"

"Yes!"

After the group left, Shu Jun couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. Han Feng is the strong man of the Nascent Soul. If there is a real fight, Shu Jun may not be his opponent even though he has five colors of light. It is naturally best for him to retreat.

"Thank you my friend for saving my life, I'm going to Han Xiao!" Han Xiao didn't expect Han Feng to retreat, and looked at Shu Jun with a little surprise.

"My name is Shu Jun! Are you okay?" Shu Jun asked.

"It's okay! It's just that the consumption of true energy is a bit serious." Han Xiao shook his head.

"Well, that person just now seemed to be your elder brother? Why did he chase you down?" Shu Jun asked tentatively.

A complex look flashed in Han Xiao's eyes, but he didn't answer.

"Hehe, I'm just asking casually. It doesn't matter if I don't want to say it. By the way, I should go too, and there will be a period later!" A sword light appeared at Shu Jun's feet soaring into the sky.

Looking at the sky where Shu Jun left, Han Xiao had a look of surprise in his eyes, thinking that this person is quite casual, coming and going quickly.

Flying in the sky, Shu Jun smiled a little more. He saved Han Xiao with a purpose. He must recruit a group of subordinates if he wants to open up a sect. Han Xiao has good potential, and he is also a sword cultivator. All right, but now is not the time to bring it up, or he'll be the kind of guy who wants to return the favor.

In the blink of an eye, another three days have passed, and there are still twelve days to reach the chaotic domain.

"Boom boom boom!"

"not good!"

Shu Jun's face changed, and a suit of armor quickly appeared on him.

"Booming!"

Three vigorous punches landed on his chest and vest respectively.

"Crack!"

The purple spirit battle helmet shattered after resisting for less than a second, and three forces crashed into his body, causing his internal organs to tumbling.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Barely holding on to his figure, he saw forty figures appearing around him.

Shu Jun's eyes turned cold, and then he showed a sneer, "Grandson, you really think highly of your grandpa, you actually brought so many people to ambush your grandpa!"

"presumptuous!"

A shout came from the mouth of an old man beside Han Feng. The old man was wearing a gray robe, with gray hair, and two sword eyebrows raised into the sky, showing a domineering and majestic aura.

"Boy, if you dare to oppose our Han family, today is your death day!" Han Feng stared at Shu Jun coldly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Grandson, I want your grandfather to die! It depends on whether you have that ability!" Shu Jun smiled on the surface, but his heart was extremely dignified. This old man is at least a master of the Nascent Soul level, and there are dozens of people around him who are not comparable to him. It is not easy for the top and bottom mythical golden elixir masters to get out of trouble.

"Junior, don't take advantage of your tongue, let this old man meet you!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, the encirclement suddenly expanded. The old man walked through the air, and the aura burst out from his body, making the surrounding air freeze.

"The old man is so old, why should he be so angry, I think you should go back and rest, otherwise it would be bad if you broke your limbs!"

"Junior punch me!"

Because he knew that Shu Jun had the five-color divine light that could use magic weapons, the old man didn't take out his sword, but punched a vigorous fist in the air.

"Break it for me!"

The opponent didn't use a magic weapon, so of course Shu Jun didn't have that scruple, the high-grade flying sword flew out, bursting out clusters of snow-white brilliance suddenly.

A trace of disdain flashed in the old man's eyes, and he stepped on miraculous steps, punching faster than punching.

"bump!"

A punch hit the flying sword, Shu Jun's body trembled slightly, and he quickly recalled the flying sword. The gap between him and the old man was too big, even with the flying sword, he was no match for him.

"Junior, use your five-color divine light to let the old man see it!" The old man sneered.

"Okay, since you want to see it! I'll show you!"

Shu Jun waved his hand and shouted loudly, "Five-Color Divine Light!"

The old man was on guard.

How could he know that Shu Jun didn't cast the five-color divine light at all, but turned into a bolt of lightning and galloped in one direction.

"Stop him!"

Han Feng shouted hastily.

Two middle-aged men came up to meet them and punched them one after another.

"court death!"

A murderous intent flashed in Shu Jun's eyes, and two five-color divine lights shot out.

The five-color divine light was as fast as lightning, and the two of them were masters of the mythical golden elixir, they couldn't dodge it at all, and fell straight into the sky with a scream from the five-color divine light.

"Whoosh!"

Shu Jun's figure turned into a thin line and rushed out.

"Junior, where to escape!"

The old man shouted angrily, and flew after him. Shu Jun suddenly turned his head, "Old man, I will keep this account for you for now, and if you have any doubts, I will settle it with you!"

"Whoosh!"

Shu Jun's speed suddenly increased tenfold, and he disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

The old man stared at the direction where Shu Jun was escaping, but he couldn't figure out how a cultivator with the eighth layer of the mythical golden core could be so fast, almost as fast as the strong man who had his soul out of his body.

A quarter of an hour later, Shu Jun's figure landed in a valley, and he patted his chest with lingering fear, "Oh my god, that old thing is too strong, I'm afraid even the five-color divine light can't reach him!"

Although the five-color divine light is powerful, it needs to be used with corresponding cultivation bases. Once the five-color divine light cannot catch up with the speed of the enemy, it will be in vain. This is also the reason why he escaped.