Arrogant War Sovereign

"What did you say?"

"I don't deserve to fight this trash aborigine?"

There was no rudeness in Han Jian's words.

However, for Lingxiao spirit, this is a great shame.

In his eyes, Chonglou is a garbage aborigine.

The strength of garbage, he can easily crush.

But right now.

Cold sword's words will completely explode Lingxiao spirit's killing intention.

"You seem unconvinced?"

"If Chonglou fights you."

"You are a dead man."

"I intervene, just feel, deal with you, my this strength, should be equal."

Cold sword and cold voice.

He didn't feel equal to Lingxiao spirit.

After all, cold sword has 90% chance to kill Lingxiao spirit.

He did it.

It's just that after refining the blood of the demon God, his strength has improved a lot.

Just now, I had the chance to refine a eighth class gas transportation by myself.

The strength is further improved.

For Han Jian, his bones are a little rusty.

I want to exercise my muscles.

So, in the face of Lingxiao spirit.

The cold sword took the initiative.

Cold sword words, let Lingxiao soul shock again.

Chan Juan was also shocked and confused.

He does not think that the strength of Chonglou is strong.

In the eyes of Chanjuan and Hanjian, Chonglou is garbage, garbage aborigines, garbage power.

He'll be able to crush it later.

But Han Jian's words made him think about life.

"Sir."

"Do you really want to fight me?"

"There's no point in fighting between you and me."

"Besides, you don't have to fight for the garbage of a saint."

"If you want to step back."

"I'm your ally. When the time comes, I'll be fighting for the chance on the prophecy."

"You and I are companions."

Lingxiao spirit is facing the cold sword.

On the contrary, Lingxiao spirit began to draw Hanjian.

"Companion? Ally? "

"Chonglou and I are brothers between life and death."

"He saved my life many times."

"You think."

"I'll be your ally?"

Cold sword sneered at Lingxiao soul said.

Brother between life and death, the Lingxiao spirit looks a little ugly immediately.

"Hum."

"I'd like to see how your strength can be equal to mine."

Lingxiao's spirit sank.

The power of Yan Ming in his hand surged again.

The sky seemed to be soaked by the power of the burning hell.

Dyed a strange reddish brown.

That color, it's like dry blood.

But the fluctuating breath, it is to let a person feel strange.

However, Han Jian was indifferent.

Even if the world changes dramatically, he will cut it with one sword.

In the hand of cold sword.

The fluctuating cold of Hanyuan sword is like ice sealed heaven and earth.

The cold sword Qi of piercing spirit.

Directly to Lingxiao spirit of Yanming cut down.

It's a sword.

The reddish brown sky curtain is directly chopped by the cold sword.

The power of Yan Ming, which burst and broke, seemed to have been severely damaged, and could not be condensed for a moment.

The approaching cold air made Lingxiao spirit retreat.

Backhand count.

This dispelled the cold of the cold sword.

"How can I be defeated in the semi holy land?"

Although a few palms broke the approaching cold.

But Lingxiao spirit's look was extremely cold.

He couldn't imagine the semi holy state of the same level as Han Jian.

However, it was almost unable to catch the cold sword.

This sword directly made Lingxiao spirit panic.

"Gee."

"How can you take my sword?"

"It seems that I have to use 80% of my strength."

Cold sword some surprised of say.

However, as soon as Han Jian said this, Ling Xiao's spirit was shocked.

He took the cold sword and almost went all out. However, the cold sword didn't even use 80% of its strength?