"puff!"

With the blood splashing, Zhao Zhenren, who had not yet stabilized his figure, had his pupils wide open at this time, and Han Sanqianyi's sword pierced his brain from the center of his brows, and pierced his head. shocked. He never thought that he, who is also in the realm of killing evil, would die so cleanly.

Han Sanqian's icy eyes were suddenly placed next to the ring, the group of disciples who were wearing the same clothes as Zhenren Zhao.

Following Han Sanqian's glance, a group of disciples were scared out of their wits. Some were timid and even frightened on the spot, their legs trembled and their feet went limp, and what's more, their crotch was even wet.

"What...why does this guy want...why? He won't...won't kill the disciples under Master Zhao's sect, right?"

"Looking at it, it should be. After all, Master Zhao just now...he injured the mysterious man's female companion, and those disciples made a lot of booing down there."

"It's over, it's over, I'm so angry that I'm a beauty, but...but there are rules for breaking the Qishan Palace."

"Yes, there are bad rules. The Qishan Temple has always been famous. Life and death in the arena are irrelevant, but not an inch of soldiers in the arena can be hurt. This guy, is he going to risk the world?"

Among the leading disciples. At this time, the leader reluctantly suppressed his figure. Although he drew his sword, his body still retreated step by step uncontrollably.

"Don't come, don't come."

Almost at this time, Gu Ri, who had been supervising the battle from the sidelines, flew over quickly and stood in front of Han Sanqian: "Young hero, according to the rules of the Qishan Palace, you cannot kill them."

"No? Who said that?" Han Sanqian smiled contemptuously.

"Zhao Zhenren hurt my wife. Today, I want to let the world know that it is okay to mess with me, but whoever messes with my woman will be full of families and will be killed without mercy!"

The last three words, Thunderbolt Wanjun, everyone present could hear this voice. I can feel the infinite anger in that voice even more.

"Those who stand in my way, die!"

Han Sanqian roared, his eyes bloodthirsty, and the next step he stepped on the ghostly footwork taught by the old man. Turning into an afterimage of the still picture that Qin Shuang saw that day, it was better than when the old days hadn't reflected, Han Sanqian had already killed the crowd, and then interspersed like a dragon.

Wherever you go. There was wailing all over the field, blood flowed like rivers, countless heads fell to the ground like ripe plums, and the strong smell of blood could even be smelled in the air!

Looking at the extremely tragic scene at this time, all the people present were dumbfounded. Many people didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of offending this murderous figure.

Many women at the scene looked at Su Yingxia in the audience with envy.

Although Han Sanqian's approach is very bloody, it is also the feeling that countless women dream of.

moment. Sound stopped.

There are more than one hundred disciples, and there is not one left who was slaughtered by Han Sanqian.

This was done by the furious Han Sanqian in just a few seconds.

For Han Sanqian, Su Yingxia is his Ni Lin, no one can hurt her, let alone that guy dared to beat Su Yingxia to serious injury.

Supporting Su Yingxia, Han Sanqian walked slowly towards his room without saying a word.

"Is this guy... the devil?"

"Killing doesn't mean nodding, and he exemplifies that perfectly."

"He's telling the whole world. His women are untouchable!"

Many people whispered with lingering fears, standing in the middle of the ring in a mess, a little at a loss, he was here to stop Han Sanqian, but in the end he didn't even move his hand, it is not an exaggeration to talk about sarcasm .

He hesitated for a moment. He still said: "Mysterious man, win!" JrNovels.com