Thinking of that battle, Liu Tao, the other old man next to Fang Biao, also had lingering fears. Although he was not qualified to participate in that battle, as the head of the Liu family, how could he not know the record of that battle from the family tree? ? !

That was almost an unequal massacre!

With the blood of tens of thousands of people and the lives of thousands of masters in exchange for a short rest, even now, there is an important ancestral precept in every major family. The seal of death.

And these are enough to show how terrifying and powerful the twelve gods of death are.

"Even the Twelve Gods of Death have missed, who is this Han Sanqian? What should we do next?" Liu Tao asked anxiously.

Even though he was belligerent, even if he hated Han Sanqian deeply, at this moment, Liu Tao couldn't help feeling a little regretful and even a little bit afraid.

Han Sanqian, who can't even be dealt with by the twelve gods of death, who has the ability and qualifications to use his power in the desert? !

I'm afraid never again!

Liu Tao is like this, so why not Fang Biao? Compared with Liu Tao, he regretted it more, because he had one more crime than the Liu family, the crime of killing Mr. Chai.

Letting go of everything and embarking on a road of no return, but encountering such an enemy standing in front of him like a mountain, how can there be any chance of winning? !

Is this bad luck, or luck?

Fang Biao couldn't laugh or cry.

"Miss Lu, Han Sanqian will not die like this, this..."

"How can this be done?"

"To fight against such a person, this... isn't this courting death?"

"Before he finds out that we did it, I suggest, let's withdraw."

"That's right, if Han Sanqian will come back, it will be a disaster for us."

Fang Biao and Liu Tao showed embarrassment, while the elders they led or people from other families became more timid.

After all, the battle in the desert city and the fact that even the twelve gods of death in the desert are now in a bad accident made Han Sanqian's image in their hearts completely no different from the god of death.

Who would think that they have a long life and want to fight against the god of death? !

The beauty in the middle is alluring with a smile, besides Lu Ruoxin, who else can have such stunning looks?

"If all of you trash and rubbish can deal with him, why is he Han Sanqian?"

Hearing this, everyone was greatly insulted, but at the same time they were extremely puzzled. Since this was the case, why did they bother Han Sanqian? A group of people looked at Lu Ruoxin eagerly, waiting for her answer...

"Hit a snake and hit it seven inches. Only in this way, no matter how difficult a poisonous snake is to deal with, it will become helpless." Lu Ruoxin sneered softly: "I never expected that you bastards would be qualified and capable to deal with Han San thousand."

None of the group of people dared to say anything. Although they were extremely suspicious, they could only suppress it temporarily.

"Han Sanqian is far more powerful than you imagined. Even I don't know where his limit is." A man who has touched her heart all her life.

There will be no second, let alone a second.

It's just that dragons and phoenixes have been compatible since ancient times. A flying dragon like Han Sanqian should naturally be matched with a golden phoenix like him. When will it be his turn to be a crow like Su Yingxia?

Thinking of this, Lu Ruoxin's originally spring-like eyes suddenly became a bit vicious. She wanted the people in the Desert Realm to keep harassing Han Sanqian, and she wanted to keep telling Su Yingxia that a woman like her followed Han Sanqian, Not only can it not bring any benefits to Han Sanqian, but it will only bring endless disasters to Han Sanqian.

At the seven inches of Han Sanqian, Lu Ruoxin not only had already welded the brand there, but she also had to heat the brand continuously, so that the burnt brand would become more painful due to the heat, and even ... JrNovels.com