"go to hell."

The hurricane was even fiercer. After wrapping Han Sanqian in an instant, it turned into countless swords and swords, as if it was going to tear Han Sanqian into pieces.

And Han Sanqian's epidermis began to be blown like water waves because of the extremely strong wind at this time, trembling wildly, and seemed to be directly detached from Han Sanqian's body at any time.

"This wind, like a knife, will scrape off your skin, cut your flesh and blood, and finally, cut your bones, and break your internal organs." In the hurricane, the man sneered ferociously: "However, you don't have to Worry, because in the end you will always be blown away by the hurricane. It's just an extra process of watching yourself die."

Han Sanqian still smiled: "It's still the same sentence, it's easy for senior to kill me, but I believe that not only will senior not kill me, but he will treat me well."

After saying that, Han Sanqian closed his eyes, as if he had calmly accepted the end of waiting for death.

Hurricane naturally disdains these remarks, and even lazily responds to them.

The wind was even fiercer, and Han Sanqian's skin seemed to really open his mouth when it was blowing, and it seemed that he was really about to be skinned and boned by the wind.

However, at this moment, Han Sanqian, who had no other distractions but closed his eyes indifferently, glowed with a faint golden light.

The man in the hurricane frowned obviously, something strange happened, a little surprised, he frowned and looked at Han Sanqian.

Suddenly, without fear of the incomparably powerful hurricane, Jin Guang began to slowly emerge from its true form.

Only then did the black figure suddenly realize that at this moment, Han Sanqian's body was turned into a golden body by the golden light on the back and upper side.

Looking at the golden body, he suddenly stopped all movements and just stared blankly.

"Familiar, familiar, how can you be so familiar?"

"It's absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible."

"He is only a young boy in his twenties or thirties, how can he have his aura?"

"But, it's obviously true."

"No, no, no, it's impossible, indeed it's impossible. With his breath, his pride, and his ability, how could he be attached to a person who has such a small cultivation base and even has all his meridians cut off?"

"But, this is indeed his breath. I can't be wrong about this."

Thinking of this, he suddenly moved.

Although the outside of the hurricane was still raging, in the inner world, the wind power that could peel the skin and swallow the bones slowly descended, so that in the end, it completely disappeared.

"Han... What's wrong with Han?" he asked.

Han Sanqian slightly opened his eyes and smiled softly: "Senior, Han Sanqian."

"Han Sanqian." He responded, "I've written it down."

"Senior, are you planning to kill me?" Han Sanqian asked with a smile.

Now that the wind had stopped, and he had also asked about his own words, everything was basically in line with Han Sanqian's idea, or in other words, Han Sanqian's prediction.

"Whether to kill you or not, I don't want to make a decision right now. But it doesn't mean that you will live in peace."

"Follow me to a place, whether it is death or life, it is ruled by that place."

"Wait a minute." Han Sanqian waved his hand.

He frowned, obviously a little dissatisfied: "You think you have a choice? Huh, don't say that you are a useless person with all meridians cut off. Even if your boy has the cultivation level of those two women outside, you are still in the middle of the hurricane." There is no other choice possible." JrNovels.com