Without the blessing of true energy, Han Sanqian almost relied on the epee without front that the old man who swept the floor taught him back then. He was both domineering and ferocious, and he insisted on killing seven in and seven out in the crowd.

But if you want to look at this matter from another angle, it's actually a different picture.

That is, Han Sanqian is very hard and miserable now.

After all, how could such a scene, with his own flesh and blood, go to a bloody battle with a group of cultivators, not to make people feel a kind of shock, but also a kind of huge inexplicable sadness?

The time didn't last too long. Suddenly, a gun pierced through Han Sanqian's shoulder, and Han Sanqian was obviously slow for a few seconds, and there was no resistance...

"Pfft!"

Another sword cut directly on Han Sanqian's body.

Han Sanqian's body was bleeding profusely, and blood was spit out from his entire mouth.

Facing the attacks of these young people, Han Sanqian no longer had any ability to attack.

At this time, he is like the last lion, with only his last breath remaining, he is still holding on to his mighty body.

Seeing that Han Sanqian couldn't even do these basic resistances, the special envoys in white and Hei Feng walked over with confidence.

The two stood in front of Han Sanqian. Although they didn't get close directly, at least the distance of three meters was considered very close to normal.

"Han Sanqian, why are you doing this?" The special envoy in white sighed, "You have made such a bruised appearance. To be honest, you don't look good. For us, we don't want to humiliate you like this."

"That's right, Han Sanqian, you're just bringing yourself to shame." After Hei Feng finished speaking, he looked at his subordinates around him, and immediately, those people put away their guns and swords collectively.

As Qianghe's sword was pulled out, the next second, the hole in his body was sprayed with blood, and Han Sanqian let out a sigh of relief and almost fell down.

He reluctantly tried to prop up his body with the jade sword, but the weight of the body still made the jade sword unable to support it. After a heavy stagger, Han Sanqian barely supported himself with extreme bending.

Although it is not possible to kneel down and retain the final dignity, such a staggering posture really has a greater inexplicable sadness.

"A dead duck has a hard mouth."

Hei Feng cursed in a low voice, waved his hand, and tried to get a few people to tie up Han Sanqian.

The few people didn't dare to arrest Han Sanqian at the first moment. They looked at each other, and no one dared to act rashly.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

With a roar of anger, several subordinates held back their fear and walked towards Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian suddenly looked back, and for a moment, the few people who had just mustered up their courage backed away in fright.

This is the absolute aura of the king. Even if he falls down, but he does not close his eyes, it is enough to make the people around him fearful.

Hei Feng didn't speak, but just looked at the group of people coldly.

To him, Han Sanqian was just a dying person, and the fearful behavior of his subordinates really made him feel extremely ashamed.

Several subordinates didn't dare to say anything more at this time. They wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads. They knew very well that this time they had to bite the bullet even if they died.

Several people glanced at each other, and then went directly towards Han Sanqian in the next second.

But the funny thing is that when they were less than half a meter away from Han Sanqian, they didn't dare to move again.

"What the hell are you doing in a daze? He has become like this, and you still dare not do anything? You bastards." JrNovels.com