The power of the army in the desert city, he actually...

It can actually...

He looked at Han Sanqian in the air in disbelief, and couldn't figure out why!

Are they too weak?

But this Wanjun is not even afraid of those demon monks, so he can only be Han Sanqian too strong?!

Before he knew it, blood flowed gently along the corner of his mouth. He gathered the power of more than a dozen confidants, not only did not help the soldiers suppress Han Sanqian, but was suddenly rushed up by Han Sanqian, which could really backfire him and be injured.

"One sword, break the sky!"

Suddenly, Han Sanqian held the jade sword in his hand and stood towards the ground, frivolous!

"Break!" With a slight slap in his hand, the sword under his palm suddenly became crystal clear. Then, a powerful force broke away from the sword body and fell straight towards the ground.

boom!!!

The dust and smoke on the ground flew for several meters in an instant, like the waves of the nine heavens suddenly slapped the ground, and then it spread wildly around, and countless soldiers suddenly fell over.

"good!"

At this time, the Seventh Elder couldn't help but cheer. There was no human nature or any other factor. He was simply impressed by the Luotian sword!

A sword is so beautiful, but that's it!

"You!" Fang Kun was furious when he saw that all the disciples were directly knocked down by the sword energy, and he was frightened and angrily scolded Han Sanqian, but he had no confidence after all!

At this time, Han Sanqian moved his hand and the jade sword flew into his hand. His body accelerated and rushed towards Fang Kun!

"Fuck you." Fang Kun swears, angrily, picks up the sword in his hand and goes forward: "I'm fucking with you..."

"brush!"

The cold jade sword had been pressed against the knot in his throat since some time.

Not a point or a slight difference!

"How about you be with me?" Han Sanqian appeared in front of Fang Kun with a handsome face and cold language, which made him unpredictable and shocked!

"I..." Fang Kun didn't know what he said.

He naturally wanted to say that he had fought with you, but before he could even take action, the other party's sword was about to be blocked. What courage and qualification does he have to say?!

"Where is the thing?" Han Sanqian said coldly.

"What?" Fang Kun asked suspiciously.

"You're still fucking pretending to be stupid!" He shouted coldly, and turned around and kicked Fang Kun directly in the face. Fang Kun didn't understand what happened, so he flew to the ground with a shoe print on his face!

"Young Master!"

A group of confidants hurriedly chased after him, and they were all nervous.

However, as soon as these confidants came, a black shadow had already arrived from the sky. Before the few people could raise their hands, they were directly beaten to Han Sanqian several meters away by the rushing in.

Taking advantage of the descent force, he directly stuck Fang Kun's neck and let his back rub it for several meters. Han Sanqian stopped.

The soil scraped out of the poor Fang Kun's head had accumulated nearly half a meter thick, and the traces spreading from his body on the ground were dozens of meters away!

"Do not hand over!"

Han Sanqian not only made Fang Kun's neck hurt, but the friction between his back and the ground was also mixed with blood and soil to constantly bite the wound on his back that was rubbed and rotten. Not to mention it, even though his body was just rubbing upwards, his head was just scraping the ground...

But like a snowball, the force that the head bears until it finally feels like it hits a mountain.

"Faith, it's faith!"

Suddenly, a confidant from the ground finally remembered what Han Sanqian had been asking for.

In three days, these people had already sang good wine and forgot Su Yingxia's letter. In addition, Han Sanqian suddenly appeared, which scared the group of people to panic, and naturally threw the matter away.

At this moment, someone finally reported what Han Sanqian wanted.

Fang Kun pointed to his left chest, and Han Sanqian then moved his hand and flipped it, and found the letter that was extremely important to him.

After receiving the letter, Han Sanqian then let go of Fang Kun's hand and didn't even look at Fang Kun, turning around and walking towards the woods in the distance.

Su Yingxia's letter is naturally a treasure, and naturally he needs to read it alone.

"Hold!"

After being helped up from the ground by his confidants, Fang Kun was in extreme embarrassment. His clothes were completely destroyed, with only countless scars and broken steps that had been rubbed. There was also a big footprint on his face, so he was not as loyal as before.

Looking at Han Sanqian's back, Fang Kun spat in disgust: "Damn, he really thinks he is amazing? I'm just not wearing golden armor!"

"Han Sanqian, I will settle the debt with you sooner or later!"

With a slander, Fang Kun went to his camp in a panic.

"He's going to read the letter!"

At this time, a follower entered Lu Ruoxin's tent and said softly.

Lu Ruoxin was gently stroking her long-standing cat.

The cat was eating the food beside him with relish, making a whimpering sound in his mouth, and the food was just a human hand.

Hearing the servant's words, Lu Ruoxin looked up and chuckled...
Chapter completed!