The Palace Master Ling Jing stared at Han Yun fiercely, feeling ashamed and angry, and he wanted to die. Han Yun rubbed his ears that were buzzing and turned his head guiltily, and he seemed to feel the soft and smooth fragrance in his hands.

"Let me go!" Lord Ling Jing said word by word, as if four ice particles popped out of his mouth. Although Han Yun did not look at Lord Ling Jing's face, he could imagine how she was gritting her teeth and said shamelessly: "What's wrong with me? You caused it yourself!"

The Lord of Ling Jing's eyes were full of murderous aura, and he repeated coldly: "Let me go!"

I have to say that this girl is really murderous. After all, she is the daughter of the Immortal Emperor. Her aura when she is really angry is not a big deal. Unfortunately, Han Yun is immune to all the turtle aura and shrugged and said, "Stop dreaming!"

The Palace Master Ling Jing bit his lower lip and stared at Han Yun for a moment without a moment. His dark eyes gradually covered with a layer of water. Han Yun became a little furious and waved his hand and said, "I'm afraid of you, I can let you go, but I have to seal my spiritual power!"

The Lord of Ling Jing said in a hatred: "Don't think about it!"

Han Yun's face darkened and he said coldly: "Then tie it up, I don't have time to make trouble with you!" As he said that, he wanted to turn around and walk away.

The Palace Master Ling Jing suddenly screamed: "Yun Han, you are a vulgar and shameless bastard, if you are a man, you will let me go!"

Han Yun turned around suddenly and looked at the Palace Master Ling Jing a little surprised. This girl had already recognized her. It was not right. She should have seen her true face when she fainted.

The Palace Master Ling Jing stared at Han Yun hatefully and said coldly: "Pretending, why don't you continue to pretend? Despicable and shameless!"

Han Yun took off his head and smiled and said, "Your Highness the Palace Master is shameless. He actually peeked at the beauty of others. You have to be responsible!"

The Lord of the Palace Ling Jing gritted his teeth and said, "You wait, I must tear you into pieces!"

Han Yun touched his chin and said helplessly: "I have a grudge against you. I always shout and fight and kill. Isn't it just a touch, and it won't fall off a piece of meat. Besides, it's not intentional. If you feel you lose, you can just touch it back at most!"

The tense face of the Palace Master Ling Jing couldn't help but blush slightly, and he cursed: "You are shameless!"

Han Yun shrugged and said, "Thank you for exaggerating, lie down well, I don't have time to talk to you endlessly!" He said that, turning around and walking away.

"Yun Han, you bastard, let me go, come back!"

"Save some effort, he is so cold again!" Han Yun muttered and walked away.

The Lord of Ling Jing struggled for a while without tears, and lay helplessly on the ground in a daze.

After more than an hour, Han Yun walked back with a serious expression, leaned on his head and leaned on his side beside the Lord Ling Jing Palace, blinking his eyes at the Lord Ling Jing Palace's beautiful face.

The Palace Master Ling Jing moved backwards and shouted angrily: "What do you... want to do?"

Han Yuntan said: "Don't worry, the uncle is not interested in you unless you take off all your clothes and seduce me!"

"You - vulgar!" The Palace Master Ling Jing cursed with a blushing face.

Han Yun rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, you, I'm not a casual person!"

In terms of bickering, the ten Lingjing Palace Masters were not Han Yun's opponents. Lingjing Palace Master was so angry that he turned his head and ignored Han Yun, and his heart was mixed.

Han Yun sat up and sighed, "I can let you go. I hope you don't know the mercy. I will leave some strength to think about how to escape!"

The Palace Master Ling Jing still turned his face and said nothing. Han Yun waved his hand and took back the rope for binding the immortals. The Palace Master Ling Jing was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, this bastard really let him go, and suddenly jumped up. A cold light flashed in his hand and slashed at Han Yun's throat with a single sword, but Han Yun was still sitting there motionless.

Seeing that Han Yun was about to be two parts of his body, the single sword in the palace master Ling Jing suddenly slapped, put it on Han Yun's neck, and shouted sternly: "Why don't you hide? Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Han Yun smiled and said, "You are the noble palace master, and your father is the Immortal Emperor. Who dares not kill him!"

The Lord of Ling Jing's pretty face was tense, and he shouted coldly: "What else do you do except show off your verbal advantage!"

Han Yun raised his hand and said, "You can also take advantage of it with your own words!"

The Lord of Ling Jing was both ashamed and annoyed, with murderous intent in his eyes flashing, and he said angrily: "I have chopped off your dirty claws!" As he said that, he slashed his sword and slashed at Han Yun's right arm.

Han Yun was shocked. This girl was really chopping down. She rolled away in a mess and barely avoided the sword of the Palace Master Ling Jing.

"You are crazy, you're really chopping!" Han Yun got up and said angrily. In fact, he knew in his heart that Ling Jinggong was mainly chopping the ground just now. His arm might have moved, after all, the knife was already placed next to his neck.

The Palace Master Ling Jing shouted with a sweet voice and flew up. His figure was as flexible as a female leopard, slashing at Han Yun's head with a slash. Han Yun couldn't help but be in a secret anger. A black light flashed in his hand, and the iron spear slashed the Palace Master Ling Jing's sharp sword, and he took advantage of the situation to stab the Palace Master Ling Jing's chest.

The Lord of Ling Jing flashed sideways and cursed: "Bah, a naughty embryo!"

Han Yun said indifferently and amusedly: "Then let me show you the dirty!"

The Liuyun Jiying Gun was like a surging river, attacking the Palace Master Ling Jing, either stabbing Su's chest or stabbing the lower abdomen. The Palace Master Ling Jing was both ashamed and angry. He used a single knife in his hand to mount Han Yun's spear, and his figure floated up in the air: "I will kill you!"

Han Yun felt a stern and did not dare to neglect. He shook his spear and instantly shook out the tip of the spear all over the sky and attacked the Palace Master Ling Jing, making her unable to use the Thousand Blades to slash it out.

The Palace Master Ling Jing sneered, waved his sword suddenly, and immediately practiced everywhere, and the sharp sword intent broke through the air.

Chichichi ~

In the eyes of the Lord Ling Jing Palace, how could Han Yun's rotten iron spear withstand his invincible sword intent?

Dangdangdang~

With a series of sounds, the spear in Han Yun's hand did not break, but instead shocked the Lord of Lingjing Palace to make the mouth numb. Han Yun's current cultivation level has reached the late stage of the Mahayana, and he is a fellow practitioner of five-type martial arts. The strength of the immortal power is much stronger than that of the Lingjing Palace, so he will naturally take advantage of it when he fights head-on.

The Lord of Ling Jing was shocked and said to himself: "This bastard has become so powerful. It seems that he is not bragging about boasting that he will win in front of Jianyue."

"Thousand Blades of Duanlang!" The Palace Master Ling Jing shouted in a coquettish voice, and in an instant, the sky was filled with sword shadows, intertwined into an airtight knife net covering Han Yun's head.

Han Yun knew that the Lord Ling Jing's trump card could not avoid this killer move, so he could only push it, so he shouted abruptly, and the long spear in his hand danced so that the gun shadow was dense and airtight, protecting his whole body.

Dangdangdang...

The sound of impact sounded like a storm, wave after wave, like dense raindrops hitting the heart.

Dangdangdang~

After the last wave of hundreds of slashes, the sword shadow and the gun shadow disappeared. The Lord Ling Jing's Palace was holding a single sword in his right hand, and Han Yun stood in his hands with a gun in his hands, looking at the Lord Ling Jing's Palace in the air with a cold look.

The Lord Ling Jing's face turned a little pale, and her hand holding a single sword trembled slightly. She couldn't accept this fact, but the bastard did catch her own Thousand Blade Slash. You should know that two years ago, this bastard was a guy in the early stage of Mahayana and could not walk ten moves under her hands. However, in just two years, not only did the cultivation level of immortal power catch up with her, but also caught her own tricks.

The Palace Master Ling Jing was unwilling to give up, and suddenly shouted and pulled up again: "Thousand Blades of Duanlang slashed ten consecutive times!"

Han Yun was shocked and shouted: "You are crazy!"

The shadows of the swords were covered with sharp sword intent. If they didn't want to be cut into meat paste, they could only resist to death. Han Yun gritted his teeth and danced wildly.

Dangdangdangdang…

The shadow of the sword was scattered one after another. Han Yun gradually felt that his strength was gone, his hands were numb, and his movements slowed down and his body was hit by a few strokes, and blood splattered instantly.

The Palace Master Ling Jing was not feeling well, and his pretty face was pale. It was difficult for her to use the Thousand Blades of the Duanlang to cut ten consecutive slashes. At most, he could not succeed in the Five Continuous Slashes. That is to say, if Han Yun cannot be defeated within five thousand slashes, she will definitely lose.

Thirty waves...thirty-one waves...thirty-seven waves...

Han Yun gritted his teeth and held on forever. He suffered dozens of strokes. Fortunately, he was only skin trauma, but he was still covered in blood and was extremely embarrassed.

The Palace Master Ling Jing suddenly felt a little unbearable and shouted: "Bastard, admit defeat quickly, I can spare your life!"

Han Yun held his anger in his heart and shouted: "Stupid, if you have the ability, I will do everything, I will continue!"

The Lord of Lingjing Palace raised his eyebrows, and Han Yun immediately felt that the pressure increased greatly. The sword shadow slashed down like raindrops, the faster the slash, and the more urgent the slash.

Forty waves...forty one...forty five waves...

Puff~

Han Yun's chest was slashed by two wisps of knife intent, and he couldn't help but snorted in pain, and two bunches of blood spurted. The Lord of Ling Jing's face changed slightly, and the sword suddenly slowed down. The knowing that Han Yun shouted angrily, suddenly soared into the sky, and stabbed him with a gun regardless of the situation.

"You don't want to die!" The Palace Master Ling Jing shouted, hurriedly put away the single sword, and the shadow of the sword disappeared instantly. The knowledge that Han Yun's spear suddenly burst out with a terrifying momentum, and suddenly flew out of his hand and shot towards the Palace Master Ling Jing's chest. The speed and momentum were about to pierce the top of the cave.

The Lord Ling Jing's face was ashes in an instant, with a trace of despair and sadness in his eyes. The shot was too fast. Lord Ling Jing knew that he could not dodge. All kinds of things flashed through his mind and said to himself: "I'm going to die, but I'm actually dead at his hands!"

Han Yun regretted it as soon as the gun was left. Lord Ling Jing put away the knife. Obviously, he didn't want to hurt his life, but his shot would really kill her. Han Yun wanted to take back the gun, but it was too late. He could only silently lower his head and close his eyes, not wanting to see Lord Ling Jing's miserable situation of being shot through the chest.

Suddenly, his heart was shaking, and Han Yun raised his head suddenly, and saw the black light of the rotten iron spear shining, and it was steadily stopping half a foot in front of the chest of the Lord Lingjing Palace. The Lord Lingjing Palace was pale, his eyes closed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. Han Yun couldn't help but be overjoyed. The rotten iron spear has been hiding in his divine sea and has not been sacrificed. Han Yun could only give it some simple instructions, that is, sacrifice and put it away, and he could not control it from the air. Now it actually stopped on its own, and Han Yun was both surprised and happy.

Lord Ling Jing slowly opened his eyes and saw Han Yun, covered in blood, holding a spear and looking at him with a smile. His teeth were very white and neat, and then his mind was covered with very white and neat teeth. He fainted as he rolled his eyes.
Chapter completed!