The two were two meters apart, and the smoke Wang Xia breathed out could not reach Han Jiulin.
However, just this made Han Jiulin frown slightly and look at Wang Xia with eyes filled with disgust and contempt.
This look of superiority stung Wang Xia severely. She asked coldly: "What kind of look do you have? Does it mean that you would rather die than be my boyfriend?"
Han Jiulin looked Wang Xia up and down, but did not answer Wang Xia's question. Instead, he asked: "Are you not young?"
The people around him, whether they were the Banyue Sect members or Miao Zhi and others, all took a breath of cold air!
For Wang Xia, her true age is a taboo!
Especially in the past few years, Wang Xia's face has become more and more wrinkled, which has made her temper erratic and irritable.
When most people see Wang Xia, they will fall in love with her, praise her for being young and beautiful, and ask her if she is only twenty-eight years old against her will, in order to please Wang Xia.
In the past few years, there have been a few people like Han Jiulin who have no emotional intelligence and have recklessly mentioned Wang Xia's true age.
Without exception, those few people were eventually thrown into the Funan River to feed the fish!
Wang Xia finally liked this young man in front of her and was willing to spare his life, but she didn't expect him to be so reckless. He was really asking for his own death!
Many people who are familiar with Wang Xia can almost predict the tragic end that Han Jiulin will face next!
However, others underestimated Han Jiulin's attraction to Wang Xia. After seeing Wang Xia's face turn cold, she asked with a nonchalant smile: "How old is your sister?"
Han Jiulin smiled half-heartedly and said seriously: "In my opinion, you must be at least sixty-three or four years old, right? Should I call you aunt, which would be more appropriate?"
"You said I am sixty-three or four years old?"
This time, Wang Xia's eyes turned completely cold: "It's a pity that you are so skinny, but you lack some brains and eyesight. Chu Long!"
After giving the order, a muscular man in black came out.
The man looked cold and stared at Han Jiulin as if he were staring at a dead person.
The man came to Wang Xia's side and said in a deep voice: "Sister Xia, please give me your orders."
Wang Xia pointed at Han Jiulin and said, "Cut off his head and keep it. I will put it at home so I can see him every day."
"Yes, Sister Xia, don't worry, I will definitely be able to remove his head from his neck without any damage."
The man named Chu Long smiled coldly and took a machete more than one meter long from a companion.
Miao Zhi immediately felt relieved when he saw that the first person to attack Han Jiulin was Chu Long, the Double Flower Red Stick of the Banyue Sect!
Chu Long is the double-flower red stick of the Banyue Sect. Among the thousands of members of the Banyue Sect, Chu Long is one of the best in strength!
It is said that Chu Long learned martial arts when he was young, and later also practiced boxing and wrestling. Not only did his body cultivation reach the peak of internal strength, but he also combined the fist and kick skills of actual street combat. It was he who ensured that Wang Xia remained in the Banyue Sect.
The top position!
As soon as Wang Xia opened her mouth, she directly asked Chu Long to take action, which was enough to show that her anger towards Han Jiulin had reached its extreme, and her murderous intent was revealed!
There is no room for redemption anymore!
Chu Long held the big sword in his hand, roared sharply, and slashed out with a powerful force, and slashed towards Han Jiulin's neck!
Buzz…
The blade was thick and sharp. Under the sunlight, it reflected the cold light, and even made a thick sword roar!
When the sword fell, people who were familiar with Chu Long had even imagined in their minds the scene of Han Jiulin's head flying into the sky!
At the door, two respected guards did not move, but they were already filled with blood and murderous aura, rising into the sky!
These people who dare to kill the dignified Northern Warlord will all be dead today, one by one!
When Han Jiulin saw the big knife coming, he stretched out a finger and blocked the outside of his chin with a light weight. He stopped the big knife with great force and speed in mid-way.
The knife cannot hurt his fingers at all.
Chu Long's expression suddenly changed, with a look of surprise on his face!
"Who are you?"
When Chu Long asked this question, his mouth felt dry.
Han Jiulin's face was cold, and he flicked the blade with his fingers, and the sword was broken from the handle. He held the broken blade between his two fingers and slashed lightly, and then slashed through Chu Long's neck.
It's like cutting tofu, light and smooth, without any obstruction.
As Chu Long's head rose into the sky, Han Jiulin gently threw the half of the blade to the ground.
The headless corpse, with hot blood spurting out from its neck, fell to the ground with a bang.
The head fell to the ground and rolled at Wang Xia's feet.
There was a moment of silence in the whole place, and there was no sound.
Even Wang Xia's face changed again and again, and her breathing was depressed and rapid.
Han Jiulin looked at Wang Xia again, with a trace of mockery in his eyes, and asked lightly: "Do you have any other methods?"
Wang Xia felt her scalp numb and waved her hand: "Shoot, kill him!"
In an instant, at least 20 of the hundreds of people she brought with her pulled out the guns they carried, pulled the safety, and pulled the trigger on Han Jiulin!
Bang bang bang!
A burst of violent gunfire resounded throughout the streets and alleys, with a momentum comparable to New Year's Eve firecrackers!
These people seemed to have been fed a large amount of bullets to practice their guns, and their marksmanship skills were all at a qualified level. The bullets all poured towards Han Jiulin!
Han Jiulin's face remained unchanged, his palms were upwards, he lifted them slightly, and then pressed them down.
laugh!
A gust of strong wind rolled out from around him like a mushroom cloud. The bullets, without exception, all changed directions in the air and shot towards those who fired!
Puff puff puff puff!
Every shooter, without exception, was shot through the head by the rewinding bullet in an instant, and died under his own gun!
It was like falling into an endless abyss, the bone-chilling coldness made everyone present shiver and almost stop breathing.
"I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die yet!" A person from the Banyue Cult felt his crotch wet for a while, shook his head with a pale face, turned around and rolled away.
Han Jiulin glanced at the man's fleeing back. He was a full fifty meters away.
Han Jiulin said lightly: "Kneel down."
The next moment, the fleeing man's legs softened and he fell to his knees with a snap, as if he had been driven into the ground by a nail, unable to move!
Moreover, listening to the clicking sound when he knelt down, it seemed that his kneecaps were broken.
hiss!
The others who had originally planned to escape with the man suddenly took a breath and gave up the idea in an instant.
Han Jiulin looked at Wang Xia again: "Old woman, do you still plan to let me be your boyfriend?"
Chapter completed!