Blood rain fell.

The body fell.

But Gu Han didn't even take a look.

To him, Song Jian was just a stepping stone at best, not even an opponent. He had a lot of cultivation, but his combat power was extremely poor. He obviously had a habit of being pampered and forgot how to fight with others.

Below.

Everyone was dazzled by the sight.

This is the strong man, the sword cultivator should look like!

"Little Marquis!"

Suddenly!

A roar of grief and anger sounded.

But the old man in black robe who rushed out of the Song Hou Mansion looked ferocious and flew away. His cultivation was at the third level of extraordinary level!

"I'm going to kill you!"

This man was obviously loyal to Song Hou, and he didn't care about Han's identity at all, and his eyes seemed to be about to eat people.

"I killed..."

Bang!

Bang!

Not finished speaking.

Two light sounds came.

His body suddenly stopped and stopped instantly!

He didn't want to stop.

But he can't help.

Wang Yong and Elder Zhou were one left and one right, and their hands were pressed tightly on his shoulders like iron pliers, making him unable to move at all.

"you……"

His pupils shrank suddenly.

"Who are you...?"

In his perception, the abyss of the two of them were deep and profound, and they had reached the peak of the extraordinary realm. They could not rise, and even had one foot touched the threshold of the holy realm!

In the Great Yan Dynasty.

Except for the Yan Emperor and the War King.

There are no more than five people with this kind of cultivation!

Even those marquises, not everyone has this level!

"Damn it!"

At this moment.

Yun Fan also rushed over and stared at the old man.

"Uncle has orders!"

"All my extraordinary cultivators from the Great Yan Dynasty have to go to the border. How dare you disobey?"

"Do you know?"

He became more angry the more he spoke.

"Brother Gu is my sister's junior brother. Where did you dare to attack him?"

boom!

This sentence.

There was undoubtedly a huge wave in everyone's hearts!

Even more shocking than the previous death battle between Gu Han and Song Jian!

"He...is the junior brother of the Tenth Highness?"

"No wonder! No wonder!"

"Hahaha, it wouldn't be surprising if the junior brother of Your Highness the Tenth Highness could kill Mr. Song with one sword!"

"Nonsense! How could your highness's junior brother be that ordinary person?"

“…”

Everyone was talking and excited, and even the eyes of Gu Han changed.

previously.

It's just respect and admiration for the strong.

now.

But it was a hint of affection.

The junior brother of the Tenth Highness.

Isn't that your own person?

"kindness?"

Gu Han was a little strange.

"them……"

"Brother Gu."

Yun Fan was not surprised, "In the Great Yan Dynasty, my sister's position is too special and her prestige is unimaginable. Most of these people have retreated from the battlefield to cultivate, and many of them have been saved by my sister.

Yisheng, you are my sister’s junior brother, I love the house and the wuwu, so they naturally have a lot of affection for you.”

now.

The old man still said nothing and stared at Gu Han.

"What to see!"

Yunfan's face darkened.

"You're the end..."

"No need to ask."

Zhao Mengyou shook her head, "This person was obviously someone who was trained by the Song Hou privately and was only loyal to his death warriors. There was no one else in the eyes of such people."

"Death Soldier?"

Yunfan was furious.

"What does this Song Hou want to do!"

“It’s obvious.”

Zhao Mengyou looked at him like a fool, "He has a strange intention."

"Extraordinary intention?"

Yun Fan was stunned.

"How is that possible? He was with my uncle when he was a young monk..."

"It's hard to say."

Zhao Mengyou shook her head.

"Your war has been fought for too long, and some people can't stand it, so they will naturally have their own plans."

Hearing words.

Yun Fan's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he stopped talking.

now.

Wang Yong and Elder Zhou had already disliked each other for a long time and began to get more excited.

"Fellow Taoist."

Wang Yong looked kind.

"This person's cultivation is mediocre, so I'll leave it to me. How can I get a fellow Taoist to take action?"

"No, right."

Elder Zhou smiled slightly but not.

"Fellow Taoist came from afar, and I must be very tired. I can just leave these small things to me."
To be continued...