Without the care of the light knife, Chen Nan's movements were also restored to freedom.

He first glanced at the light knife that had been broken on the ground, with unconcealed sadness and sorrow in his eyes. This light knife was his close-fitting sword. After more than ten years of fighting in the south and north, he usually used heavy waist swords to fight against the enemy, but basically did not use this light knife. Every time he used a light knife, he was in a deadlock of dire straits. At that time, the heavy knife had already escaped and relied on this light knife to fight a path of blood.

Now that this light knife was easily cut off with two fingers, Chen Nan's grief was no less than breaking his right arm.

The man in blue still had a dead face that was neither yin nor yang, and said calmly: "If you stay here again, then your head will be broken in the next moment."

Chen Nan looked at Yao Yishan who was still in a stiff state, laughed softly, and gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Chen has lost his knife and has a pair of fists. Since Chen and Yishan put in the soil to incense, they have agreed to follow life and death and exchange life for life. Although I don't know what magic you have used on Yishan, since I still have a breath today, don't think about moving Yishan. Brother, Chen is saying... it's not a big talk."

The man in blue shirt moved a little, as if he wanted to make some expression, but he still failed. He just sighed softly: "In this chaotic world, there are not many people like you who are as chivalrous as you. Don't worry, I will be buried with you...a grand."

Before Chen Nan could speak, Yao Yishan suddenly came back from his dullness, turned around and strangled Chen Nan's wrist, and whispered: "Brother Shen, thank you for today's affairs, but today's affairs... I made a mistake. Brother Shen, please go back, take the brothers from Bai Zhan Alliance together. Today's affairs... I'm still troubled Brother Shen, don't tell me."

Chen Nan was slightly stunned, and then immediately whispered: "Yishan, don't think about picking me out. I will follow you to this southern suburb today, for the sake of not being the few taels of broken silver. Since we have become Jinlan, we will be brothers for life. Chen Nan's life is not worth a lot, but if you throw it here, you will definitely not lose money!"

"Brother Shen!" Yao Yishan's tone became slightly heavier. He half turned around and stared at Chen Nan's eyes. After a while of silence, he only spoke out three words: "Believe me."

Chen Nan was silent for a long time under Yao Yishan's gaze, and then said nothing, but just held Yao Yishan's wrist with his backhand and nodded with emphasis.

Chen Nan squatted down and carefully picked up the light knife fragments on the ground and hugged them in his clothes. He turned around and greeted the brothers of Bai Zhanmeng, and immediately turned around and went back silently.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Nan and his brothers from Bai Zhan Alliance completely disappeared into the dark night. Yao Yishan was only followed by seven or eight sword hands brought out from Jinxiuzhai. The seven or eight sword hands were all holding steel knives and facing the uninvited guest of the man in blue shirt with a fierce look. Two of them were vaguely facing Yao Yishan's ridge.

Yao Yishan ignored the sword hands behind him, raised his robe and knelt directly on the ground, and kowtowed firmly and said, "Yao Yishan, a disciple under the Houtu Altar, met the Lord Han Altar."

Han Linchun is a real Vajra Realm, nicknamed "Eight-Banged Ape". He has extremely good skills in his hands. He has a pair of hard fists shattered stones and cracked gold, and is fierce and uncast. He has been in charge of the Lingmu Hall for many years and has always been responsible for the responsibilities of the young master of guarding him. In more than ten years, he has only met Gu Changfeng seven times, but in secret, he does not know how many open and secret arrows he has stopped for Gu Changfeng. Under a pair of hard fists, there are as many as thirteen masters who are also killed in the Vajra Realm.

Where there is Gu Changfeng, there is not necessarily Han Linchun; but where there is Han Linchun's appearance, there is Gu Changfeng.

You can even say something bluntly that Han Linchun, the best in the Vajra Realm, has almost no life for himself, and everything about him is living according to Gu Changfeng's route.

Yao Yishan knelt down, but the seven swordsmen behind him looked at each other at this time. They were at a lower level in the Haute Earth Altar. Not to mention the other altar masters, they had never seen even the faces of their own altar masters. So suddenly, they were at a loss when facing this Vajra Realm master who was nicknamed the Eight-Bang Ape.

Han Linchun didn't look at these knife hands at all. He just glanced at the bento and saw the ants passing by. Han Linchun's eyelids drooped slightly, and he looked at Yao Yishan on the ground and said softly: "Do you understand?"

Yao Yishan closed his eyes and nodded, and said slowly, "I... I know everything. A few days ago, Yang Zhang... Yang Qi ran to the Xie Mansion with great care and always sent me away in advance. I had a vague problem before, but I never thought about it. Now when I saw Master Han, I immediately understood."

The seven sword hands behind Yao Yishan looked at each other, knowing that the matter had been exposed and could not delay more time. He gritted his teeth and roared, and the seven men formed a battle formation, holding their waist swords to rush towards Han Linchun opposite him with a fierce momentum.

The seven steel knives formed a bright and murderous sword curtain, and slashed at Han Linchun's vital points everywhere. The sword was fierce and murderous.

The next moment, the golden sword clanged and blood burst.

The steel knife in the hands of the Seven Knife Hand was intact, but the seven Heavenly Spirit Covers were completely broken, and blood mixed with the brain splashed out. The seven soft corpses threw away the steel knife in their hands weakly and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Han Linchun pulled out a handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped the blood from his fingers without saying a word.

Seven men in black appeared behind him in the dark night. Each man in black carries a standard long sword behind him, each carrying a series of blood gourd-like heads in his hands. These seven men are Han Linchun's confidants. They are not good at using their brains, but they are very good at killing people. These seven swords followed Han Linchun through countless bloody storms. There were originally thirteen swords, but they were not easy to mess around in the world. They broke six of them over the years, and in the end, the only ones that stayed by Han Linchun were the only seven swords, which were also the most elite seven swords.

The seven people threw the heads in their hands on the ground in front of Yao Yishan, then bowed and disappeared into the fog behind them.

Han Linchun put the handkerchief that had wiped the bloodstains back into his arms, poked the head of the person closest to him, and said calmly: "These are Yang Qi's confidants and his backing. They are all here. He also bought a lot of heads from the Ma family in Xicheng, but our Daode Sect now does not need to make enemies with the Ma family, so I just sent someone to knock him out and did not cut off their heads."
Chapter completed!