Chapter five hundred and seventy-fifth Hanluo's oppression
"Can you lend me your sword?"
Han Luo said slowly.
Although he was talking about borrowing in name, his tone was one of command.
Listening to what he meant, it was not certain whether he could pay it back if he borrowed it. Thinking of this, everyone looked at Wei Zong with some pity. If nothing else happened, this young man should not refuse, nor would he dare to refuse.
But Wei Zong was silent for a moment, then stubbornly said: "I won't borrow it!"
How can a sword cultivator lend his sword to others casually? This has nothing to do with strength or weakness. This is the dignity of a sword cultivator!
Wei Zong's words exceeded everyone's expectations.
Especially Qian Haolong, he broke into a cold sweat all of a sudden.
Because he felt that a cold breath began to spread, coming from the Litian Palace. If nothing else happened, it should be the person in the Litian Palace who was displeased.
"Oh? You don't even want to borrow me, but you are very brave, aren't you?"
After a sneer, the door of Litian Palace slowly opened, and Han Luo walked out of it again. Then, he slowly walked a few steps and came to the top of the Qiantian Sword Sect's void shuttle, looking down at Qiantian below. Everyone from the Sword Sect.
Everyone can see... something... is not going well.
However, what shocked everyone was that Wei Zong seemed to have not seen Han Luo's threat and argued with each other:
"Why, is Elder Han going to rob it openly? The dignified Taichu Sword Pavilion, the face of our sword world, shouldn't do such a thing, right?"
"Haha, what a sharp-tongued boy!"
Han Luo laughed twice, then his smile faded, and he said slowly: "I can understand your unwillingness to hand over the sword, but now I suspect that you are related to the death of my disciple Ouyang Mu, so please come with me to Taichu." Let’s go to Sword Pavilion!”
Qian Haolong was shocked. If his disciple was taken away like this, from now on, what status would his Qiantian Sword Sect have in the sword world? So, he opened his mouth and retorted: "Elder Han, this is a little bit... It’s against the rules!”
"Oh? Do you also want to oppose me?" Han Luo's eyes slowly shifted to Qian Haolong, and he smiled lightly: "Okay, it seems that you have made a career as a Tianjian Sect, not even our Taichu Sword Pavilion. Take it seriously!"
"I...we didn't!"
When Qian Haolong was about to defend himself, Wei Zong spoke again: "Elder Han is joking. Brother Ouyang is such a genius. How can I kill him? So, let's go to Taichu Jiange... Forget it!"
"That's not necessarily true?"
Han Luo's half-smiling gaze passed over the abyss, and he said calmly: "You can't do it, but your sword is very evil."
"So, you still have to come with me to this Taichu Jiange..."
"Haha... Taichu Jiange is really overbearing!" The dark and sinister aura spread to Wei Zong, and the Abyss Underworld Emperor Armor took shape again. Wei Zong suddenly raised his head, and his eyes had turned pitch black.
"What if I don't want to?"
"If you don't want to, is it useful?"
Han Luo snorted with a half-smile, he didn't even bother to move, he just stood there, but the peak aura burst out in the second step, pressing in the direction of everyone in the Qiantian Sword Sect!
"Elder Han!"
Qian Haolong shouted angrily and stood in front of the disciples, blocking most of the pressure from them, but a small part of the pressure still bypassed his body and bombarded the other disciples.
"Pfft!"
Except for Wei Zong, the others couldn't even hold on for a breath. They spurted out a mouthful of blood, were crushed to the ground, and then fainted.
And Wei Zong, with the help of the Abyss Underworld Emperor Armor, could only remain standing in front of him.
"Elder Han, what on earth do you mean? Is it true that the majestic Taichu Sword Pavilion can wantonly humiliate small sects like us?" He shouted angrily.
Seeing Han Luo's domineering behavior, many of the nearby disciples showed dissatisfaction. Some even wanted to speak out to persuade them, but they were quickly stopped by their elders. The elders slowly shook their heads and signaled to them. Young people, leave it alone.
After all, the law of the jungle is the law of the world.
Taichu Jiange is too strong, they cannot control it, and they dare not control it!
"Uncle Master!"
Gu Ke'er looked at Li Menghan and said anxiously: "Uncle Master, this Han Luo is so outrageous. Should we..."
"Ke'er!"
Li Menghan sighed softly: "Uncle, I am also seriously injured now, so let's forget about this matter!" Shaking his head slightly, Li Menghan still refused.
After all, Qian Tian Sword Sect has nothing to do with her. It's not worth it to fight Han Luo again for Qian Tian Sword Sect!
Everyone in the audience was silent, the Qiantian Sword Sect... had reached its most critical moment.
"Are the bones quite hard? Can they still support it?" However, at this moment, Han Luo looked at Wei Zong with interest, and slowly said: "In that case... let me add some more ingredients to you. Got it!"
Following Han Luo's words, there was a bang!
A violent aura surged out from his body, and the target... was none other than Wei Zong!
"Uh-huh——"
After roaring, Qian Haolong released almost all of his power, and even his skin turned extremely red, as if he was about to bleed. Only then did he block most of Wei Zong's pressure.
However, even if there is a little bit of pressure left behind, it is not something that a mere Qitian realm warrior from Wei Zong can withstand.
"Crunch!"
Under the pressure of the powerful aura, Wei Zong's body bent slightly, and his spine groaned under the load. However, Wei Zong still tried to stand up straight, refusing to give in under this pressure. However, according to If this situation continues, it won't be long before his spine will break.
"Han Luo, you are a piece of trash, you are worthy of letting me surrender——"
With a roar in his heart, Wei Zong showed a fierce look on his face. Then, his hands changed again, and he still quickly hit countless seals under the pressure.
As the seal was played, Wei Zong directly released the two seals on Ming Yuan this time, and Ming Yuan changed again.
The violent and evil aura has even spread to Wei Zong's head, forming a ferocious-looking helmet. Under the violent aura, Wei Zong's entire body is covered. At this moment, Wei Zong is like a It's just like a ferocious monster, and it can't even be seen as a human being.
"ah--"
Under the pressure of Han Luo's extremely powerful aura, and in the eyes of everyone with amazement, Wei Zong... finally stood up straight slowly!
But the next moment...
Click!
The floor under Wei Zong's feet finally couldn't withstand the force and burst into pieces. Amidst the debris, Wei Zong was pushed into the void shuttle by the breath.