Wei Zong collapsed at the bottom of the void shuttle. Through the large hole above, he could faintly see Han Luo's indifferent face.
"Bastard..."
The killing intent in Wei Zong's heart boiled, and the violent aura kept surging in his body. Even deep inside his body, the taboo power that represented the end slowly began to flow.
Wei Zong was like a wounded lone wolf, constantly calculating in his heart the possibility of using all his trump cards to kill Han Luo. But unfortunately, after repeated deductions, he got a depressing result: even if he
Even if he uses that forbidden power, the chance of being able to kill Han Luo will not exceed one hundred and one.
"Isn't it less than a hundred and one?"
Wei Zong smiled mockingly to himself, and the boiling murderous intention in his heart suddenly calmed down a lot.
After all, the strength gap between the two is too big. His strength has just entered the second step, while Han Luo is already a warrior at the peak of the second step. The gap between the two cannot be calculated by reason.
After all, Wei Zong was born in two lives. Although he looks like a young man on the surface now, he is not a real young man after all. He will not be as prone to passion and anger as other young people.
Once Wei Zong shows all his strength now, not to mention whether he can kill Han Luo, but it will definitely attract the attention of those old guys. In this way, Wei Zong's plan after his rebirth will be completely ruined.
Thinking of this, Wei Zong had completely calmed down.
He slowly got up. Under the pressure of Han Luo's breath, countless blood spurted out from the pores on his body and flowed all over the ground. But now as Wei Zong stood up, the blood on the ground unexpectedly flowed along Wei Zong's body.
Zong's torso slowly flowed back into Wei Zong's body.
Bang! Bang!
Wei Zong slowly stood up straight and walked towards the sky.
With his current strength, it would be too unrealistic to fight against Han Luo. We can only follow him back to Taichu Jiange first, and then think of a way.
Everyone looked at Wei Zong, who was slowly walking up as straight as a sharp sword under the suppression of Han Luo's aura, and everyone showed moved expressions.
Gu Ke'er even bit her lip, her clear eyes trembling slightly. She could feel the young man's swordsmanship and his indomitable tenacity.
Wei Zong, who was surrounded by a ferocious aura, slowly stood in front of Han Luo.
Han Luo looked at Wei Zong, his eyes slightly serious.
"This kid is a bit unusual!"
He was thinking in his mind, but he only heard Wei Zong say lightly: "I will go to Taichu Jiange with you. Just put down your pressure!"
"It's not up to you whether you want to go or not!" However, Han Luo dismissed Wei Zong's words. He lowered his head and looked directly at Wei Zong and sneered: "You have no choice at all!"
"As for whether or not to withstand the pressure...it doesn't matter what you say!"
"It depends on my mood!"
After Han Luo's words, Wei Zong's face became increasingly ugly. The aura on his body was violent for a moment, but it soon calmed down.
Wei Zong lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a long time, Wei Zong finally spoke softly.
"Elder Han, are you really going to fight us to the death?"
"A fight to the death?" As if he heard some funny joke, Han Luo said with a half-smile but not a smile: "You guys are worthy of me to fight to the death? With you, even if I stand here and don't move, you can't even think about it.
Gonna hurt me!"
However, Wei Zong suddenly raised his head at this moment, his scarlet eyes fixed on Han Luo.
"I can guarantee you will die!"
Word after word, it slowly came out of Wei Zong's mouth. For some reason, Han Luo couldn't laugh at what was originally a funny sentence. He even felt a chill, as if... this young man really
Qualified to threaten oneself.
Han Luo's smile slowly faded, and his expression turned cold again.
And the threatening feeling in Wei Zong's body also disappeared, as if everything just now was just an illusion.
"Elder Han, I think you don't want to make things worse." After withdrawing his threat, Wei Zong continued to speak softly: "Forcing us to fight you to the death is not a good thing. Even if you are extremely powerful,
, finally killed us, but even if we die, we still have to take a bite out of your body. Elder Han, with your current injuries, if you get more injured, I'm afraid your future will be...
Difficult!"
"Besides, if Elder Qian Haolong and I are killed blatantly by you here, how will people in the sword world view your Taichu Sword Pavilion in the future? The reputation of Taichu Sword Pavilion for many years will be destroyed in one day. Even if you don't care,
What about your master?"
When Wei Zong mentioned his master, Han Luo's eyes suddenly froze.
"What kind of person is my master? You, a young boy like you, can criticize me?"
"I'm just telling the truth!"
Wei Zong did not panic and said calmly: "If you really kill us here and ruin the reputation of Taichu Jiange, Qianren Sword Master will definitely be unhappy in his heart. Even if he doesn't say it verbally... But in his heart
I don’t know what I think of you!”
Wei Zong is quite clear about Li Qingfeng's character. He is cunning and cunning, and he is a standard despicable villain, but he cherishes his reputation. He is a typical bitch who wants to build a memorial arch. He occupies Taichu.
After Jiange, it took a lot of effort to calm down the criticism of his identity from the outside world.
Such a person who cherishes his reputation will definitely not be happy with actions that tarnish his reputation.
As a disciple of Li Qingfeng, Han Luo has a certain understanding of Li Qingfeng's character, which is why Wei Zong dared to say these words. Because he knew that Han Luo could not care about his injuries, but he could not and did not dare to
I don't care what my master thinks.
Sure enough, after Wei Zong finished speaking, Han Luo's expression suddenly changed. He had to admit that what Wei Zong said did make sense. If he really killed them here, he would probably really make his master unhappy.
Happy.
And the consequences of Master being unhappy...
Han Luo was trembling all over and didn't dare to think about it anymore.
He looked coldly at Wei Zong and everyone in the Qiantian Sword Sect. After being silent for a while, he slowly said, "Boy, I will spare you for now."
As he spoke, he slowly calmed down the pressure on his body, and everyone in the Qiantian Sword Sect breathed a sigh of relief. Especially Qian Haolong, who almost collapsed from exhaustion. After all, he relied on him to block most of the pressure.
came down.
"Okay, boy, come with me!"
Han Luo grabbed Wei Zong and took him into Litian Palace and then back to Taichu Sword Pavilion.
But at this moment...
"Elder Han, I still hope to stay as a disciple of our sect!"
Hearing this sound, everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a sword light approaching here at an incredible speed, and a violent and sharp breath came from afar, seeming to kill everyone.