Han Xiao's eyes swept across the fifteen sword cultivators in the sky and underground, and couldn't help but smile a little desolate. These sword cultivators were all extraordinary in power and had a sharp aura on their bodies. They were the elite sword cultivators of the family!
Even though he was not their opponent in his heyday, not to mention that he is now consuming severely, with less than 20% of his true energy in his body. If he wants to die, he will die. Thinking that his mother's revenge has not yet been avenged, a strong feeling in his heart
Unwillingness.
"Do it!"
These sword cultivators were decisive in killing and received Han Feng's order. They raised their swords one by one and attacked Han Xiao together.
Han Feng sneered and looked at all this, the sword energy in the sky was about to swallow Han Xiao, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Douzi Sword Formation!"
Suddenly, a cluster of dazzling sword lights exploded.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
Countless sword lights sprayed around, and the sword cultivators who were attacking Han Xiao changed their faces. The long sword in their hands quickly pierced out, and the sword energy that hit the flying, but their bodies couldn't help but retreat.
Seeing this, Han Feng's eyes turned cold. Han Xiao actually forced fifteen sword cultivators to retreat with one sword, which further strengthened his determination to kill him. "Kill him!"
The sword formation with the word "Fight" was released. The true energy thief in Han Xiao's body was knocked to the ground. If his whole body was not supported by the long sword in his hand, he had already fallen to the ground. He smiled miserably, "Come on, even if I die,
I won't let the Han family go!"
One of the sword cultivators turned cold, his wrists shook, and the cold light flashed, and he headed straight to Han Xiao's eyebrows. It was no longer worth all of them to deal with such a person who was powerless, and killing him alone was enough.
"Zheng!"
Just as his sword approached Han Xiao's eyebrows, a stream of light flew over and knocked the sword away. The next moment, a young man in green appeared beside Han Xiao.
"I can't stand it anymore when so many people deal with someone who is weaker than your cultivation!"
Han Xiao, who closed his eyes and waited for death, opened his eyes in surprise and found that there was a handsome young man smiling around him. A hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and then said, "Thank you, this friend, for helping you, you should go, they
It's from the Han family!"
Shu Jun was a little surprised, and then there was a sense of admiration for Han Xiao in his eyes. Most people would never let him leave in this situation, but would instead treat him as a life-saving straw.
"Don't worry, since I'm out, I will save you!" Shu Jun said with a smile.
Han Xiao glanced at Shu Jun deeply, then sat cross-legged on the ground, took out two top-grade spirit stones to absorb the spiritual energy from it to restore true energy.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Cheng Yaojin came out halfway, and Han Feng looked at Shu Jun with a bad look.
"When I see unfairness on the road, I draw my sword to help me. My name is Li Daye!" Shu Jun said with a smile.
"Li Daye?" Han Feng frowned, feeling that the other party's name was a bit strange.
"But I am your uncle!" Shu Jun laughed.
"You dare to take advantage of me! You are looking for death!" Han Feng instantly understood that he had been teased by Shu Jun, and a hint of anger flashed across his face.
"Good grandson, don't be angry, being angry hurts your lungs!" Shu Jun still laughed.
"Bastard! Come on and kill him!" Han Feng was furious.
Fifteen sword cultivators were all masters above the eighth level of the mythical Golden Pill. Han Feng ordered the order and fifteen people took action at the same time. Fifteen swords turned into fifteen strong sword lights and came straight towards Shu Jun.
"brush!"
A five-colored divine light suddenly appeared, drew an arc, and swept over fifteen sword lights.
“Yeah, Yeah…!”
A series of muffled groans came, and fifteen sword cultivators took a few steps back and stared at Shu Jun with pale faces.
With the five-colored divine lights brushed, all fifteen people found that the spiritual marks in the sword were dissipated one after another, causing their mental damage to the mind.
Putting away the five-colored divine light, Shu Jun smiled again, "You are not my opponent, hurry up, otherwise you will get angry, and none of you will leave!"
Shu Jun was also very troubled when facing these sword cultivators. Without the five-colored divine light, it would be difficult to fight with them alone. After all, the strength of the sword cultivator is not enough.
He was able to use the five-colored divine light to brush away the spirituality in their swords. It was because they were not prepared for surprise, and once they were prepared, it was not so easy to brush.
"Young Master, the spiritual marks in our swords have disappeared. This person is strange!" A sword cultivator said with an ugly expression.
"Who is yours? Now that you leave, my Han family can not pursue it, otherwise I won't blame you for being polite!" Han Feng stared at Shu Jun in surprise, and it was obviously just the eighth level of the mythical golden elixir, but it was destroyed in an instant.
The marks in his fifteen subordinates' swords.
Since the sword cultivator is called the sword cultivator, their swords are naturally the most important. Now that the marks in the sword are destroyed, their strength will naturally be greatly reduced. Therefore, Han Feng is quite taboo about Shu Jun's strange methods.
"I just said that I am your uncle just now, why did I forget it all at once?" Shu Jun laughed.
"……you……!"
Han Feng stared at Shu Jun coldly, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and finally he snorted coldly, "Let's go!"
"yes!"
After the group left, Shu Jun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Han Feng was a powerful man of the natal Yuanying. If he really fought, although Shu Jun had five-colored divine light, he might not be his opponent. It would be better for him to retreat just now.
"Thank you for helping me for helping me, Han Xiao!" Han Xiao didn't expect Han Feng to retreat, and the eyes of Shu Jun were more surprised.
"My name is Shu Jun! Are you okay?" Shu Jun asked.
"It's okay! It's just that the consumption of true energy is a bit serious." Han Xiao shook his head.
"Well, that person seemed to be your elder brother just now? Why did he chase you?" Shu Jun asked tentatively.
A complex look flashed in Han Xiao's eyes, and there was no answer.
"Haha, I just asked casually. It doesn't matter if I don't want to say it. By the way, I should leave, there will be a time later!" A sword light appeared under Shu Jun's feet and soared into the sky.
Looking at the sky where Shu Jun left, a trace of surprise flashed in Han Xiao's eyes, feeling that this person was falling, coming and going quickly.
Flying in the sky, Shu Jun smiled a little more, and he saved Han Xiao with a little purpose. If he wanted to open a sect, he would definitely need to recruit a group of subordinates. Han Xiao has good potential and is a sword cultivator. He can conquer him the most.
OK, but now it is not the time to propose this, otherwise he will become a person who can repay kindness.
Three days have passed in the blink of an eye, and there are still twelve days to reach the Chaos Realm.
"Boom boom boom!"
"not good!"
Shu Jun's face changed, and a set of armor quickly appeared on him.
"Pengu"
Three thick fist force fell on his chest and vest respectively.
"Click!"
The purple spirit battle helmet shattered in less than a second, and three powerful forces crashed into his body, causing the internal organs to roll.
"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish!"
After barely stabilizing his body, he saw forty figures appearing around him.
Shu Jun's eyes chilled, and then he showed a hint of sneer, "Grandson, you really look down on your grandfather. You actually brought so many people to ambush your grandfather!"
"presumptuous!"
A loud shout came from the mouth of an old man beside Han Feng. The old man was wearing a gray robe, with gray hair, and his two sword eyebrows soared into the sky, showing his domineering and majestic aura.
"Boy, you dare to go against our Han family. Today is your death!" Han Feng stared at Shu Jun coldly, and a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Grandson, I want your grandfather to die! It depends on whether you have the ability!" Shu Jun laughed on the surface, but was extremely solemn in his heart. This old man was at least a master of the Nascent Soul level, and there were dozens of people around him who were not as good as his cultivation level.
It is not easy for a master of mythology, Jindan, to get out of trouble.
"Young man, don't take advantage of the verbal advantage, let me meet you!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the encirclement suddenly expanded. The old man walked in the air, and the momentum burst out, causing the surrounding air to be frozen.
"The old man is so old, why should he be so angry? I think you should go back and rest, otherwise it would be bad if you break your hands and feet!"
"Young man took me a punch!"
Because he knew that Shu Jun had the five-colored divine light that could brush magic weapons, the old man did not take out his sword and shot a thick fist force in the air.
"Break it for me!"
The other party did not use magic weapons, so Shu Jun certainly had no scruples. The top-grade flying sword shot out and suddenly burst out clusters of snow-white light.
A trace of disdain flashed in the old man's eyes, and he stepped on a magical step, punching faster than the other.
"bump!"
Shu Jun's body shook slightly and he quickly recalled the flying sword. The gap between him and the old man was too big. Even if there was a flying sword, he would not be his opponent.
"Your five-colored divine light is used to let me see it!" the old man sneered.
"Okay, since you want to see it! I'll show it to you!"
Shu Jun waved his hand and shouted loudly, "Five-colored divine light!"
The old man was cautious.
But he knew that Shu Jun did not emit five-colored divine light at all, but instead turned into a lightning bolt and ran towards one direction.
"Stop him!"
Han Feng shouted quickly.
Two middle-aged men came up and punched each other.
"court death!"
A trace of murderous intent flashed in Shu Jun's eyes, and two five-colored divine lights flew out.
The five-colored divine light was as fast as lightning. The two of them were just masters of the mythological golden elixir and could not dodge them at all. They were screamed from the five-colored divine light brush and fell straight down from the sky.
"Swoosh!"
Shu Jun's figure turned into a thin line and rushed out.
"Sister, where can I escape!"
The old man shouted angrily and flew to chase after him. Shu Jun suddenly turned around, "Old thing, I will remember this account for you today. I will settle my doubts with you!"
"Swoosh!"
Shu Jun's speed suddenly increased tenfold, and in the blink of an eye it dissipated in the sky.
The old man stared at Shu Jun's escape in amazement, but he couldn't figure out how fast a cultivator at the eighth level of the mythical Golden Pill was almost as fast as a strong man whose soul left his body.
A quarter of an hour later, Shu Jun's figure fell into a valley and patted his chest with lingering fear, "Oh my god, that old thing is too strong, I'm afraid even the five-colored divine light can't see him!"
Although the five-colored divine light is powerful, it needs to be used accordingly. Once the five-colored divine light cannot catch up with the enemy's speed, it will be in vain. This is also the reason why he escapes.