"I cherish my talent, but you are really ignorant. If that's the case, I won't say anything more."
As soon as the words fell, the shadow disappeared.
The tall weirdos around him also began to move their hands, dragging their weapons, with cold expressions on their faces, and slowly approached Han Sanqian.
"It's up to you." Han Sanqian glanced at the sword in his hand, and in the next second, his body transformed into a cold light and ran directly towards the crowd.
Almost as soon as he walked out, the long sword transformed from the little black stick also hovered in the air and charged in the opposite direction of Han Sanqian.
One person and one sword, one shadow and one light. When still, he is like a virgin, and when he is moving, he is like a stray rabbit.
Even though the crowd around them had been prepared for a long time, they still felt a little hasty when faced with a sudden attack by one man and one sword.
The originally quite orderly army, like a legion, came with one man and one sword, and the order was immediately disrupted. Especially within a few meters of the front row, there was chaos and chaos.
Some people blocked the scene without even knowing what happened, while others were already knocked backwards by the impact, and some even lost their lives without knowing why.
Han Sanqian is like this here, but the little black sword over there is fierce.
As if controlled by ghosts and gods, it specializes in slicing people's throats. Many people don't even see the shadow, but already have pain in their necks. When they reach out and touch it, it is full of blood. They can only swallow the last one with reluctance.
tone.
The power of the human sword is unstoppable!
However, this unstoppability is not invincible in the true sense. As time goes by, the advantages of the human sea tactic clearly begin to emerge.
Especially on Han Sanqian's side, the extremely fast speed has become slower and slower as the encirclement shrinks, and once he slows down, he will have to withstand crazy attacks from all directions.
This not only consumes his physical strength, but also forces him into a desperate situation.
Looking back at the other side, although the little black stick was brave, after the raid, the gang began to learn to resist attacks without distinction, and their absolute advantage began to be slowly eaten away.
Now, the situation must be broken.
The hope of breaking this situation can only depend on Han Sanqian himself.
Thinking of this, Han Sanqian fended off the attack next to him and then gently felt his body.
"Just right."
Han Sanqian couldn't help but be excited. After waiting for more than three hours, the seal of the earth finally began to dissipate.
This also means that Han Sanqian can basically fully exert his full strength at this time.
"Today, leave here for me, and also for the sake of those innocent souls who died."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Sanqian's eyes were filled with coldness, and the energy in his body suddenly exploded from his body. His whole body suddenly felt like a lion waking up from sleep, and he roared like a tiger, pounced like a dragon, and came like a dragon.
"roar!"
…
In a lonely place, a mighty team, several miles long, was walking in it.
In the center, a large flag with the character "leaf" was held very high, and below it was a huge sedan that looked like a bed.
Inside the sedan chair, it was very luxurious. A man was lying in the center, surrounded by people who were thin and fat.
They either fed the man fruits enthusiastically, or kneaded them diligently for him. The man enjoyed it and took pleasure in it. The level of luxury was in sharp contrast to the loneliness outside.
"Commander, there's still half a day until the city is about to fall." A man came quickly at this time, followed beside the bed, and said softly.
If Han Sanqian or Su Yingxia were there, they would definitely find that this person was none other than the former head of the Fu family, Fu Tian.
And the extremely handsome man on the bed was none other than Ye Shijun, the son of the Ye family.
Since that tragic night of Fu Mei, this man slaughtered the city during the day and troubled women at night. His life was free and fast. To him, a god was nothing more than that.
Ye Shijun nodded, raised his eyes and glanced contemptuously in front of him.
Then, he smiled and looked at Futian who was following him beside the bed.
At this time, Futian's eyes were much more sinister than before, and his appearance was much younger. The most important thing was that this guy was surrounded by black energy at this time, and he looked extremely evil.
But he had already calculated that, at least compared to Ye Shijun, it was really nothing.
Now Ye Shijun, no one would doubt him if he ran away from the dead.
