Accompanied by the old man's whisper, the sword intention left the scabbard and flew towards Xu Huahua!

The latter is fascinated.

In the face of this terrifying sword intent, no one could move his body.

The same is true for that bald brother Ma.

In front of this terrifying sword intent, everyone in the quicksand sea was pressed to kneel on the ground and could only surrender!

Han Le finally recovered.

Seeing that the sword intent was about to kill Xu Huahua.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

Divine weapon skills.

The next second, in the horrified gaze of the unkempt old man.

Han Le held the illusory, tangible sword intent of the famous sword mountain in his right hand!

...

Not far away, in the desert.

"Old man, if you walk slowly, the eldest lady will die."

A turtle climbed on the sand with difficulty.

Behind it was an old man who walked slower than him.

The old man was slow and looked quite old and powerless in the wind and sand.

Hearing the turtle's words, he felt a little moved:

"It turns out that I'm old. Nowadays, even turtles can laugh at me."

The turtle retorted: "You have never surpassed me in speed, okay? You were so slow when you were young, otherwise how could you lose that seat because you couldn't run fast?"

The old man smiled and shook his head. In the wind and sand, the old past seemed to appear in his mind again.

"People..."

As soon as his voice was raised, he was ruthlessly interrupted by the turtle: "Please stop remembering the bitterness and sweetness. I know that people like memories when they are old, but if you don't take action, the eldest lady will really die!"

The old man said annoyed: "That's my daughter, would I not care?"

The turtle said, "If you care, how could you even admit your direction? It made us much late."

"I know you want to temper your eldest lady, but Ji Shura is not an easy person. If you fail to do any of them and fail to show off, no one will give you the end of your life."

The old man was angry: "You don't believe in my secret technique?!"

The turtle continued to ruthlessly say: "If your secret technique is reliable, you would not have lost to that person back then, and you have fallen to this point."

The old man said sadly: "Oh... Speaking of what happened back then, I..."

"Enough, I beg you!" The turtle was also furious: "Don't think about it back then. I always feel inappropriate. Liu Kui has been at peace for so many years, and this is surprisingly restless."

"Wait...I-Fuck! This is the sword intent of the famous Jianshan!"

"Miss is in danger!"

The turtle was anxious, and four short legs moved hard on the sand dunes, but the speed was a bit awkward.

The old man also showed a hint of shock.

But he did not leave, but instead decided to be in place, as if he wanted to use some means.

Suddenly, he stopped.

The turtle dared not believe it, "You really don't care about the eldest lady?"

The old man thought about it:

"I forgot the secret technique."

The turtle staggered and flipped its feet straight into the sky.

"Poor lady has an unreliable father and master like you! She is about to die young!"

The turtle's limbs twitched and cried loudly: "As soon as the sword in Jianshan came out, our cute young lady was poked into pieces..."

"Huh? The young lady's vitality has not been cut off?"

"Who blocked Mingjianshan's sword intent?"

A ugly smile flashed across the old man's face.

The turtle suddenly realized: "This old man is not practicing, and he is lying to my feelings. Have you noticed something?"

"Haha, I'm too lazy to accompany you. I'm going to find the eldest lady and see who is the one who can block the sword intent of Mingjianshan?"

"Hey, there's no need to guess. It's probably only Xiao Yue. I know that he is worried about the eldest lady and will definitely go to save him in person."

The turtle said and accelerated several times faster.

One man and one turtle, walking slowly on the endless desert, seemed to never reach the other side.

...

Frostfall by the river.

The old man in the prison car had his eyes protruded!

Everyone looked at Han Le in shock.

He stood in front of Xu Huahua, opened his hand and grabbed the tyrannical sword intent!

They could even feel the anger of the sword intent.

The sword intent of Mingjianshan, which was originally moving forward, was actually blocked by a mortal?

This is something that is simply impossible!

The old man in the prison car couldn't help but rub his eyes.

But when Han Le held the sword intent's hand, he began to bleed.

Xu Huahua's heart trembled. The sword intent was only three feet away from her. If Han Le was half a beat slower, she might have been buried on the spot!

How could this person not be a essayist?

But aren’t the secret wizard the most afraid of the sword intent of Mingjianshan?

Who is he? Why is he appearing next to him so suddenly?

If everyone was not suppressed by the powerful force of the sword intent at this time, she would have asked a lot of questions.

...

The scene fell into a stalemate that ordinary people could not imagine.

The terrifying sword intent and Han Le entered a period of struggle.

In the eyes of others, Han Le was simply astonishing as heaven.

At least in the eyes of bald and other powerful people with vision, Han Le is already an unpredictable figure.

You know, that is the sword intent of Ming Jianshan!

Although it is not the sword intent itself, but a copied sword intent, it is also very terrifying.

This is the fundamental reason why Liu Kui ruled Mingjian Mountain!

The world of famous swords and mountains is respected by that sword intent!

In the whole world, there are only a handful of people who can fight against this sword intent - at least in the sea of ​​quicksands, only the little sword god Xiao Yue is qualified to say that he dares to look directly at the sword intent.

What is this young man's origin? He can actually grab the sword intent with his bare hands?

Although it looks bleeding, this is the lightest reaction.

If it were someone else, the whole body would be torn apart by the violent sword intent!

In fact, Han Le did feel very uncomfortable.

He had expected the power of this sword intent to be powerful; his hand blessed the powerful power of the Divine Soldier Art, and even faintly mobilized the original power of the Ancestral Tree Golden Sword!

Even so, he was still cut by the sword intent.

"The Divine Soldier Art has part of the power of the ancient divine weapon, and it can only barely compete with this sword intent."

"Which powerful person who created this world?"

Han Le was amazed in his heart.

The fruits of the small string world - or rather, the big trial field are indeed unfathomable.

But he felt a familiar feeling in his heart towards the sword intent.

He seemed to have seen this sword intent somewhere.

However, when he tried hard to recall, he could not recall this feeling.

After all, this sense of oppression and the violentness that are sharp are really hard to match the sword intents he remembers.

"It hurts!"

Zu Shu Jindao complained in his ear: "I usually want to be a nanny and take care of the children, but I will let me take it on at critical moments!"
To be continued...