Chapter 1249 Uncle Han

"What a great skill... But the breath he exudes is so cold that it makes people feel uncomfortable..."

The black shadow passed by his head, and Zhongli shuddered involuntarily. Thinking Rabbit

The breath exuded by that figure did not look like a living person at all. Instead, it was like a corpse crawling out of a dark and humid swamp, exuding a strong aura of death.

Ye Feng was also secretly surprised.

Whether it is speed or swordsmanship, only the strongest people in the Giant Sword Sect can perform to such a degree. However, the black shadow gave him a too gloomy feeling. The various sects of the human race often like to claim to be upright and decorate their facades. Such a breath is somewhat inconsistent with the style of the Giant Sword Sect.

He and Zhongli turned slightly, and behind them, at the end of the field of vision, there were three figures howling like ghosts and wolves, screaming and cursing mixed together.

King Qiuye and Xuanying were also as fast as lightning. During the pursuit, they continuously blasted out demonic powers, beating Zheng Shengheng, who was behind the palace, into a mess. However, Zheng Shengheng was indeed a good fighter. He actually persisted until now under the pursuit of the demon king, King Qiuye.

Buzz!

The void trembled.

The iron-blue sword energy swept across the eight directions. After approaching the three people, it quickly condensed into a phantom sword, and a cold sword intent flowed out from the tip of the sword.

King Qiuye and Xuanying, who were at the back, sensed the murderous intent blooming in the cold sword intent in the sword, and their faces changed at the same time, and their steps slowed down.

"It's Uncle Han... Uncle, save me!"

Sensing that the murderous intent coming from behind was weakened a little, Zhou Ruoyun almost collapsed to the ground, and cried excitedly on the spot.

"It's a master of the Giant Spirit Sword Sect. We are saved!"

Hope also ignited on Mo Gaokun's desperate face. At this moment, his face was flushed, and his movements were awkward. There was no trace of the majesty of the young master of the Blood Dragon Flag.

"There are human masters coming... This time, it's a bit troublesome."

Looking at the cold sword tip that was trembling slightly in front of his eyes, King Qiu Ye couldn't help showing a trace of disappointment in his eyes. He didn't expect that a human master would arrive so soon.

There was a cold killing intent in his heart, interweaving and spreading.

If he returned without success, not only would he miss the "Fetal Martial Veins", but he was afraid that his prestige within the demon clan would be greatly damaged.

"Senior Ye Wang, why don't you entangle the human king realm and go down to kill those human boys?"

Xuan Ying's breathing was a little heavy. After glancing at a few people, he licked his lips and said anxiously.

"Hmph... Can you kill them? In this way, you can delay some time for me, so that I can clean up those human bastards, wouldn't it be better?" King Qiu Ye snorted coldly.

"This..."

"What this and that? The opportunity is rare, so it's settled. Go!"

There was a hint of impunity in the tone of the Prisoner Wild King. After the words fell, a demonic power rose up around him. In the whistling wind, he quickly bypassed the phantom sword and rushed towards the three people like a dragon fighting a rabbit, wanting to kill them all.

Just as the Prisoner Wild King moved, a black figure in the air brought out a grayish black air. The figure was illusory twice and was already approaching the three people who were fleeing.

The iron-blue sword intent condensed above fell down, and with a sizzling sound, the Prisoner Wild King, who had a flash of doubt in his eyes, was forced to retreat a few steps.

It was not until this time that the black shadow really revealed its true form.

It was an old man in his twilight years, with disheveled hair and a skinny body. He was so skinny that his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the two gray eyes inside seemed to have not been able to move for a long time...

"Hello... Uncle Han."

Zhou Ruoyun, who had just recovered from her shock, hurriedly bowed and saluted, but the old man she looked at seemed to make her a little scared. His face was both timid and happy after escaping death.

Zheng Shengheng and Mo Gaokun on the other side were also slightly stunned after seeing the person coming, and bowed and saluted.

This Uncle Han had retired a few years ago and disappeared since then. Many people thought he had died, but he didn't expect to appear today.

"Thank you, Senior Han... for saving my life. If it was a little later, we would have died here."

However, with their status, they naturally had no right to ask the old man other things, so they could only bow their heads and thank him.

"What's going on?"

Uncle Han's gloomy eyes fell on the two demon warriors, Qiu Yewang and Xuanying.

"Uncle, you, you have to take care of us. Senior Brother Chen Yu... was... killed by a demon."

"You must have heard that our three sects joined forces to pay homage to the City Lord's Mansion. The Star City Lord accepted a madman named Ye Feng. He, it was him... who attracted the demon and killed Senior Brother Chen Yu. If you hadn't arrived in time, we... would have died..."

Zhou Ruoyun, who burst into tears, spoke incoherently. She turned her eyes and pointed at Ye Feng and the other person who stopped to watch in front of her. The anger in her heart was instantly ignited, and she said sternly: "Uncle, kill them and avenge Senior Brother Chen!"

"Senior Han, the little beast Ye Feng had killed many disciples of the Giant Sword Sect before. Even many people from my Blood Dragon Flag and Extreme Fire Fort were killed by him..."

Mo Gaokun fanned the flames at the right time, but when he saw the old man's sharp eyes, he immediately swallowed some words back.

In front of such an old monster, there is no need to say more. Talking too much will only cause trouble.

"I naturally know about the three sects' sworn brotherhood."

"Ye Feng... So he is Ye Feng, one of the few county-level geniuses in Xingguang City..."

The old man nodded his head slightly, muttered to himself a few times in his dry mouth, and ignored Ye Feng and Zhong Li. He looked at the two prisoners with a dead look.

"The demon race... are tired of staying in the doghouse, come to our human territory... and dare to kill people wantonly? Are you looking for death?"

The old man's voice was not loud, but it was indescribably gloomy, especially when his shriveled body stood on the ground, and the surrounding dozens of feet seemed to be stained with a hint of gloomy atmosphere.

The prisoner was just forced back by the old man's condensed sword intent in the void. Although he was furious at the moment, he was secretly very afraid of this old man.

Hearing the old man's scolding, he rolled his eyes and said nothing more. However, Xuan Ying, who was standing beside him, walked forward without knowing the depth of the matter, revealing sarcasm in the corner of his eyes, and mocked: "An old immortal who is buried up to his neck in the mud... Just you?"

"Hehe... The human race is just a lowly race. What can I do if my demon race kills a few people? I advise you to hand over Ye Feng quickly, and you can still live for a few days. Otherwise, not only will you have to die here, but your entire Xingguang City will be littered with corpses..."

In Xuan Ying's perception, the old man in front of him was surrounded by death, and his life span was exhausted. He would not live for too long.

What is there to be afraid of such an old immortal who is about to die?

"Hehehe..."

Han Shuzu's eyes were fixed on Xuan Ying, and he let out a creepy laugh. Even Zhou Ruoyun beside him subconsciously stepped back a few steps.

"The Goshawk lineage of Qingling Huanyan? Not bad, not bad..."

"My time is coming to an end, and I need elixirs to prolong my life, but the essence and blood of the Goshawk lineage can save me from the work of refining elixirs..."

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