Chapter 650: Immaculate Sect Leader

This middle-aged man gave Han Xu a very unique feeling. He looked very elegant and handsome. However, when Han Xu closed his eyes, he found that he could not remember his appearance in his mind at all.

Although the man was right in front of him, no one could remember his appearance. Even if he walked in the crowd, no one would notice such a person.

When Han Xu stood in the hall, the murderous aura that filled the surroundings instantly entered the body of the middle-aged man.

Then, he said, "You are here. Should I call you the descendant of the Sword Demon or the Taoist?

Han Xu!"

Han Xu swallowed his words back when they came to his lips. He never thought that his identity would be seen through so easily.

He was very sure that this person could not see through Qianmian's disguise, so how did he see through his identity?

Moreover, this is Tianqing Realm, which is the farthest away from Tianxuan Realm. Han Xu could feel in Yinxue City that the cultivators of Tianqing Realm were not very concerned about what happened in Tianxuan Realm and Tianhuang Realm.

The cultivators of Tianqing Realm seem to have a sense of superiority. They think that Tianqing Realm is the strongest realm and look down on the other two realms.

Unexpectedly, even in such a big background, someone still revealed his identity in one sentence, and this person has never met.

Seeing Han Xu's surprised look, the middle-aged man said: "There is nothing to be surprised about. The intelligence ability of Wugui Sect is the best. You just used the sword demon's swordsmanship to kill three of the five Kunlun immortals with one sword not long ago. Although this news has not spread in Tianqing Realm, it can't be hidden from me.

By the way, let me introduce myself. The leader of Wugui Sect, Leng Hui, is also Wushuang's father."

Han Xu showed an expression of as expected. Before he came here, he had also guessed Leng Hui's identity.

"Are you Han Xu?" Leng Wushuang's surprised voice sounded beside him. This was the first time Han Xu heard such a strong emotional fluctuation from Leng Wushuang.

"Do you know me?"

"Who would know you." Leng Wushuang said unhappily.

"Wushuang!" Leng Hui's slightly stern voice sounded, and Leng Wushuang immediately put away the little girl's attitude that was about to be revealed, and restored the manly expression on his usual days.

Han Xu saw this scene and didn't say much.

Although Leng Wushuang didn't say anything, she was still surprised.

In Tianqing Realm, not many people know Han Xu, but Leng Wushuang is one of the few people who know him.

Han Xu killed the three Kunlun Immortals with one sword, which has been confirmed to be caused by the sword spirit of the nameless sword, not Han Xu's own strength. In the intelligence of Wugui Sect, Han Xu's strength is recognized as the first among the younger generation in Tianxuan Realm.

Although the evaluation is very high, it is still not as good as those real masters of the older generation. For example, any one of the five Kunlun Immortals can defeat Han Xu.

However, judging from the previous fight with Han Xu, Han Xu's strength is clearly not just the level described in the intelligence.

If it is the strength described in the intelligence, Leng Wushuang is confident that even if she fights head-on, she will not be suppressed throughout the whole process, or even have no power to fight back.

Moreover, the heavy sword without a blade in Han Xu's hand had never appeared before. Leng Wushuang felt that this heavy sword was stronger than the nameless sword used in the previous battle with the Five Immortals of Kunlun.

It was less than a month since the battle, and Han Xu's strength had improved so much. Such talent was unmatched not only in the Tianxuan Realm, but also in the Tianqing Realm.

In Leng Wushuang's understanding, Ximen Wudi and Hua Wulei were the most talented people among their peers, but compared with Han Xu, they were completely different.

"I don't know why Sect Master Leng called me here?" Han Xu asked. When he thought of the position where his hand was placed on Leng Wushuang before, and that Leng Wushuang was Leng Hui's daughter, Han Xu's heart was a little nervous.

He thought: It shouldn't be a call for punishment. After all, apart from him and Leng Wushuang himself, no third party should know about what happened before, and Leng Wushuang should not say such things herself.

However, what Han Xu did not expect was that the unpleasant things in life are nine out of ten. The more you don't want something to happen, the easier it is to happen. To describe it with a word Han Xu knew in his previous life, that is Murphy's Law.

Leng Hui said, "You know Wushuang's identity, why do you say I want you to come?"

"Senior, don't you want to silence me?"

"Who says not? What's more, you still have the breath of the dirt mark on you!" As soon as the voice fell, Leng Hui released an extremely cold murderous aura, and the black hall turned gray in an instant.

"Father, what are you doing?" Leng Wushuang asked in shock.

"Of course, it is to execute the iron law of the sect. He has the dirt mark. Any disciple of the Wugui Sect must be killed when he sees him!"

"But..." Leng Wushuang didn't have time to say anything, and Leng Hui's figure disappeared out of thin air. The next moment, the space in front of Han Xu split open, and a true power came to kill. In this power, Han Xu felt boundless death, as if it could take away all life.

"This is the power of Taoism!" Han Xu said in shock, "The realm of Tongqiao."

Han Xu was surprised because he didn't expect Leng Hui to be serious. If he couldn't take this move, he would really die.

In a hurry, Han Xu took out the black iron heavy sword, and the heavy sword intent spread out, guarding the surroundings.

The sword intent of Dugu Jiujian was released, and a black light shone on the heavy black iron sword. The terrible power shook the space. Han Xu used all his strength to make a simple straight stab.

Although it was an extremely simple sword, it included all of Han Xu's understanding of the sword, which could be said to be unstoppable and invincible.

The black sword energy surged out like a tidal wave, and collided fiercely with Leng Hui's true energy.

Suddenly, a fierce gale blew around, and the wind blades hit the barrier on the surrounding walls, splashing countless fireworks.

Han Xu felt an extremely cold force directly enter his body through the heavy black iron sword. At that moment, Han Xu felt as if his soul was about to separate from his body.

At the critical moment, Han Xu could only hold on to his heart and push his sword intent to the limit. Sword energy roamed in his body one after another, fighting against the cold power of death.

In Han Xu's sea of ​​consciousness, thousands of sword energy were released at the same time, and the one fighting with it was a gray phantom of the god of death.

After a whole stick of incense, Han Xu finally opened his eyes, his face pale. Although he resolved Leng Hui's move, he consumed a lot of mental energy.

He saw that Leng Hui's face was also a little surprised. Perhaps he didn't expect Han Xu to be able to save his life with this move.

After all, he used 80% of his strength in this move. Ordinary geniuses would surely die. Even Ximen Wudi and Hua Wulei could not be unscathed. However, Han Xu consumed a little more energy and did not suffer any substantial damage.

Then, Leng Hui raised his hand again, and a space crack quickly formed in front of Han Xu.

But at this moment, a figure blocked Han Xu.

Leng Wushuang said, "Father, that's enough."