Fantasy: On the first day of divorce, double pupils will be rewarded

Han Ding stared at Tian Qiaoer.

The latter was thinking carefully about Han Ding's identity.

The two seem to be looking at each other, but in fact they have their own hearts.

Beast!
If these two strokes of the Tiancang Sword Sect knew the identity of the woman in front of them, would they still be so rampant? ?
Xuanyuan Daoist female Daoist 'Tianqiao'er'!
The third super beauty in the "Beauty List"!

If she was given to Huo Huo, Xuanyuan Daozong would probably start a direct war with the Tiancang Sword Sect.

"A disciple of Xuanyuan Daozong? If you want a hero to save the beauty, don't weigh yourself, whether you are a worm or a dragon!!"

After Feng Yu uttered harsh words, he began to look at Han Ding's cultivation level.

However, to his surprise, he couldn't see the depth of Han Ding!
"Could it be that there are some secret treasures on your body?"

"Or, it's the Spirit Treasure above rank five!!"

Thinking of this, Feng Yu became greedy.

His expression became ferocious and terrifying, distorted like when he was angry.

After absorbing the ninth-grade elixir, the eyes with double pupils changed again: Naxu Zangzhen.

Even people at the elder level may not be able to see Han Ding's cultivation.

A second ago, Feng Yu was still arrogant: "Among the younger generation, I, Feng Yu, are invincible!!"

Just the next second.

Han Ding raised his head slightly, and said indifferently: "You are blocking the main road of Luofeng Mountain, bullying others with your strength, this is the style of a villain!"

"I, this is an act of justice!!"

Shocked! !

Feng Yu had been prepared for a long time, and instantly turned into an attacking state. Behind him, the flying sword came out of his body, and he roared: "Let's go together, the women stay, and the men kill!!"

"The corpse is hung in the Cang Cang Sword Sect for the monks in the world to observe. I want everyone to know that if you offend Feng Yu and the Cang Cang Sword Sect, you will die without a place to die!!"

The sound fell.

The 36 black flying swords, like 36 black poisonous snakes, devoured Han Ding's position with bloodthirsty rage.

All of them had fierce expressions on their faces.

Not to mention a disciple of Xuanyuan Daozong, even if it comes to a hundred, he will be killed! !

This is the ruthless attitude of the Tiancang Sword Sect.

In the blink of an eye, 36 sword glows converged into a black snake about ten meters long.

In an instant, the sword intent soared.

36 Combined Fencing Intent [Black Snake Rage]

Although not included in the Sword Intent list, it is enough to deal with Han Ding alone!
Getting closer and closer, it exploded from the air.

500 meters!
Three hundred!
100 meters!

From the beginning to the end, Han Ding was indifferent.

Just as he raised his hand, a golden sword intent shot out, turning into a flower in an instant!

It was as bright as a golden tide, wantonly bursting with crazy aura coercion.

【Blue Lotus Sword Flower】!
Only this one flower can urge mountains and rivers!
Rumble!
The speed is extremely fast, flying from Han Ding's fingertips.

Immediately, the black snake was stirred by the green lotus sword flower and turned into a little bit of aura.

Immediately afterwards, the green lotus sword flower leaves turned into streamers.

For an instant.

Sixteen figures stood there blankly, their pupils dilated slowly, and finally shrank.

The head was pierced by Qinglian's sword intent, it was only the size of a thumb.

"what happened??"

As the No.1 outer disciple of Tiancang Sword Sect.

The sword is his arrogant capital!

But this kind of sword intent has never been seen before, so I am extremely puzzled! !
Especially the appearance of the sixteen disciples before they died, they couldn't see the trajectory of the sword intent at all.

Feng Yu's self-esteem was severely hit, and he couldn't help roaring: "Let's go together, kill him!!..."

No sound was heard.

Feng Yu's body was stiff! !
Beside him, Han Shuai, the second outer disciple of the Tiancang Sword Sect, fell to the ground! !
The head was cut neatly.

Blood gushing!

Subsequently,

The heads of the third and fourth outer disciples fell to the ground like gourds.

There are 35 people!
The appearance of death is extremely miserable! !
……

And Han Ding stood proudly, snapping his fingers, killing people like a god of death, never moving!

Under the blessing of the double-pupil eyes, the extraordinary temperament in every gesture has reached an indescribable level.

Only Tian Qiaoer and Feng Yu, who was too scared to move, were left in the whole scene.

This is Tianjiao?
There was a rare flash of shock in Tian Qiaoer's eyes.

Even if her cultivation has reached an unfathomable level.

Can can capture 34 sword intents, the last one, that is...

Sword intent kills instantly!

Only sword cultivators with extremely terrifying talents can comprehend it.

And who is he?
When she looked at Han Ding again, Tian Qiaoer had mixed feelings in her heart.

There are still such excellent disciples in the sect, why didn't they appear in her vision?

Confused, shocked, and curious, Tian Qiaoer, a cold and arrogant Taoist, kept dreaming.

In a trance, I thought of the vision that appeared in the sect a few days ago, is it him?
Shaking his head, that kind of heaven's favored son, who will surely compete with heaven and earth in the future, can be easily met.

Feng Yu's liver and gallbladder were torn apart.

"This…"

"This…"

"This is impossible! This is impossible!!"

Everything that happened in front of my eyes was too mysterious! !

It was just a face-to-face meeting, and Han Ding in front of him actually killed 35 top disciples of the outer sect of the Tiancang Sword Sect? ?

Unless you see it with your own eyes.

He has been locked at the bottom of the well all his life.

His eyes were red, and his previous pride and self-esteem were completely defeated by Han Ding's blow after blow!

"Are you the Taoist of Xuanyuan Dao Sect??"

"Impossible, I've seen them before!!"

"Or, you are not a disciple of Xuanyuan Daozong at all!!"

Feng Yu finally found a step, his body relaxed a lot, and he stepped back step by step, this kind of sword intent was too terrifying.

Enough to enter the top [-] sword qi list.

The lowest is the sword intent above the Xuan level! !
Big beads of sweat fell drop by drop.

His heart was already agitated, and he said with grief and indignation: "Senior, you are pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, bullying the small with the big!!!"

"I, I am the direct disciple of the elder of the Tiancang Sword Sect. If you kill me, you are not afraid of retaliation?!"

next second.

Feng Yu began to use the escape method.

Flying Swordsman!

however…

Han Ding just sighed: "My generation of monks competes with the power of the heavens. The sky is so big that it is a place where we wait for the heavens to roam freely, but you, a mere ant, how can you know the ambitions of the great swans!"

A ray of sword energy turned into a stream of golden light, with lightning speed!
Sword intention, keep the head!
Killing is nothing but nodding!

It's over, go take care of your clothes!
Han Ding didn't care about Feng Yu's life or death, let alone the so-called master behind him.

Now that you've done it, let's sing along!
Turn around.

At this moment, Tian Qiaoer is no longer so weak.

It was obvious that he had swallowed the panacea and was able to stand up.

Cool and elegant, beautiful and moving.

Although she couldn't see her real face, she could see through those beautiful eyes that Tian Qiaoer was really a fairy on earth and a star in the sky!

Standing here, it is like a moving picture scroll.

"thanks…"

When she said these two words, a slight ripple appeared on her glamorous and charming face.

You know, she has outstanding talent and is the best in the world!

With the strength of one person, he can resist the fifth-order monster.

If it gets out, it may cause a sensation in the entire Ziqing Sanctuary.

After just talking about these two words, Tian Qiaoer turned around and remembered Han Ding's face.

Leave a sentence: "My name is Tian Qiaoer, and I owe you a favor."

Han Ding didn't stop him, he knew that the Destiny's heroine had already been grabbed by his sleeve.

when leaving.

The fragrance is beautiful.

The corners of Han Ding's mouth turned up and he smiled lightly.

The memory that had been dusty for a long time was suddenly opened.

The taste of first love...

"Looking forward to meeting you again..."