God level swordsman

Chapter 290 Mantis
"Are you talking to me? Trash." Zhong Fei said every word, especially the word trash.

This is a sentence that he didn't even think about before, but now he said it so easily.

Zhong Fei seemed to have seen Xie Han's distorted face due to anger, as if he heard Xie Han's roar.

The corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raised, revealing a mouthful of yellowish teeth.

Xie Han was stunned for a moment, slightly astonished, then shook his head and smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhong Fei faintly felt that something was wrong, but more importantly, he felt very uncomfortable.

Why?
Why do you Xiehan laugh? What qualifications do you have to laugh?

In the past, you were the heir of the Baigumen, and you could look down on all the disciples.

But now?You are nothing more than a waste that was destroyed by Zhao Tai, the Southern Swordsman.

You are a waste, you are laughing at your mother.

"A very interesting thing." Xiehan raised his eyelids and said lightly: "It seems that as long as you give a chance, anyone's ambition can be magnified to the point where people find it funny."

"Do you think you're still Xiehan? You're just a homeless dog." Zhong Fei roared angrily.

Xiehan snorted and took a step forward.

Such a short distance, for a person who was once the most physically amazing young generation of Baigumen, what he can give Zhong Fei will be a nightmare.

There are no fluctuations in the stellar qi, no frightening aura, and some are just as plain as water.

Xiehan's fist hit Zhong Fei's chest.

His chest collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was then pierced by a fist.

Blood and water filled the air, followed by the sound of bone shattering.

Zhong Fei's body twitched for a while, like a chick caught in the claws of a goshawk, his waist bent, his eyes full of horror.

"how is this possible."

"It seems like trash likes to ask such a non-nutritious question."

Xiehan shook calmly, and with a slight force on his palm, he squeezed his beating heart into a pool of blood mist.

His cultivation base was abolished, but it didn't mean that his physique became normal.

It's that simple.

In close combat, how could these useless disciples stop him?
The evil cold came one step ahead of them, but they had no choice but to hide it temporarily, the purpose was to watch them fight with snipe and clam, so as to benefit from it.

With his current strength, the possibility of successfully attacking a three-flowered martial artist is relatively low. If he deals with four at the same time, he will only be humiliated.

The reason why Zhong Fei was able to kill Zhong Fei so smoothly was because Zhong Fei wanted to humiliate Xie Han so much that he got carried away and forgot that he himself was also injured.

It can be said that everything is in Xie Han's calculations.

He knew very well that the four of them would definitely fight because of their interests.

This way of doing things is just some basic operations for demonic disciples.

"Okay, I've cleared all the eyesores. Yan Yuanqing's inheritance belongs to me. No one would have guessed that I can rise again. I don't know what kind of surprised expressions those idiots of the Baigumen will have when they see it. , it’s exciting just thinking about it.”

Xiehan turned her head coolly, staring quietly at the corpse in front of her.

Even if the bones of the martial arts master were placed there without any obstruction, ordinary mountain spirits and beasts would not dare to step forward.

If you want to get close to Yan Yuanqing's bones, you have to do a lot of hands and feet.

It's a pity that Xiehan's cultivation base has been abolished now, and he can't use his internal strength, so he can only rely on his rather tyrannical physique to take it by force.

He took a deep breath, and slowly raised his hand to reach forward.

In the distance, Zhao Tai tried to take action several times but endured it.

He didn't expect the evil cold to appear, and he killed Zhong Fei to death.

Originally, the moment Xiehan killed Zhong Fei, he wanted to make a move.

But still forcibly held back.

A martial arts master cannot be desecrated even after his death.

Zhao Tai also dug the graves of several martial arts masters in his previous life, and he knew this characteristic very well.

Therefore, even if the current mental power has been a little excessively exhausted, he still wants Xie Han to dampen Yan Yuanqing's "spirit" first.

In this way, it is a good plan that kills three birds with one stone.

One is to solve the evil cold, the other is to send Jia Qiao to heaven, and the last is to obtain Yan Yuanqing's inheritance at the lowest cost.

Controlling Jia Qiao with the method of sound transmission and soul searching is a huge burden on Zhao Tai's spirit.

Forcibly controlling it until now, his face has become extremely pale, and blood is overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Quicker." Zhao Tai focused on Xiehan's back without blinking his eyes.

Xie Han, who had just stretched out his hand, changed his expression, and looked back suspiciously.

He always felt like he was being watched.

Although Xiehan's cultivation base is abolished now, the instinct of human instinct is still there.

It's a pity that he couldn't sense any breath, except for the howling mountain wind from time to time, he couldn't hear other movements.

There was deathly silence in the forest. Under the pressure of the martial arts master, the birds and beasts in the insect forest hid and did not dare to show their heads.

Xiehan gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and forcibly hugged Yan Yuanqing's corpse in his arms.

Painful roars suddenly echoed in the forest.

Xiehan directly used his body to fight against the natural aura emanating from a martial arts master. He felt the flesh and blood melting, and the intense pain made people go crazy.

But he didn't back down, he persisted.

This is his only chance to rise again.

Therefore, it cannot be returned.

Xiehan's eyes were full of determination, as motionless as a stone sculpture.

Just when he felt that his consciousness was a little loose, the bones in his arms, which were like thousands of sharp swords, suddenly restrained their momentum, and emitted soft halos.

Yan Yuanqing's "goodwill" made Xie Han a little stunned, but he quickly reacted and a smile appeared on his face.

He knew that it was Yan Yuanqing who sensed the aura of his younger generation, so he suddenly had such a miraculous reaction.

"call."

Xiehan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was indeed a man of great luck, and he was about to be unable to hold on, but he never expected that all hardships would be rewarded with happiness, and a dead tree would come alive with spring.

From this point of view, the bone demon Yan Yuanqing recognized him, that is to say, he succeeded.

Yan Yuanqing's inheritance is his.

Xiehan is coming back.

He couldn't help but burst into ecstasy, almost wanting to hug the corpse and kiss him madly.

And at this moment, Zhao Tai in the dark finally made a move.

With a thought in his mind, Jia Qiao's right hand, which had already been filled up, released his bow, and the bone arrow stained with Wu Sheng's blood flew out of the bow, as fast as thunder.

There was a scream in the air.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building, and the domineering momentum is extremely terrifying.

Xiehan's pupils suddenly dilated, and he subconsciously pushed the corpse in his arms to his face.

For a moment, Yan Yuanqing's bones once again exuded the aura of a martial arts master. The jade-like skeleton was as clear as the bottom of a lake, with no trace of impurities visible.

whoosh whoosh,
The indomitable bone arrow arrived in the blink of an eye.

The strongest confrontation is about to start.

(End of this chapter)