Daqin: the List of Gods is Now in the World, and I Can't Help Being Exposed.

It's just that Han Song has been away from Chi Youtang for many years, and the masters in various strongholds are constantly changing.

I thought it would not be so unlucky, but in fact it is.

"Come on, come in."

Han Song knew that the other party appeared, and it was useless to escape by himself.

Moreover, he would not abandon Wang Xuan and escape alone.

When entering the yard, the gate was completely closed.

Wang Xuanzheng was standing there with a sword in his hand, and the Canglong Spear on his back. The disciples of Wanjian Villa formed a circle, each of them released a piercing murderous intent.

"Deacon Han, this disciple of yours is a bit ignorant of the rules. I'll ask my subordinates to educate you first."

The ghostly voice inside came again, but there was no one there.

It's just that when his voice fell, the originally dark room was suddenly lit up with countless lights, brightly lit.

The disciples of Wanjian Villa approached Emperor Xuan's position step by step, the sharp blades in their hands gleamed coldly under the moonlight.

Han Song was about to help, but Situ Ya grabbed his wrist and shook his head slightly: "Don't do it, if you do it, you will enrage Jian Twelve, and neither you nor he will be able to get out of here alive."

"Is the eunuch the one with the strange look inside? Why don't you even dare to show your head? Come out and let me see how ugly I am, so I'm so inferior that I don't dare to see people?"

Wang Xuan shouted loudly.

He didn't care who the other party was, anyway, Luo Xiao said that there is only one person in the entire Chi Youtang who can perform domineering swordsmanship.

The most powerful person in Chi Youtang is definitely not the master of this small stronghold.

So Wang Xuan is very confident.

Moreover, he has saved 10 points of rage and has not added it. After adding points, his force will immediately rise to a new level. This is his confidence.

"Anger +399."

The anger value fluctuated for a while, and Wang Xuan knew that it must have been provided to him by the pretending guy in the house, and it exploded.

A casual sentence is so high, so Wang Xuan was a little surprised, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "If you have the guts to fight, believe it or not, I will slap you on the wall with my slap, and you won't even be able to get it off? "

Wang Xuan put his hands on his hips, full of momentum.

When you meet someone with such a mentality that is easy to burst, of course you can't miss the opportunity to gain experience.

Situ Ya couldn't help but sighed. She originally thought that this kid would hate herself ruthlessly, but she didn't expect that he was a fearless character who dared to hate anyone, which actually made her feel better.

After all, he is not an ordinary person who dares to fight even Sword Twelve.

Of course, there was more pity in her eyes, and if she angered that person, she would only die miserably.

"Wang Xuan, stop talking, shut up!"

Han Song shouted loudly.

It would be of no benefit to the two of them to provoke each other.

Of course Wang Xuan would not stop there.

He took out a small round ball from his sleeve and threw it directly into the room inside.

"Hoohoo!"

The small ball hit the window, exploded with a bang, and then turned into countless flames, and a raging fire ignited on the window.

A figure rushed out from the flames. It was a man wearing a half mask, with two strands of hair on either side of his cheeks.

Only the strand on the left was burned in half.

"Anger +699."

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Chapter 168 Can You Be Cheaper?

Han Song was very speechless, Wang Xuan was going further and further on the road to death.

He didn't know where Wang Xuan came up with such a strange method, he threw a ball casually, and the house caught fire.

But what's the use?Just burning a hair of someone's hair didn't affect Jian Twelve's combat power at all, but blocked all his escape routes.

One can think about it, today the two of them may not be able to get out of Wanjian Villa alive.

Han Song was not a person who would abandon his friends and run away on his own, otherwise he would not have come to rescue Luo Xiao with Wang Xuan.

But he felt that it was not worth it to die like this.

Jian Twelve, who was wearing a mask, had a gloomy face, and the disciples of Wanjian Villa next to him took the initiative to get out of the way.

He looked at Wang Xuan with cold eyes.

"Boy, you have successfully angered me. I will crush your bones one by one, smash your teeth one by one, and then chop you up and feed them to the dogs."

"Wang Xuan retreated behind me, I will block him."

Han Song said.

He knew that with his own strength, if he tried his best to stop him, Wang Xuan might have a chance to escape.

In this case, there is no hope for the two of them to escape together, and he is the only one present who has the strength to block Jian Twelve. Rather than two people dying, it is better to escape one.

"Need not."

Wang Xuan directly rejected Han Song's proposal.

He was very grateful to Han Song for standing up at this time, but since he killed Wanjian Villa, he had enough confidence and didn't need other people's protection.

Wang Xuan looked Jian Twelve up and down, and said: "I'm really sorry, I accidentally set your house on fire and burned your hair, don't worry, in order to express my apology to you, I can help you burn the other half The hair is also burned so that it looks symmetrical."

"Anger +399."

The opponent's heart was obviously bursting.

I obviously apologized to him sincerely, why is he still angry with himself, why is he so small-minded, can't he be more generous?

Why can't every sentence of sorry be followed by a sentence of impoliteness!

"Boy, your current glibness will only bring you more pain."

The killing intent on Jian Twelve is constantly accumulating.

Wang Xuan chuckled and said, "Why can't people be honest with each other? If possible, I would like to take off your mask and take a look. It may be ugly, but I will never vomit, I can guarantee .”

"Anger +499."

Jian Twelve couldn't help but hold the hilt.

This kid has such a mean mouth, he just wants to split him in half now.

The surrounding disciples of Wanjian Villa were also very angry, they dared to mock their respected leader, they were looking for death.

The anger kept coming.

Han Song couldn't help shaking his head.

Even if the two sides are enemies, there is no need to come up and just fight.

Why, blowing up his mentality, can it still improve your strength?

Situ Ya was also shaking his head.

With such a big life, I have never seen someone with such a cheap mouth, who is so smug, and when he dies, he has no fear at all, which is barely courageous.

The murderous intent on the disciples of Wanjian Villa is getting stronger and stronger.

They approached Wang Xuan step by step.

"Chop him into meat paste for me!"

In the end, Jian Twelve didn't make a move himself.

To be the boss, of course he has to be tough, what he has to deal with is Han Song, not Emperor Xuan.

"Wang Xuan is careful! They are proficient in sword arrays and can superimpose each other's combat power."

Han Song shouted loudly.

At the same time, he fixed his eyes on Jian Twelve.

As long as Jian Twelve makes a move, he will make a move.

"Master, don't worry, I don't pay attention to these little bastards."

Wang Xuan said loudly.

"Anger +200."

"Anger +200."

"Anger +220."

...

Another wave of anger surged wildly.

"Look at the sword!"

The skirt of Wang Xuan's body fluttered, and a powerful aura surged out of his body.

His figure that was originally standing there suddenly became illusory.

The next moment, he had already appeared in front of the enemy, and the sword in his hand hummed and roared out.

"Buzz!"

The sound of howling sword energy reverberated in the courtyard, and in an instant, the countless weapons that had rushed up were instantly blocked.

The sparks stirred up by the sword flickered in the night.

The Wang Xuan sword swung out, chopping, slashing, collapsing, thrusting, slashing, washing, cutting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging in the sky...

Sword lights weave a gorgeous sword net, like dense mist under a waterfall.

The whistling sound of sharp sword qi continued to sound, and the sound of sword collisions came and went one after another.

Like a flash of lightning, the blade of the sword slashed across the enemy's neck, and seven or eight heads flew up at the same time.