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Han Yan ignored Pang De, who was screaming in pain, and looked at the petals flying in the air in disbelief, unable to believe that they were all changed by herself.

She turned her head to look at Qin Yi, but saw that those cold eyes were filled with a faint mist and sadness.

At this moment, no matter how stupid she was, she understood that Qin Yi had passed on her merit through some special method, but why did he have to be sad? Is it because of the fairy in the long black dress?

He must love that fairy sister very much, too, a man like Brother Qin, who is handsome and kind, and attaches great importance to love and righteousness, is only worthy of him by such immortals.

It turns out that there is really a more fascinating and admirable man in this world than Qin Hou!

Qin Yi decided to pass on the Hundred Flowers Divine Power to Han Yan after careful consideration.

First, he admired this kind girl, and secondly, he was quite ashamed of the Qingcheng faction, and teaching Han Yan a magical power was also a small compensation.

Of course, he is also selfish.

The magic power of a hundred flowers is Fu Wanqing's mastery, Qin Yi knows that Fu Wanqing's hope of waking up in this life is extremely slim, and he doesn't want Wanqing's Dance of Hundred Flowers to be lost!

Han Yan danced, peach blossoms flying, beautiful as heaven!

Qin Yi couldn't help but think of that day at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, Wanqing fought Miao Qian alone, and would rather die than give in to the cold and glamorous shadow, the past was like smoke, the beauty was no more, Qin Yi touched the scene, it was a rare sourness.

Even if he owns the entire country, what if he attains immortality?

Wanqing is lonely in a coffin after all, leaving a lifetime of sadness.

At this moment, Han Yan got the exercises, just like her own cultivation, and passed them on seamlessly, how could Qin Yi not like it?

"Brother Qin, I, do I still have to compete with him?"

"I'm really scared of killing ...... Kill him. ”

Han Yan shouted helplessly at Qin Yi.

"Damn, shame on me!"

Seeing that Han Yan was still pretending, Pang De was even more furious, and when he wiped the blood on his face, he was about to go crazy again.

"Wait!"

"Big brother, I think this mother-in-law is weird, or let's go together!"

The other four people in Bishan hurriedly grabbed Pang De and solemnly persuaded him.

"Yes, Master Pang, even my father was planted in the hands of this mother-in-law, don't be careless, don't talk about any rules, the five masters should go together."

Zhang Yi frowned.

Tonight, two of his three killer skills have been broken, and if he loses this game again, he is afraid that he will not have the face to snatch the position of the alliance leader again.

Seeing that Pang De was deflated, there was a bold tongue at the bottom who followed and coaxed: "Pang Ye, that's right, you still don't go on it, the provincial head is like Zhang Tianshi, who was ridden on the head and lost his life." ”

"Master Pang, the overall situation is important, and you can't be careless."

Shen Mo also persuaded bitterly.

"Fuck your uncle's big picture."

"Your father is a waste, Lao Tzu is not."

"Open it for me, if I don't kill this woman today, I won't be surnamed Pang."

Pang De asked himself a generation of killing gods, there was no invincible opponent under the middle stage of the grandmaster, and the more noisy everyone was at this moment, the more difficult the evil breath in his heart became.

"Weapon!"

Pound shouted.

Immediately, the three disciples carried an extremely heavy nine-ring ghost head knife and threw it over, and with one arm, Pound stabbed the sword into the ground, and the hall shook suddenly.

Everyone saw that the big knife was as black as ink, exuding a cold and domineering murderous aura, and there were vaguely countless souls roaring in the knife, that is, it was a few feet apart, the pores and flowers were cold, and the neck was even more painful, knowing that it was a terrible weapon, and they couldn't help but worry about the thin little girl.

"What a domineering knife, Brother Ge, you are well-informed, why don't you tell everyone about it." Itchy asked.

"This knife is made of the best black iron in the East China Sea, and it is the weapon of Li Rusong, the beloved son of Li Chengliang, the general soldier of the border pass in the late Ming Dynasty. The Japanese invaded the island, Li Rusong went out to fight, won many victories, was brave, and almost defeated the enemy. ”

"It's just that later, in order to rescue his subordinates, the god of war underestimated the enemy, led the light cavalry to rush into the army, and finally fought bloodily to the point of one soldier and one soldier, killing countless thieves, and finally died of exhaustion."

"After Li Rusong's death, this knife was no longer missing, and it was not until nearly a hundred years ago that it reappeared in the rivers and lakes."

"Because this knife is more murderous, it will hinder the master, it is said that people who are not hard in life will suffer bad luck if they hold a knife, but they never wanted to fall into the hands of Pound, no wonder the five elders of Bishan can dominate the north and south, and no one can be it."

"Pound De's knife is going to be real, Miss Yan Yan is in danger."

Ge Xianmin was indeed well-informed, and sighed with an extremely solemn expression.

When everyone heard him say this, their hearts were even more cold.

However, whether it is Zhang Yi or Pang De, they all have the intention to put Han Yan to death, and there is no way to maneuver.

"Little slut, it was the old man who missed just now, and you got a little cheap!"

"If you kneel down now, you will be killed, and you can leave a whole corpse, or else you will be chopped into meat sauce."

Pound carried a knife on his shoulder with one arm and shouted angrily.

"I, I'm not afraid of you, you can't scare me."

Han Yan had a hundred flowers and magical powers, and seeing Qin Yi's indifferent face, she was full of confidence in her heart, but she didn't have the previous fear.

"Look for death!"

Pound moved.

The long knife flew, the black light broke through the air, and the soul sealed in the knife let out a terrible and wild roar, and for a time the hall was like a hell, the wind was blowing, and the ghost was crying wolf, so it was not terrifying.

"Unstoppable!"

Pang De's long knife in the air was round, and the power of the grandmaster condensed together, slashing towards Han Yan like Mount Tai pressing the top.

His sword technique looks far less gorgeous than Peng Lianhu's Guan knife, but it is a real method of killing, which is the same as the method of death and brave battle on the battlefield, and the strong momentum has the method of seizing people's will.

Master Yuanjue thinks that he is practicing Vajra Zen, has divine power, and is brave and fearless, but as soon as this knife comes out, it is like thousands of troops rushing forward, and he also feels that it is difficult to breathe!

"It's over, as soon as this knife is combined with the method of slaughtering people, I'm afraid that the great grandmaster also has the power to fight."

"No matter how powerful Han girl is, I'm afraid she won't be able to escape death."

Ge Xianmin shook his head and sighed bitterly.

"Master, Yan Yan, she, she won't ......"

Tang Ziping's lips trembled, and he stopped talking.

"Not necessarily, I still believe in Yanyan."

Han Yuanqiao looked at Qin Yi on the side, and saw that his face was as usual, and he didn't show any worry, so he had a bottom in his heart.

Pound's knife technique has indeed gained some true essence, that is a real murderer, and only those who have seen countless blood can experience this terrible way of tyranny.

However, Pound is not a god of war after all, and it is not difficult to break a murderous man.

Qin Yi's middle finger stood in the center of his eyebrows, and a divine thought passed over.

In the face of Pang De's fierce divine sword, Han Yan suppressed the fear in her heart, closed her eyes, and calmed down.

She knew that her mind would teach her how to do it, and that blind fear would only backfire!

Suddenly, the idea has arrived.

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