Chapter 824: Bonds (II)

Chapter 824: Bonds (II)

After several days of fleeing, Han Jian and others lost their former demeanor. ＂

Facing the oppression of death all the time, Han Jian also showed a little tiredness in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't dare to relax at all.

As the proud son of the Sword God Sect, when did the five of them receive such treatment.

A large amount of true qi was consumed, and Han Jian and the others' faces were also extremely pale, especially Han Jian, a little scarlet liquid gushed out from the eye-catching sword mark on his chest.

The pain from the sword mark was like a heart-rending feeling, Han Jian's eyebrows frowned slightly, suppressed the injury with his true qi, and looked at the back quite solemnly, if this continued, he and the others would be caught up by the Scorching Sun Sect sooner or later.

"It's only less than three percent of true qi, and you don't even have the strength to resist!" Han Jian whispered, his eyes turned slightly, and fell on Feng Ge and the others beside him, with a trace of guilt in his eyes.

Han Jian knew that if it weren't for worrying about his injury, Feng Ge and the others would not have been able to do so fast, and they would have dragged everyone back.

"If this continues, all five of us will fall here!" Han Jian's eyes changed slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief slightly: "With this, it is better to create a glimmer of life!"

"It's better for five people to die than one to die!" The tired look in Han Jian's eyes disappeared, replaced by incomparably firmness.

"Then it's up to me to create a glimmer of life!" A general trend rose up on Han Jian's body, Han Jian's figure stopped in vain, turned around without any hesitation, and stood quietly in the wind and snow.

The figure jumped out of hundreds of meters, and Feng Ge and the others realized that Han Jian had not followed, so they stopped their figures, turned to look at the figure behind them, and shouted: "Senior Brother Han Jian!"

"Leave it to me here, you go first!" The flying snowflakes drowned out Han Jian's voice, but the roaring wind could not hide Han Jian's voice.

A plain sentence is enough to reveal the absoluteness of the Korean world, although there are tens of millions of people, I am alone enough.

Hearing this, Feng Ge and the others were shocked, and with their wisdom, how could they not guess Han Jian's intentions.

There was silence, and the four of them fell into silence, and no one moved, just stood quietly in place and never left.

"Hurry up!" Han Jian continued to snort coldly, his face was still firm, and the general trend on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, Feng Ge and the others all had a feeling of being stunned, and in the face of Han Jian, they had a feeling of facing their master.

The icy liquid swirled in the corners of Feng Ge's eyes, and finally dripped down, Feng Ge took a deep breath and sighed lightly: "Let's go!"

There was no hesitation in this walk, and the four of them turned around one after another, no longer looking at Han Jian nostalgically.

Jumping out of the dozens of feet, Feng Ge whispered: "The four of us are gathered together, the goal is too big, one of us must rush to Zongbi's place, therefore, let's go to Zongbi's place separately, so that we can separate and distract the attention of the Scorching Sun Sect!"

Saying this, Feng Ge still glanced behind without a trace, although it was dozens of zhang away, Feng Ge seemed to be able to see that tall figure.

The other three also glanced at the back, without any words, Lu pressure, depression, and the three of them immediately flew in different directions, seeing this, Feng Ge breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and jumped forward again for dozens of zhang.

However, after jumping out of the dozens of zhang, Feng Ge's figure stopped again, just like the previous Han Jian, Feng Ge stood in the wind and snow with his sword in his hand, looking ahead with absolute expression in his eyes.

"When I worshiped Xiyue Peak, the master said, never give up, never abandon any fellow disciple brother, and never abandon the love of the same sect!" Feng Ge provoked a smile on the corner of his mouth that was enough to overshadow Xuehua: "Master, if I don't return to Xiyue Peak, then I can only blame you, master, blame you for passing on such a belief to me, but I am also my insistence, never give up, my way!"

Under the wind and snow, Feng Ge's peerless face was also covered by the wind and snow, but the absolute momentum on Feng Ge's body could not be covered by the wind and snow.

Sword God Peak Depression has always been a taciturn person, just like his name, although he has come all the way, he is depressed and rarely speaks, but not speaking does not mean that he has no words, it is just that he likes to listen to his senior brothers.

Quiet listening, quiet laughing, like the flying snowflakes, always so quiet. Holding the sword, he jumped out of dozens of zhang, stopped his body in depression, stood quietly in the wind and snow, and muttered softly: "Although the dead master made a lot of mistakes, at least he taught me a truth, protect what you value, hehe, I value Sword God Peak, I value Sword God Gate, and I also value these companions who accompany me to kill the enemy in blood!"

"So, I'm staying!" depressed closed his eyes, the momentum on his body swelled, he was waiting, waiting for a big battle for a while.

Lu Press, for people who meet him for the first time, will think of one word: elegance.

The figure was floating in the wind and snow like the wind, and Lu Jian stood on the mountain rock with his sword, and did not leave, and a general trend surged in his body.

"The dead master said, don't abandon your companions, because the people who abandon their companions are not even as good as garbage, and giving up their companions means giving up their lives!" Lu Jian whispered: "So, I've been insisting, I'm sorry Senior Brother Hanjian!"

"Because I'm Xingchen Peak Lu Pressure!" Lu Pressure whispered, and the temperament on his body seemed to change, no longer the previous elegance, but the sharp edge of a sword.

The three soaring momentum stirred the wind and snow in the void, and Liuye also stopped his figure, stood in place, holding his sword, turned around, calmly looked at the way he came, and muttered softly: "I obviously said that I would flee separately, but I was left alone!"

"If I leave safely like this, wouldn't my master beat me to death!" Liuye chuckled, his eyes were always so indifferent, not afraid of the so-called life and death.

"When I entered the Sword God Gate, the master said that you have a bond with the Sword God Gate in this life, the kind of bond that keeps slashing!" Liu Ye chuckled: "So, with the fetters, how can I leave alone!"

"What do you say, old man!" Liuye chuckled, and gently held the sword weapon, the divine sword was psychic, and the sword weapon vibrated slightly, making a sword groan, and at the same time, a great momentum rose up on Liuye's body.

In four directions, four general trends rose up, seeing this, Lu Pressure, Depression, Liuye, Feng Ge and others all smiled bitterly, these people wasted their thoughts in vain.

In the wind and snow, Han Jian was running exercises, and the aura of heaven and earth was crazy gathered between Korea and Korea, and with this short period of exercises, Han Jian recovered a lot of true qi.

Suddenly, Han Jian raised his head suddenly, and even his breathing was no longer as smooth as before.

Dozens of terrifying breaths swept in, and dozens of breaths converged together, like a big mountain, and fell directly on Han Jian's body.

Bang bang! Han Jian retreated a few steps, looking at the dozens of figures that appeared with a pale face, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man who was the leader, fierce.

The coercion of the Lingwu Realm martial artist spread, and the aura of fierce desire tightly locked Han Jian, and this breath of the Lingwu Realm alone made Han Jian feel powerless for a while.

"It's not bad to be left alone!" Fierce Desire sneered, and its strange flames burst out in his hand, and it was a sword weapon.

"Kill!" Fierce desire drank lightly, and for a while, dozens of brilliant sword lights shot out, and the sword lights converged together, directly enveloping Han Jian's figure.

Without any way out, Han Jian slashed out with a sword, and his sword intent exploded.

The sword intent destroyed several sword lights, but more sword lights slashed across Han Jian's body, and in just an instant, blood splattered wildly, and Han Jian's whole body was covered with sword marks.

"Good sword intent!" Fierce Desire Sword raised his eyebrows slightly, looking into the distance, where four breaths shot out, "Do you want to die together?"

The Fierce Desire Long Sword was raised, and a brilliant sword light shot out, piercing through the space and locking in front of Han Jian in vain.

In front of this sword, Han Jian felt a burst of powerlessness, and this sword was enough to kill him.

"Is it the only way to go? I don't even have the strength to resist, but at least I have delayed the time!" In the face of life and death, Han Jian was not afraid at all, and even a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth

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