"Brother Long, what should we do with these people?" Old Man Cai stared at the group of scapegoats on the ground with gritted teeth.

"Kill!" The man in white said lightly. The scapegoats who were greedy for small gains instantly looked like earth. They knelt on the ground with a thunderous look, and begged for mercy incessantly. The man in white waved his hand slightly, and the sword light flashed in vain. Countless sharp sword intents instantly swallowed everyone except the law enforcement officers. Those people didn't even have time to scream, as if they were hit by a fixed spell, their eyes were full of fear, and a tiny red spot appeared on the middle of their eyebrows. A strand of blood as big as a hair oozed out, and slowly slid down the tip of their nose!

thump……

More than fifty people fell to the ground one after another, but they were actually killed by the sharp sword intent.

The dozens of law enforcement officers couldn't help but be silent and looked at the middle-aged man in white in awe. The sword cultivator was so terrible! He killed fifty or sixty people with just one sword, and there were several cultivators with the foundation-building stage cultivation level. I believe that even if he and others were replaced, the result would be similar!

Old Man Cai was also shocked, and his eyes looked at Long Ruo with fear. He had originally been secretly unwilling to accept Long Ruo's status in the sect is higher than his. At this time, he had to accept Long Ruo's domineering and sharp sword!

"Let's go!" Long Ruo waved his hand lightly, and the giant sword retracted its sheath and shot it in the direction outside the city, as if it had just done something insignificant.

Han Yun quickly slipped back to his residence, trying to ask Dingxiang to leave Lingyue City immediately, but unexpectedly found Dingxiang's room was empty.

"Well, where have you been?" Han Yun touched his nose strangely, and waited for another half an hour but did not see Dingxiang come back.

"No more wait! Anyway, this girl has a strong cultivation level, so I don't have to worry about it at all. Maybe my memory will be restored and I will leave myself!" Han Yun was about to leave, but a touch of pink flashed in from outside the door.

"Dingxiang, where have you gone?" Han Yun hurriedly met, but found that Dingxiang's pretty face was as pale as paper, with a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, and a blood hole was broken on her shoulder. The top-grade spiritual weapon-level defense suit was completely scrapped, and the blood dyed half of her dress wet, which was similar to what she was when she met her.

"Go away..." Dingxiang staggered before he finished speaking and threw himself forward. Han Yun quickly reached out to support her and said in surprise: "What's wrong with you, the unlucky guy? You are so injured again!"

"Go away!" Dingxiang said two words reluctantly, and a mouthful of blood squirted into Han Yun's chest and fell softly into Han Yun's arms.

At this moment, several rolling clouds of light appeared in the sky. Seeing that the scene was several Jindan masters running towards the city, several powerful spiritual senses scanning back and forth.

Han Yun's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly put the lilac into the patterned gourd. At this time, a spiritual sense happened to sweep Han Yun. He stopped for a while and moved it away. Then he swept back and locked Han Yun. The spiritual sense had a faint sharp sword intent, which reminded people of the white-clothed sword cultivator unexpectedly.

Han Yun felt his hands and feet were cold, and a chill rose in his waist and eyes. He was actually locked and his whole body could not move.

He took a sudden breath and barely put his middle finger into the ancient pattern gourd, instantly pulling Han Yun in with great force. As soon as he entered the ancient pattern gourd, the feeling of being locked disappeared. Han Yun let out a long sigh, and rushed out of the ancient pattern gourd again, picked up the ancient pattern gourd that fell on the ground and ran out of the yard. He hid himself in one breath and ran out of several streets, plunging into the Yue River passing through the city. As soon as Han Yun entered the water, his sharp spiritual sense followed and swept over the river twice before moving away.

Wow! Wow... Four figures came from outside the city. The first two were the white-clothed sword cultivator Long Ruo and Old Man Cai of the Beast Control Sect, while the other two were the two red-clothed elders of Rongyang Sect, unknown and Shang Buju. Their faces were as dark as the bottom of the pot. Although this plan successfully destroyed Miaoxianfang, the sixth-grade spiritual medicine "Destroying the Roots and Shuangta Lotus" could not be recovered.

"What a domineering sword intent!" Han Yun was watching Dingxiang's wound that was constantly oozing out of blood. There were still tiny small sword intent left in the wound, constantly eroding the surrounding meridians and flesh, and the blood could not be stopped.

Only then did Han Yun fully realize the terribleness of a true sword cultivator. Even if such a wound did not die immediately at that time, he would die due to excessive blood loss for a short time. It was really terrible.

Blood kept oozing out of the wound, and Dingxiang's face slowly turned from pale to lilac. Han Yun was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Han Yun's heart moved: "Didn't Jiji cure the woman in yellow last time?"

When Han Yun thought of it, he hurriedly took Jiji out of his arms: "Jiji, find a way to save people!"

Jiji rubbed his eyes, turned his head to look at the lilac on the ground, blinked his pure eyes and shook his head suddenly, and his eyelids began to close slowly again. This little guy has been more and more in love with sleeping recently, and sometimes he slept for several days.

"Save her quickly!" Han Yun suddenly lifted Jiji's big ears and roared in its ear.

"Jiujiujiu... Jiuji..." Jiji squeaked in dissatisfaction, but when he saw Han Yun's sudden eyebrows, he had to fly above Dingliu. Two green lights shot out from his eyes and hit Dingliu's heavenly spirit, and healed with burial force.

Han Yun couldn't help but feel black and shouted, "Idiot! The wound is here, why are you doing for healing your head?"

"Jiuji... Jilu..." Jiji spitted out his pink tongue, put away his green light, and shot out two green lights and fell on the wound of Dingliu.

After a while, the wound still slowly oozed out blood.

"Jiji, can you cure your injuries?" Han Yun finally couldn't help but speak. Jiji put away his green light, blinked his pure eyes innocently, and shook his head.

Damn! This guy seems to be able to heal the damage of spiritual consciousness. Han Yun almost pulled Jiji out with one hand, picked up Dingxiang, leaned over and kissed Dingxiang's wound on his shoulder.

"Yeah! You...you..." Dingxiang, who had been unconscious, actually opened her eyes slightly. Seeing Han Yun burying his head in his chest and sucking, a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and thought about slapping Han Yun's head with a palm, but unfortunately he used no power.

"Scammer...bastard...let me go..." Dingxiang cursed weakly like a mosquito, and two bean-sized tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

Han Yun used his spiritual power and finally sucked two tiny sword intent into his mouth, wrapping the sword intent layer by layer with his spiritual power. The layers of spiritual power were quickly torn apart by the sharp sword intent.

Chichi!

As soon as Han Yun opened his mouth, two sharp sword intent shot out from his mouth and hit the inner wall of the ancient pattern gourd. Han Yun's lips were cut into two holes, and blood immediately flowed down.

Han Yun wiped his lips, then leaned over and kissed the wound on Dingxiang's shoulder, and sucked out two sword intents as if it were done.

Dingxiang's pale lips buzzed slightly twice, the murderous aura in her eyes loosened slightly, and a hint of blush appeared on her pale face. When she relaxed in one breath, she felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Finally, she couldn't help but close her eyes. There were two crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes.

Han Yun sucked out eighty-one tiny sword intent in one breath and finally sucked away the sword intent remaining on the wound of Dingliu.

Although Han Yun was very careful and used dozens of layers of spiritual power to wrap the sword intent layer by layer, his lips and tongue were cut five or six times. His lips were swollen like sausages, and his tongue was swollen. It hurts when he touched it. He had to open his mouth to breathe like a hippo.

Han Yun applied the bleeding sanitary powder to Dingxiang and fed her two blood coagulation pills. Without the damage of the sword intent, the wound on Dingxiang's shoulders slowly stopped the blood.

Han Yun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and bandaged the wound for Dingxiang. Most of the set was stained with blood.

Anyway, I have seen it once, so it doesn't matter if I look at it again. Han Yun peeled the lilac all over in a few seconds. The body like white jade, which was stained with blood, had a thrilling temptation. Han Yun gently wiped the blood on the lilac body, and the two pink agate slightly raised up. Under Han Yun's movements, he was in danger. Han Yun couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and a pain immediately came on his tongue.

"Hehe, I'm bleeding this time, so I have to get some interest back!" As he said that, he gently pinched Dingxiang's two balls of delicate thighs. The jade peak was extremely elastic. Han Yun couldn't help but touched it for two more times before changing into a set of his own clothes for Dingxiang.

Seeing Dingxiang breathing smoothly, Han Yun then felt relieved to lie on his back. In order to suck out the eighty-one sword intent, Han Yun's three spiritual seas were almost exhausted and fell asleep in a short while.

Jiji flew back into Han Yun's arms with his wings and got into bed, and fell asleep.

"Jiujiujiu...Jiujiu..."

Han Yun was awakened by Jiji's screams. When he opened his eyes, he saw Dingxiang standing in front of him expressionlessly. His lips, which seemed a little shriveled due to excessive blood loss, were pursed, and his face was woody. The pair of talking eyes were full of murderous aura, staring at him without blinking.

Jiji was stretching his head out of Han Yun's arms, staring alertly at a pair of pure eyes, and his ears were stretched straight.

Han Yun was shocked, suddenly bounced up, took a few steps back alertly, and said with his tongue wide: "Dingxiang, are you okay?"

The murderous aura in Dingxiang fluctuated for a moment, and his eyes slowly softened. He glanced at Han Yun's swollen lips and said lightly: "I'm fine!"

Han Yun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, walked up to pick up Dingxiang's hand and looked into the pulse. He found that the pulse was stable, and obviously the injury was nothing serious. He couldn't help but secretly exclaimed that this girl's recovery ability was comparable to that of her.
Chapter completed!