Above the hilt of the giant sword, a pair of cloth shoes stood lightly. Han Zheng, wearing a golden robe, held his hands behind him, and his face was cold and as if it was a sharp sword.

"puff……"

Yuan Xiao spit out a mouthful of blood without warning, and Yan Ning quickly helped him up: "White Hair, what's wrong with you?"

"This guy broke my great spell and I was backfired." Yuan Xiao said weakly.

Yan Ning thought to himself that Ye Wuya, whom he and Yuan Xiao finally caught, was destroyed by Han Zheng's sword!

Ye Wuya is Yan Ning's only clue to the Rebirth Tower at present. If he dies, he will be clueless in finding Zhuang Xiaoya!

"Maoshan Yanning, Laoshan Yuanxiao?" Han Zheng asked out loud.

Yan Ning raised his head and saw Han Zheng's true face in the smoke and dust. He couldn't help but be slightly surprised, because Han Zheng was obviously a master among experts, but he was only one meter four...

"Dwarf?" Yan Ning couldn't help asking.

A hint of anger flashed across Han Zheng's cold face: "What's wrong with the dwarf? Are you discriminating against disabled people?"

Yan Ning hurriedly said: "No, no, no, as a good teenager in the new society, how could I discriminate against disabled people..."

The dwarf is indeed a pain point for Han Zheng. He is obviously over 100 years old, but he is only a pitiful 1.4 meters tall. He has tried countless methods but has not been able to make himself taller. This may be life...

Because of this, Han Zheng hates others' height the most and hates others calling him dwarf the most.

After taking a breath, Han Zheng adjusted his emotions: "I am on the order of the Holy Lord to capture them back to the Rebirth Tower!"

Yan Ning said, "Who are you? Just catch me if you say you are arrested? Let your Holy Director Zixuan come to talk to me!"

Han Zheng said angrily: "You don't know the good things, and you can do everything you can do every day. How can you meet at any time?"

"Hey! You killed my captive just now. I haven't had time to settle the score with you. What are you?" Yan Ning was also angry.

Han Zheng laughed in anger: "Idiots like Ye Wuya should have died long ago. If he hadn't been concerned about some of his disciples, the Holy Lord would not have given him the position of the Lord of the Earth. It would be better if he was killed, so that he would not have to be asked by you what he shouldn't say, and he would no longer be embarrassed by our Lord of the Earth!"

Yan Ning sneered in his heart, it turned out that Han Zheng was thinking of such an abacus.

Wan Buqing had mentioned a long time ago that among the three altar masters, Ye Wuya's Taoism is the lowest, while the other two altar masters are unfathomable. However, Yan Ning was already a little tired of dealing with one Ye Wuya. Now that the real master Han Zheng appears, Yan Ning... I'm afraid he really has no chance of winning.

Seeing that Yan Ning didn't answer, Han Zheng said to himself: "I want to talk to you about the conditions before I capture you."

Yan Ning was stunned. This guy actually had the intention to negotiate terms with him?

"I like to collect all kinds of good swords in the world. Ordinary swords can no longer be seen by me, but you two happen to have two swords in your hands, which makes me jealous." Han Zheng said.

Yan Ning immediately realized that the sword Han Zheng mentioned was naturally the Kunwu Sword, which is known as the strongest sword, and the Taiyi Sword, the treasure of the sect in Laoshan.

"I want the Taiyi Sword, there is no way!" Yuan Xiao directly spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at Han Zheng.

Han Zheng easily avoided, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Those who understand swords are worthy of using famous swords. You mountain village men, but you are holding a peerless sword in your hands. This is burying famous swords and humiliating famous swords!"

Han Zheng is known as the master of the sword tomb, and his weapon is naturally a sword, but Yan Ning did not expect that this guy would be so terrifyingly crazy about the sword.

Yan Ning said lightly: "The great way is three thousand, each of them takes one, and the sword moves with people. The sword is always a weapon, and there is no difference between good and bad. The only difference is the person who uses the sword."

"After all, I am a college student who has studied, and it makes sense to speak!" Yuan Xiao gave Yan Ning a thumbs up.

Han Zheng was stunned, and then said angrily: "I hate you guys who don't know swords the most to pretend to be so sophisticated in front of me. Swords are swords. A good sword can easily break a bad sword and fall into the hands of you mountain people. You can only use it to chop firewood! This is the reason why I, Han Zheng, use the sword!"

Yan Ning asked back: "There are so many weapons in the world, but you choose to play swords?"

Han Zheng immediately understood the meaning of Yan Ning's words, which clearly meant that he was scolding himself for being a shame!

He couldn't help it anymore. He raised his fingers in the air, and the giant sword under his feet suddenly rose up, pointing to Yan Ning and the others: "Before I catch you, hand over two good swords, and you can still avoid a little bit of flesh and blood. Otherwise - don't blame me for being too heavy!"

"Since everyone is going to be caught, why not resist?" Yan Ning changed Ming's sword to his left hand, and Kunwu sword appeared on his right hand. He and Yuan Xiao stood shoulder to shoulder, and they made a parry posture.

"It seems you want to be tough."

Han Zheng smiled disdainfully. He didn't take Yan Ning and the other two seriously at all. The reason why he was willing to negotiate terms with Yan Ning and the others was just that he didn't want to hurt the two good swords in their hands.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude!"

Han Zheng rose into the air, and a thousand feet of light suddenly burst out from behind him. In this dazzling light, long swords flew out, like Yan Ning's Wumen golden needle, spinning rapidly around Han Zheng.

Seeing this scene, Yan Ning couldn't help but shout, "Damn it, you're cheating? So many flying swords, play a ball!"

Yan Ning and the Golden Needle can also control the Golden Needle to fly in the air, but he has to control hundreds of long swords to fly in the air, but Yan Ning believes that he can't do it.

But Han Zheng did this.

A hundred long swords floated behind Han Zheng, and his hand seals quickly formed in his hands and shouted: "Ten thousand swords return to the original world!"

The hundred long swords behind Han Zheng were like Yan Ning's golden needles. At the moment Han Zheng ordered, they all shot towards Yan Ning and the others!

Yuan Xiao's face changed drastically: "Brother, this guy is coming in a fierce manner, and we are probably not his opponent."

"I can see it," Yan Ning sighed, "but it doesn't mean we can just sit and wait for death!"

Yan Ning took a step forward and several Northern Emperor's divine magic spells were shot out in succession. However, after the transformation of the Nine-Turn Extreme Fire Art, these Northern Emperor's divine magic spells could not stop the hundred flying swords!

The palm shadow was destroyed, Yan Ning's face changed, and there was no time to react. The flying sword came to Yan Ning and instantly rolled Yan Ning into the sky!

"Brother!" Yuan Xiao couldn't take care of himself. It was not because his Taoism was much better than Yan Ning, but most of the flying swords were heading towards Yan Ning, and a small number of flying swords were still within Yuan Xiao's controllable range.
Chapter completed!