This middle-aged man wearing a black burqa, a tiger's back and a beehive waist, and a golden proportion of inverted triangles, had long black and thick hair on his head and pinned it with a jade hairpin. His face seemed to be carved, and he looked hard and cold. Basket, color, book, and Basketball,

In those eyes that were hidden in the world, the wind and clouds were unpredictable, and the joys and sorrows in his heart could not be seen clearly.

"Nanhua Blood Sword, Han Ruo Water"

Nan Huaiyuan saw the middle-aged man walking from the sky, and his eyes showed deep fear and fear, and said in a deep voice.

At this time, the middle-aged man calling Han Ruoshui stopped not far from Nan Huaiyuan, looking at the other person expressionlessly. The disgust in his eyes flashed, and then said coldly: "I will give you ten breaths to disappear in front of Han, otherwise you won't have to leave."

"You" Nan Huaiyuan's body stiffened, and the depression in his heart made a red look flashing on his pale face.

Before Nan Huaiyuan could speak again, he felt a flash in front of his eyes. Han Ruoshui poked out his palm and patted him on the chest.

"Bang"

Nan Huaiyuan had no time to react, and Han Ruoshui, a seemingly light palm was printed on his chest.

With a puff, Nan Huaiyuan spurted out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, Han Ruoshui's body flashed and he stood back to his previous air position.

Nan Huaiyuan, who had been seriously injured, was slapped by Han Ruoshui and could no longer hold on. He could not continue to float in the air and fell straight to the ground.

When it was five or six meters above the ground, Nan Huaiyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, barely stabilized his body, and landed on the ground with difficulty. Then he looked up at the black burqa in the sky, the cold water as cold as frost.

"Six breaths left."

The voice was like thunder, and Han Ruoshui, who was high above, said slowly with his hands on his back.

After stopping, Han Ruoshui looked down at Nan Huaiyuan on the ground and said in disdain: "Han has been in seclusion for more than ten years. This time, he should be ordered by the head to come out of the mountain and enter the world. He is not willing to kill for the time being. It is your luck, so let's go quickly."

Regarding Han Ruoshui's temperament, Nan Huaiyuan has been in the martial arts world for a lifetime. Of course, he guessed that the other party was disdainful of being a slaughter. Otherwise, this killing would not be so easy to speak. He had stabbed himself with a sword instead of leaving enough strength and a light palm.

Nan Huaiyuan, who was very lucky, dared not say another word, let alone look at Han Ruoshui with his eyes. He moved his dilapidated body and took a difficult step, but he still ran towards Sijiu City at a very fast speed.

There is no way. If he didn't escape within six breaths, Nan Huaiyuan would be sure that Han Ruoshui, a well-known ruthless killer, would really leave him here and would never be able to return to the martial arts world.

Wang Le, who was invisible nearby, first looked up and looked at Han Ruoshui, who was still standing high in the sky, like a statue, and murmured to himself: "Nanhua Blood Sword, is this person related to Nanhuaguan?"

When Han Ruoshui arrived just now, what Nan Huaiyuan said allowed Wang Le, who had opened the eyes to break the delusion, to see clearly. Through the other party's mouth shape, he learned about the Nanhua Blood Sword.

But this is not the moment when we consider the origin of Han Ruo Shui. Wang Le, who was invisible, closed his eyes at Han Ruo Shui in the sky, and then looked at Nan Huaiyuan who was gradually distant and was about to disappear from his sight. He couldn't help but show a strong murderous intent on his face.

"Take him to die while he is sick." Wang Le's eyes flashed with cold light, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in his heart.

The so-called opportunity must not be missed, and time will never come again. Since this is the case, Wang Le will certainly not miss this rare opportunity. After all, the deadly feud he and Nan Huaiyuan cannot be resolved at all, and sooner or later they will be settled.

Wang Le, who is used to controlling everything in his hands and keeping himself active at all times, would not be his Wang Le if Nan Huaiyuan is released, that is not his time bomb.

After thinking about it, Wang Le, who was invisible, looked at the Nanhua Blood Sword Han Ruo Water in the sky, and then chased after Nan Huaiyuan's escape.

Under the locking of the Breaking Demonic Eye, Nan Huaiyuan has never escaped from Wang Le's locking. No matter how fast the other party escaped, it would be useless, let alone being seriously injured.

When the invisible Wang Le went to chase Nan Huaiyuan, he saw that Han Ruoshui, who was standing in the sky, was still moving. He flashed and disappeared from the original place. Then in the blink of an eye, he appeared in the sky far away, and then disappeared again, moving towards the direction of Sijiu City like lightning. His body movement was extremely strange, no less than the previous prehistoric world.

In this way, the song ended and the people scattered, leaving a mess.

The fighter planes were still roaring and patrolling back and forth. The crashed fighter plane crashed into the nearby lake. It was a blessing in disgrace. The parachuting pilot was floating in the air and falling towards the ground.

Before I knew it, in the late autumn evening, the setting sun was shining in the west, and the dark clouds in the sky also dissipated after the cold water left, as if nothing had happened.

The Taoist robe was broken and covered with blood. Nan Huaiyuan was like a stray dog. Most of the inner bones were broken and shattered. He was seriously injured one after another. At this moment, he felt unprecedented weakness. Even with powerful mid-level martial arts cultivation, he could not change everything cruel.

The traffic is full of traffic and the lights are brilliant. The four nine cities are so prosperous and noisy, but this has nothing to do with Nan Huaiyuan running in the dark. All he can feel is coldness, from his heart to it.

"I will definitely pay back these exiled remnants in the future, so that you will be worse than death."

Distinguishing the direction, traveling through the city to the suburbs of Sijiucheng on the other side, Nan Huaiyuan, who was also the location of Tianxiang Pavilion, secretly swore with hatred.

"Nanhua Blood Sword Han Wushui, I must forget you, this guy is willing to kill his wife, I should admit defeat."

When he thought of Han Ruoshui, the past deeds of killing talent, Nan Huaiyuan couldn't get up with the intention of taking revenge.

"Who would have been the best place for Sijiu City? Why did you get this ruthless pervert? My fortune is really a slump, and drinking cold water can get stuck in the gaps."

The sad Nan Huaiyuan could only blame himself for being unlucky and lamented secretly.

Although Han Ruoshui, who was arrogant and disdainful of being a life-threatening person, was merciless in his hands, it was because for the seriously injured Nan Huaiyuan, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Otherwise, Nan Huaiyuan would still be able to grit his teeth and fly from the air to Tianxiang Pavilion to recuperate and heal his wounds, so there would be no need to run away on the ground in a miserable manner.

For Nan Huaiyuan, the place where he can hide and heal now is relatively familiar with Tianxiang Pavilion.
Chapter completed!