Chapter 15 Cight

Although the sun is above my head, I can't make people feel any warmth when I am here at this moment. All this is not because of anything else, but because of the man in front of Han Yuan and the sword in his hand.

"Sword cultivation?" Han Yuan did not look at the wound on his hand, but at the long sword in the man's hand.

Speaking of Han Yuan, it was not surprising. They all said that there were very few swordsmen in the world now, but they didn't expect that he had just been a long time before he had seen two, and they were all extraordinary. Ye Xinhan would not talk about him. No matter how powerful he was at that time, he had a relationship with his peers. The intention to kill does not give too much threat to Han Yuan. The killing weapon has no intention to kill, and the swordsmanship is naturally greatly limited, which is different from the person in front of him.

The man in front of Han Yuan should be just a little older than Han Yuan. He is dressed in a white robe and a layer of glowing on the robe. He can also be spotless in such a yellow sand desert. A trace of color on the white robe has never been seen, and his appearance is not ugly, but his breath is a little strange.

It doesn't look like Zhongzhengping practicing Taoism. As soon as he saw this person, Han Yuan could already feel from him that the other party's true qi was extremely tyrannical, as if he was invading everything. He did not see the man transform his true qi. Han Yuan could already feel that he seemed to be a murderer. The fierce monster stared at it.

"Magic Xiu?"

"Wh~!"

The man did not answer Han Yuan's question, but smiled strangely. His hand was empty. As soon as the sound of something breaking the air sounded, a cold light appeared in front of Han Yuan the next moment.

Although Han Yuan suffered a small loss that time, it did not mean that he would suffer the same loss again, and there was nothing he did. There was already a small round ball in his hand. With a hard pinch on it, the ball dissipated in an instant, turning into a green silk dance, and the blink of an eye was already full of the sky.

Although the sword is powerful, it can only be forced to stop after cutting several green silks. It looks exhausted and is wrapped around the remaining green silk like a cobweb, but it has been completely wrapped in a moment, and even the cold light on the sword can no longer be revealed.

Han Yuan used this effort to run towards the man. Knowing that his opponent was powerful, he also used all his strength as soon as he came up. The first moment was still far away. The next moment, his fists had been smashed with wind pressure. Before he could really fall on him, he had blown away his clothes and hair.

Although Han Yuan's powerful punch is not an amazing spell, it should be the most threatening for these practitioners, but it is unexpected that the man is completely unavoidable, as if he is not afraid at all.

Although Han Yuan felt cheated, he was also confident in the power of his fist. Seeing that his opponent did not dodge, he just waved his fist a little stronger.

It's a long story, but in fact, it's just a blink of an eye. After a muffled sound, Han Yuan was sure that he was hitting the other party, but the feeling from his hand was not right.

The other party was obviously a person, but after Han Yuan hit it, he felt as if he had hit the golden essence. Not only did he not have the feeling of breaking with one blow, but his arm seemed to have completely lost consciousness in an instant.

"Isn't this man a sword practice, but a physical practice like himself? Er..."

Before Han Yuan thought about it clearly, it suddenly became a warning sign. The man did not know when he was in front of him. What appeared in front of him again was a strange beast that looked like a tiger but not a tiger. The fishy wind blew his face, and Han Yuan almost didn't even have time to punch.

In fact, he did not want to close his fist, and his body suddenly squatted down. After a move that seemed to be a lazy donkey in secular kung fu, not only the monster failed to bite Han Yuan, but also the sleepy sword behind him cut off, and only took away a wisp of Han Yuan's hair and caused no harm.

Han Yuan rolled away from the attack on both sides, and the man did not stop, and suddenly disappeared in place. It seems that he then used the same escape method as before. The dodge and escape seemed to be connected. There was no break in the middle at all, so that another black fire flew out of the monster's mouth and could only fight. On the sand, there is still no way to hurt Han Yuan again.

"You're very good, boy." When the black tiger saw Han Yuan flashing his attacks one after another, he didn't care. Instead, he patted his paws gently on the sand and said slowly, "Look at your clothes. Shouldn't you be the inner disciple of Sanxian Mountain?"

“......”

Han Yuan's previous clothes have been changed. Although he doesn't think there is anything wrong with what he used to wear, the short coat on his upper body has been cut into a rag when he fought with Ye Xinhan and has really become a beggar's costume. He can ignore it, but now he is at least an inner disciple of Sanxian Mountain. Well, no matter how casual it is, it has long been changed into the unified costume of the disciples of Sanxian Mountain, which can make the previous Lingfu Sect recognize him so easily.

It's not surprising that this tiger-like monster in front of Han Yuan can recognize his identity. Han Yuan's strangeness is that he can speak without becoming a human body. If the other party is a demon, doing this means that the strength of the two is indeed not at the same level. At least, the tiger also has a period of spiritual silence. Strength.

Demon cultivation is almost the same as human beings in practice, but they call the golden elixir and Yuanying they have cultivated as demon elixir and demon baby. The magic elixir and demon baby are not very different in nature except for the gods.

At the beginning, Han Yuan saw that he was holding a sword in his hand and could fly with the sword. He felt that his breath was strange. He thought that the other party was a man in the devil's door. It was not until he saw that he had changed his beast body that he was sure that the man in front of him was a real demon!

Before coming in, I heard Zou Wei say clearly that although this place can be regarded as a common place for the disciples to practice, at the earliest time, the boundary here was not laid by these families, but already existed. Originally, they thought that no one could come here, but later they found that it was not just demons. The people of the door are here, and even demons can be seen in it from time to time. Needless to say, they should all come for the treasures inside.

At the beginning, because of the robbery of these things, several people fought hard. Later, after a long time, because all parties had casualties, those who took control of the passage here set the rules. Except for the disciples of the sect who could come here to experience, one side could only send a master with the strength below the Yuanying period to protect them. No one can easily put too many people in the "non-return road".

Because this rule was set by several families and did not dare to destroy it easily, so although this place is a little dangerous, I have never heard that any sect has damaged its disciples in it, but after reading the note on the stone and seeing the demon cultivation in front of him, Han Yuan has been able to Sure, I'm afraid things will change a little.

Seeing that Han Yuan just looked at himself and did not answer, the tiger demon was not surprised. There was a sudden cloud on his body, and the next moment he turned back to the human body, just like before. Instead of showing any sign of fighting, he had a very calm expression.

Han Yuan is familiar with such an expression, because he has always had such an expression. In the face of an opponent who is not his opponent at all, Han Yuan also looks like this person.

"From today on, the north and west are all the places of our demon clan. You human monks are no longer allowed to come here. If there is a criminal world, kill without mercy!"

The man's expression remained unchanged, but the words spit out from his mouth looked cold. He compared the scorching sun above his head, not to mention the cold wind, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man did not stay any longer. As if he was not afraid that Han Yuan would not leave here at all, he released a black light from his hand and fell on the boulder below. After the sound of a big stone breaking, a huge stone tablet had stood firmly on the ground, and the four ancient words "demon land" were written in the middle.

When Han Yuan turned his head and came to see the man again, he could no longer see him. Except for the stone tablet firmly on the ground, there was no sign that he had ever appeared, as if he had never been here.

"I'm afraid there is a cultivation in the later stage of spiritual silence, right? I didn't see him manifest the demon elixir, but I just didn't intend to release the demon spirit on my body, which can make me feel a sense of oppression. I think there should be at least such a state.

Han Yuan thought to himself and raised his hand to see that a wound had been cut out in the palm of his hand because he had previously grasped the demon sword. Looking at the appearance of the wound, he could think of how sharp the sword was. If he faced this sword, he was other practitioners. I'm afraid that if he went down with this sword, his palm would not be able to be preserved.

He took his palm to his eyes and looked at it. There was no trace of pain on Han Yuan's face, as if the wound was not on his own body. Looking at his eyes, he seemed to be looking at some rare treasures.

" his~" licked his palm and took away the blood on it with the tip of his tongue.

After the blood in the palm of his hand was licked by Han Yuan, it did not flow out any more, but showed a white sword wound. Han Yuan did not care whether there was blood on the corners of his mouth. The "Aoki ring" flashed in his hand, and Han Yuan added a small bottle of white porcelain in his hand. Carefully opened the lid and poured the powder inside into his hand. Unexpectedly, there was a sound of "chi~chi~", and then a burst of white smoke floated up from his hand, as if something had been ignited.

"It's really weird!"

White smoke flew on his palm. The wound on Han Yuan's hand not only did not become smaller, but was much bigger. After a while, the whole palm was completely rotten, and there was no longer a good piece of flesh. Strangely, the wound was so serious, and no fresh blood flowed out of the wound, as if the blood had been dried. It seems.