Chapter 45 Fall

Tu Sanyi's face was frightened. He had just woken up from his sleep by a dangerous breath. He instinctively grabbed the woman beside him, hoping that he could block and at least have a buffer time, but the sun wheel did not seem to give him such a chance.

Zhao Haoran was relieved. It seemed that this time it was a success. As long as he could kill Tu San, he still didn't pay attention to the strength of others, and there was only one man in black left, which would be much easier to deal with.

Hearing the noise of the surrounding guest rooms, Zhao Haoran knew that time was running out and could not hide it. The silver sun wheel emitted a dazzling red light.

The firepower is full, and Zhao Haoran's soul power attached to the sun wheel all burst out in front of Tu San, generally to ensure privacy when attacking.

Zhao Haoran relied on more extremely sharp materials to kill his opponent. This time against the Moon Soul, he did not dare to be careless, but a light mask suddenly appeared on Tu San's body, blocking the attack of the Yanglun.

Seeing Tu San's inexplicable expression, Zhao Haoran knew that he certainly didn't know why. It seemed to be the same nature as the energy that Haiya burst out in the cave hall, but the power was not as strong as the last time. This only shows that Tu San's elders are relatively weak, but no matter how weak they are, they are still Japanese souls, no It is a small role like Zhao Haoran that can be easily contacted.

In a flash of inspiration, Zhao Haoran remembered Tu Jiang, who was far away in Broken Soul Mountain. Perhaps there was a close relationship between the two, but this was obviously not the best time to consider the problem.

It was just a momentary thing. Tu San immediately pinched the magic formula and was ready to use the soul skill. If it goes on like this, even if Zhao Haoran has the strength to kill Tu San, it will take a long time.

The fire has lit up outside, and the whole inn is not big. Everyone will come over soon. What's more, Zhao Haoran has felt that the cold breath of the man in black has locked him.

The more urgent it is, the need to calm down. Escape must be an extravagant hope. I'm afraid that he will be entangled if he can't run far. Zhao Haoran made the right choice and killed Tu San first, and the ancient mirror was taken out. Tu San obviously did not know the power of the ancient mirror and had no intention of prevention at all.

Tu San saw at a glance that Zhao Haoran was just a star soul man at all. He was very angry. He didn't expect to be forced to such a situation by him. He must be arrested and torture him well. He can't let him die so quickly. Tu San only used the soul art of confinement. Unfortunately, he completely found that he had lost it before he could use it. Perception.

Zhao Haoran once again controlled the Yanglun to attack. He had already felt that the man in black was only a few feet away from him, that is to say, he only had one chance to attack.

Seeing that Tu San had no trace of waking up, Zhao Haoran was relieved. Yang Lun successfully cut off his head. He did not understand what had happened until his death. The man in black wanted to stop him, but his practiced soul attack was indeed extremely fierce, and his defense was very poor.

In an emergency, Zhao Haoran used his soul skill and blocked it with his body. There was a hot pain in his back, but it was all physical trauma. Zhao Haoran's body was strong and it didn't take long to recover.

The disciples of Hehuan Sect rushed over at this time, and some of their clothes were not worn well. How dare they neglect when they heard the sound here? If something happened to this young master, their elders could not let them go.

This...

More than a dozen disciples of Hehuanzong were shocked to see the scene in the house. ** In addition to a woman's body, there is also a man. You don't have to guess. It must be Mr. Tu. His head and body have been separated, and even the immortals can't be saved.

"What should I do?" Several people had no idea for a moment. The young man with a piece of clothes in the middle of the house should be the murderer who killed Tu San, but even if he can kill him, can the elder let them go?

Although the cultivation of the disciples of the Hehuan Sect around them is not very high, they are not stupid. They weighed the pros and cons. Some people quietly took off their clothes and slowly retreated. It is naturally good to be disciples of the Hehuan Sect. The area around here is rampant and has no scruples, but there is no life. There is nothing else.

With the first one, other people naturally look alike, and the people in black did not stop it, and soon there were only two people left in the whole room.

The owner of the inn and the little guy woke up when they heard such a big movement, but they all dodged far away for fear of affecting themselves.

Zhao Haoran stood still quietly. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he didn't know how to deal with the man in black. What's more, it was good for him. The wound on his back was slowly recovering. Several poor women saw Tu San dead and walked out of the room along the corner of the wall. They didn't know where they were going to escape. Li.

The green dagger suddenly appeared. Zhao Haoran was ready for a long time. The silk net had been wrapped around his hand. Unfortunately, he had no chance to use it before. When the white net and dagger met, it was dyed with a layer of green in an instant.

Zhao Haoran quickly let go, and the tough silk of the silk net slowly turned into a pool of green powder. He didn't expect that the silk net would be so tragic for the first time, but it made Zhao Haoran know more about the power of the green python. It was really amazing. He had personally experienced the ability of the silk net, and even the moon soul could be wrapped. For a while, the other party will not be broken in an instant.

In the devouring of the green python, there is nothing in a minute. We must find a way to limit the green python in the hands of the man in black.

As soon as the light of the ancient mirror came out, the man in black disappeared. Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, which was troublesome. Now he relies most on the ancient mirror in his hand. Unfortunately, the man in black is defensive and strong. There is no way to hit the other party at all. If it goes on like this, it is just a white consumption of soul power.

With the ancient mirror away, Zhao Haoran used the fire dragon possession for the first time. Zhao Haoran's strength was stronger than when he was on the door. The fire dragon's power was stronger. Xiao Shunzi, who was hiding in the corner, grew up and wanted to sigh, but was blocked by the boss.

If you make a sound at this time, who knows if the two uncles will be unfavorable to them.

Zhao Haoran can see that his soul power is not very strong, even weaker than Tu San, but his natural murderous spirit has brought great trouble to Zhao Haoran. Fortunately, Zhao Haoran's strong will can barely be affected.

Because of the fear of approaching the green python, Zhao Haoran's behavior has great limitations. Although the speed of the sun wheel is fast, it is still worse than the man in black, and often can't hit the other party. The man in black seems to have no other support except the green python, and the two fell into the gap between them for a while. There is a deadlock.

Broken Soul Mountain, Tu Jiang's eyes suddenly opened, and a feeling of heartbreak came over. He immediately felt the specific position, "San'er, who is it?" Tu Jiang said to himself, his eyes were cold, but his slightly trembling hands still reflected his inner uneasiness.

At a glance, Tu Jiang stood up without hesitation and rose to the sky. His body pulled out and walked directly in the clouds. His body loomed and flew very quickly in the direction he had just felt.

Hmm? Zhao Haoran was stunned. Why did I return to Zhaojiazhuang? Uncle Wang sat down in the tree and smoked. "Haoran, I'm back. Why didn't you go to the mountain to cut firewood today?"

Zhao Haoran looked at himself and was still dressed as before. Uncle Wang looked at him with a smile, as if he was so kind as before. Have you always been dreaming? Zhaojiazhuang has never experienced the robbery of mountain thieves, nor has he been to the Blue Sea Sect. Everything goes back to the past.

Isn't it right? Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, which must be fake. The experience of almost a year is definitely not fake. He was still fighting with people in black just now. This must be his means. They were all illusions. Zhao Haoran kept reminding himself in his heart.

"What's going on?" Uncle Wang helped up a panicked hunter, who was Li Maocai, the most powerful hunter in the village before.

Li Mao stammered, "There are mountain thieves, run."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw bearded people rushing in from the entrance of the villa.