Chapter 133 suppression of bandits 3

"Then try it." Qianqiu's eyes suddenly opened, and two golden lights shot out, pointing directly at Yan Jun. Qianqiu was really angry this time. Wan Yan had nothing to do with this matter, but they suffered this kind of revenge because of revenge.

"What? Divine attack? How can it be?" Yan Jun was shocked. The two golden lights in Qianqiu's eyes were the divine attack, and Qianqiu also casually gave a name 'destroying God' to this attack.

"Well, although this divine attack is effective for others, it is useless to me." Yan Jun smiled, and then a golden bronze mirror appeared and suspended above Yan Jun's head. The destructive golden light touched the golden bronze mirror and was instantly resolved.

"I said, how can you kill Lu Xuejian and escape from the Lu family? It turned out that this was the basis for this. If so, you will die today." Yan Jun said.

"Real?" Qianqiu sneered, and then his left hand turned empty, and a gossip map appeared in Qianqiu's hand.

The gossip map in the left hand, the green sword in the right hand, Qianqiu looked at Yan Jun. No reply."

The unrecovered sword spirit poured out, and the ground paved with bluestone was swept out an arm-deep pit by the aftershocks of the unrecovered sword spirit in an instant.

Yan Jun shouted, and then a white coat appeared on Yan Jun's body. Without a return, the sword spirit hit Yan Jun. Yan Jun was shocked and took ten steps back.

"Damn, it turns out that the spiritual skills are so powerful." Yan Jun gritted his teeth, and then raised the big knife and cut it down.

A dazzling black knife came to Qianqiu.

'Boom' Qianqiu pushed out the Taiji map with his left hand, and the soul-killing knife instantly hit the Taiji map.

'Bumbang' retreated three steps, and then stabilized. As before, the light of Taiji map dimmed a little.

"What kind of spiritual skill is it at this time?" Yan Jun's eyes stared at the boss. How could he not know the power of his soul-killing knife? In the past, when killing people, this soul-killing knife was enough to shock the opponent, but now it is blocked by a strange figure.

Qianqiu stood still, looked at Yan Jun and said, "Taiji."

"Taiji?" Yan Jun's eyes were full of doubts, but he made a big taboo, that is...

"Taiji sword spirit." Qianqiu split out with a sword.

Taiji is quiet and motionless like mountains, and moving is like electric light and flint.

"Despicable" Yan Jun scolded. In fact, he could only blame himself for being distracted. Bad clothes." Yan Jun shouted.

The 'buzz' clothes shook, and then the white light went out.

'P'''''''''''''''''''m'''''

Taiji sword spirit is condensed into a small sword spirit by Qianqiu with spiritual power, hidden in the largest sword spirit. When the sword spirit in front falls on Yan Jun, the small sword spirit behind it is fatal.

'P'Yan Yijun's blood spewed out. He bent down and looked at his evil clothes. He only saw a hole that had been broken, and the hole was broken by the Taiji sword spirit just now, and blood also flowed out of it.

Qianqiu landed, and the Qingfeng sword took action again against Yan Jun.

"No return, no return, no return." Qianqiu's three consecutive unrepair sword spirit sounded, and the violent sound of breaking the air sounded, symbolizing the judgment of death.

The dust rising in the sky, with Yan Jun's screams and the sound of something breaking, scattered gravel shot, and a big pit spread to Qianqiu's feet.

"Cough." A faint cough came from the dark dust.

Qianqiu's eyes were cold. Unexpectedly, his life was really hard. Qianqiu held up the green sword and was ready to make up another sword, because his spiritual power was not much, but it was late.

"Wait." Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

The warm sunshine shone in the dilapidated stockade, but it was a little chilly. Dozens of burnt bodies lay there, attracting crows and flies around.

Qianqiupan sat on the bluestone board, restoring the spiritual power that was about to be exhausted.

And beside him, there was an acquaintance sitting, which was exactly Wanyan.

Isn't Wan Yan dead? In fact, Wan Yan was not dead. When he was dying, Qianqiu had solved Yan Jun, and not to mention Li Yuan fainted. Qianqiu used only three return pills to make them alive again.

"Which one of you will come first?" Wei Qing asked.

"Come on, you urgently need to cheer up." Wan Yan looked at Wei Qing and said.

"What do you mean?" Li Yuan didn't understand it.

Wan Yan looked at Wei Qing and said, "Wei Qing was scared to cry by that bastard just now."

"You, you..." Wei Qing blushed and pointed to Wan Yan and couldn't speak.

"Am I wrong?" Wan Yan said with a smile.

"That... I.. I thought you were dead..." Wei Qing's face has turned red.

"Oh..." Wan Yan and Li Yuan suddenly said.

“.....” Wei Qing knew that his image of his man had been destroyed, so he turned around and found some dead grass and cotton cloth from one side and wrapped it in a stick.

"What are you doing?" Li Yuan asked.

"I said I burned his stockade." Wei Qing pointed aside and said.

aside? What's on the side? There was someone beside him, Yan Jun. At this time, he was tied aside by Qianqiu and was dying.

It was Wei Qing who just said that he was waiting. He just wanted revenge. Although he did not kill Yan Jun, Qianqiu still destroyed his Dantian.

"Then burn it. I said I would pull out his hair and break his teeth." Wan Yan stood up and said.

Lighting the torch, Wei Qing really went to light the whole village, "Alas... Wait, move out the gold or something first. Li Yuan said at this time. This is all the laborious people they plundered.

"There are many injustices." Wan Yan looked at Yan Jun who fell to the ground and said coldly.

"You have committed 180 crimes in your life, slaughtered people ten times, killed 50 times, robbed people's women, slaughtered villages five times, and killed 65 times. More than 1,000 people died at your hands. These bloody crimes are clearly recorded in every prison in the State of Chu." Wan Yan said without a trace of emotion.

"You, damn it." Wanyan punched Yan Jun in the face, and suddenly several teeth burst out.

"Da Damn it." Bang Bang' another three punches fell on Yan Jun's face, and his face suddenly became red and swollen.

"Forget it, they are all dying people. Leave him a face to reincarnation." Qianqiu appeared behind Wanyan and said.

Wan Yan stopped, stood up quietly, nodded to Qianqiu, and then walked aside.

The light of the sword flashed, and the Qingfeng sword brushed Yan Jun's neck with a wisp of red blood, and Yan Jun immediately passed away.

Wan Yan looked at this scene, Wei Qing looked at this scene, and Li Yuan also looked at this scene. No one sympathized with Yan Jun. When your hands are stained with the blood of people you should not have touched, you should think that you also have this day.

"Let's go." Qianqiu said lightly.

"Alas... Take these things away and return them to those people. Li Yuan said with a box of gold.

Qianqiu took a look at the tired and panting Li Yuan and Wei Qing, walked over and gently lifted at least a few hundred catties of gold boxes.

Wan Yan and the three were stunned. Although they knew that Qianqiu had defeated Yan Jun, they did not see it, so it was not as shocking as the scene in front of them.

Qianqiu put all this gold into the storage ring and said, "Let's go, okay."

"God, is this the power of immortals?" Wei Qing exclaimed.

"It's just a small part." Qianqiu replied faintly.

Although the three people were shocked, they still couldn't imagine how capable the immortals were?

"Oh, shit." Suddenly, Wei Qing shouted.

"Hmm?" Qianqiu looked at Wei Qing doubtfully.

"Yan Jun just sent a mountain thief to Fengcheng to inform the Lu family." Wei Qing said.

"Yes, that's true. We have to go back immediately and inform them of the news." Wan Yan said.

Qianqiu suddenly remembered the man in people's clothes he saw on the road when he came, as if... He held a knife in his hand.

Short knife? Who would take that kind of thing? But it's too late to regret now.

"Come on, we'll go back right away." Qianqiu said.

"Hmm." Three people nodded.

Qianqiu sacrificed through the cloud dish and said to the three people, "Come up and hold on to me."

The cloud disk is still the same as a disk. Qianqiu has not found that it can become bigger for the time being, so only four people can squeeze, but it is really crowded.