The Fairy in Fast Time

Wen Han narrowed his eyes as he looked at the tangled green vines, thinking about how to kill that daoshu master later.

But before he could figure it out, the blocked enchantment crack on the top of his head suddenly enlarged, crackling along the vines, revealing another piece of sky.

Then, as if the whole world was completely shattered, countless fragments were shaken off one after another, and then gradually dissipated in midair.

Wen Han stood in front of Shen Yanzhi, looking at the cultivators not far away with deep eyes, a sneer twitched on the corner of his lips.

"After hiding for so many years, this old man finally found you." The old man with a dust whisk in his hand was dressed in a gray robe, with a kind face, and against the gloom deep in his eyes, it seemed extremely unsuitable.

And beside him, there are cultivators from several sects. They are huge and numerous. According to visual inspection, there are probably...

[System: According to statistics, there are a total of 320 people. 】

Wen Han: "..."

——3vs1328, very good.

Standing beside Wen Han, the white deer has a faint chill in its warm black eyes. Its white and flawless fur looks extremely smooth. Coupled with the light brown antler, those cultivators can recognize this white deer at a glance. The head deer is the extremely rare White Moon Deer in Lingxiu Continent.

According to ancient books, the deer of the white moon, when eaten, can produce white bones and grow flesh and blood, which is one of the top ten supplements in the world.

All of a sudden, the eyes of many cultivators became hot.

A blue-clothed woman standing behind Daoshu Daoshu pursed her lips. She looked at Shen Yanzhi behind Wen Han with fiery eyes, and her pair of autumn water cut eyes seemed to be shining with spring light, carrying the indescribable affection of a woman.

——Brother...

"If you are obedient and let them go, you and the white deer will be fined." A young man stood up arrogantly and raised his chin at them, with an arrogant and contemptuous expression.

"If you leave obediently, you won't die without a place to die later." Wen Han had no expression on his face, and his voice didn't fluctuate at all.

"It's really outrageous." Bai Nishang said coldly, staring straight at Wen Han, and said slowly: "I know, you are that child back then."

"So what." Wen Han smiled lightly.

Hearing this, Bai Nishang just lifted his lips into a meaningful smile, which made Wen Han feel particularly uncomfortable.

"Okay, first take them down to the old man—!" Master Daoshu flicked the whisk from his hand to the other arm, and reprimanded in a low voice.

Then, more than a dozen cultivators immediately flew towards Wen Han, and the colorful spiritual energy gathered into sharp swords and struck at them fiercely, with overwhelming killing intent.

Wen Han raised his hand, and immediately, dozens of vines flew out from his cuff, each one was covered with rich aura, and quickly took root around Shen Yanzhi, wrapping it tightly.

At the same time, he took out Shen Yanzhi's jade sword and held a beautiful sword flower in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Brother, watch him for me."

Bailu glanced at Shen Yanzhi who was wrapped in vines, and sighed inwardly.

——This child forgets his elder brother when he has a lover, and doesn't care about him as an empty nester at all.

"You have to be careful too." Wen Han said again, then turned around, poured spiritual energy into the jade sword, and made a cross in the air, and the materialized spiritual energy hit the cultivators fiercely, blowing Its hit flew backwards directly.

After landing on the ground, Wen Han was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but wonder how powerful his blow was?

Or, in fact, those cultivators are too weak...

However, he still prefers the first statement.

Just kidding, he didn't practice swordsmanship for nothing in the past five years!

"As expected of the Heavenly Spiritual Root..." A hoarse voice sounded from behind Wen Han, with a chill penetrating into the bone marrow.

Wen Han's heart trembled, and he immediately put the sword across his back with his backhand, fiercely blocking the short blade that Daoshu Daoist stabbed at him.

"Master Daoshu..." Wen Han used the Floating Shadow Step to instantly open the distance between the two, and the corner of his lips raised slightly, "The reason why you are so attached to us is not just because I am the root of the sky. "

Hearing this, the smile on the old man's face remained unchanged, and wisps of black mist flowed in his eyes, "Yes, of course there are other reasons..."

"As long as it devours you or Shen Yanzhi..." Master Daoshu turned his cold eyes around the green cocoon, and then put it on the white deer, "Oh, there is still that deer now."

"Swallow any of you, and I can use your bodies to wake up in the real reality..." Daoshu Daoist lowered his voice, his eyes were filled with strong desire, and his expression was a little distorted.

"Because the feeling of being controlled by others is really too bad!" Daoshu's voice became more and more high-pitched, with hysterical madness.

Wen Han fiercely dodged the pyramid transformed by the aura and jumped up sideways, releasing several vines towards Daoshu Daoshu.

He really didn't understand what stimulated the main brain so that it became what it is now.

"puff--!"

The sound of the blade piercing through flesh and blood came to my ears, and the bright red blood overflowed from the warm and cold abdomen, dyeing the white robe red in an instant.

Wen Han's face sank like water, turned around and gave the person behind him a sword, only to find that the person who attacked him was Zhiyu who had met once a long time ago.

——Tsk, love rivals are extremely jealous when they meet each other, this sentence is really true.

But the two fists were always difficult to beat the four hands, and soon, Wen Han was a little overwhelmed, and there were more and more scars on his body, and the white clothes turned into blood clothes as soon as he saw it.

Damn, it was fine if two people hit him one at a time, but then dozens of people beat him one at a time!

God damn it!

So, the watching system silently took out an emoticon pia and put it in Wen Han's mind——

[Hit you, hit you, do you still need to choose a date! .jpg]

Wen Han shook his hand, and was immediately slashed again. He casually wiped away the blood overflowing from his lips, his eyes were cold: Tell me, are you a spy sent by the other party :)

[System: ... Cough, sorry, you continue. 】

Inadvertently, Wen Han was directly forced onto the green vines wrapping Shen Yanzhi by the visitor, which made Bai Lu feel extremely anxious.

A few drops of blood fell on the vine, and then slowly slid down. The strong smell of blood continued to spread in the air, seducing the deepest dark desire in the cultivator's heart, and making this fight more and more brutal.

Wen Han gasped for breath, and the hand holding the sword kept shaking.

"Do you want to kneel down and beg for mercy?" Master Daoshu raised his hand to stop the others, smiling very hypocritically.

Hearing this, Wen Han chuckled a few times, and stood up straight staggeringly. The bright red blood flowed down his wrist to the sword, and a flower of blood burst out on the ground.

"Do not."

After finishing speaking, Wen Han poured all the spiritual power in his body into the sword, so that his face instantly turned pale.

"Wen Han, stop—!" Bai Lu's pupils narrowed slightly, and he shouted sharply, with a look of panic in his eyes, "You have a great possibility of overdrawing your external body!"

"But big brother, I can't take care of that much anymore..." Wen Han only left this sentence lightly, and then greeted Daoshu Daoshu with a raging killing intent.

"Shh-!"

A few flashes of white light flashed, Wen Han flew upside down and leaned against the green cocoon that wrapped Shen Yanzhi, and at the same time, Daoshu Daoist also lost an arm.

"Cough..." Wen Han's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. He looked gently at the green leaves on the vine, and murmured in a low voice: "Qin Yi'an, I really didn't expect that I would be so I love you..." His hoarse voice gradually weakened, and he slowly sat next to the vine, his eyes were a little distracted: "...I...love you..."

"Boom-"

The blood-stained sword slipped from Wen Han's hand, making Bai Lu look almost crazy.

——Qin Yi'an, sooner or later one day...

Seeing this, Daoshu Daoist had a crazy smile on his face, "Hahahahaha! You human beings are mediocre!"

As soon as Daoshu Daoshu's words fell, the green vines behind Wen Han "boomed" into several light green spots, scrambling to fly into his scarred body.

At the same time, dark gray clouds gathered above their heads, the sound of thunder was deafening, blue-purple lightning kept shuttling through the clouds, and the catastrophe was approaching—!

The handsome man lowered his eyelashes and hugged the comatose Wen Han in his arms. Mo Ruhantan's pupils were filled with monstrous anger. He lowered his head and kept kissing the other's chapped lips, with a trembling voice: "... right now, It will be fine soon, dear, just hold on for a while."

Master Daoshu sneered, and turned the short blade in his hand into a big knife with black magic energy.

"Heaven, Heavenly Demon Sword!" A cultivator looked at the weapon in the old man's hand in astonishment, and exclaimed in disbelief.

"My lord, it turns out... so you are the magic cultivator!" Bai Nishang said with eyes wide open.

"The Heavenly Demon Knife is an extremely evil and extremely evil weapon. Only demon cultivators who have reached the fusion stage can use it..." Zhiyu murmured to herself, and then she rushed towards Shen Yanzhi's direction——

The black blade instantly split the woman's graceful body in half, and then frantically sucked her blood, causing the blade to be stained with blood in an instant.

"Today, you are all the sacrifices of this old man—!" Master Daoshu roared, raised his hand and threw the Heavenly Demon Knife into the air, and immediately, the materialized black devilish energy quickly shuttled between the eyebrows of every cultivator present , and the cultivators wherever the black air passed were sucked dry of the aura and blood in their bodies, and instantly turned into dust.

Shen Yanzhi just sat cross-legged on the stone bed with Wen Han in his arms, the deep blackness in his eyes made people tremble from the bottom of his heart.

He gently raised his hand, and the dark red sleeves were blown up by the airflow formed by the gathered spiritual energy. Then, the blue-purple sky thunders in the gray clouds moved along Shen Yan's hand as if they were being drawn. The direction is attacking Daoshu Daoist. In an instant, there are lightning flashes and thunder, and the dark moon has no light. It seems that the stars, sun, and moon are all swallowed up, and the whole world is crumbling.

With one blow, the Heavenly Demon Knife was shattered.

Two blows, flesh and blood melt.

Three strikes, the spirit and soul will be destroyed, and the heaven and earth will unite.

……

Bailu gently closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually sank into the darkness.

them……

I'm about to wake up.