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Mu Yuebai's hands were full of oil, and when she saw Shen Nanfeng coming, she twitched her fingers.

"Xiao Nanfeng, what's wrong? Are you covered in wounds?"

"Zhongshan Temple outside the city, save Han Su!"

Mu Yuebai was startled, "What can I do if I go to kill someone who can kill her?"

"You promised me to repay my favor. Last time you said you would help me kill people, but I didn't agree. Now you help me save people!"

Shen Nanfeng was extremely serious.

Mu Yuebai was a little unhappy and snorted coldly, "You're so annoying. Can I go after eating?"

"Can you... come back and I'll cook for you myself? Go and save people now!"

Mu Yuebai took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, then came to Wang Chunshan with a solemn expression.

She raised her hand to seal Wang Chunshan's large hole with two fingers, and then took out a dagger.

Make a wound at the place where Wang Chunsheng was poisoned.

"Just let his blood stay, and then quickly find a better doctor. By the way, ordinary doctors can't do it. Isn't Mu Lingzhu in Kyoto? Find her!"

After saying that, Mu Yuebai picked up her demon sword and walked to the attic.

"Don't worry, I won't let her die!"

After saying that, she jumped directly from the attic and saw a figure in green flying around on top of the building in Luoyang like a ghost.

Shen Nanfeng breathed a sigh of relief briefly.

First, he contacted 72 Disha for support, and then found Mu Lingzhu.

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In Zhongshan Temple, a faint scent of sandalwood drifted by, and Han Su subconsciously covered her mouth and nose.

There is nothing wrong with ordinary sandalwood, and it is not something that people should be afraid of.

Just after smelling it, Han Su instinctively felt something was wrong.

Tianshan Bulao Pavilion is not an ordinary Jianghu sect. The master is the queen, and the sandalwood used is of the highest quality.

This is just a Zhongshan Temple. Where can I get the money to buy such expensive incense?

In a flash, the temple door collapsed behind him, and Han Su flew to the courtyard on the top of the mountain.

In the temple, a woman in white clothes slowly walked out, holding a sharp sword and frowning.

"Miss Han is really cautious. If you are such a master, shouldn't you be arrogant? How did you find out there was something wrong with the sandalwood?"

"Ye Qingyuan, your skills have actually recovered?"

At this time, Ling Yun's seven sons slowly walked out, and dozens of men in black appeared on the surrounding roofs.

"Today, I, the Seventh Son of Ling Yun, dare to visit Miss Han again. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Han Su snorted, "Challenge? Are you worthy of it? A group of defeated generals were no match for me at that time. Can you do it today?"

At this time, a Taoist priest not far away captured a young man and came to Han Su.

The boy in white had a black hood covering his head.

"Han Wenjun, your little sweetheart is here, hand over the Fairy Dust Sword and I can spare his life!"

As soon as these words came out, Han Su immediately thought of Shen Nanfeng at the foot of the mountain and became confused.

"You caught him? Fairy Dust Sword? My Mountain-Suppressing Sword of Bulao Pavilion? You actually dare to make plans?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over the sword, and I will let him go!"

Han Su stared coldly at this so-called "Shen Nanfeng". The clothes were indeed the ones Shen Nanfeng always wore.

The body proportions are also appropriate, but it's a little strange that he is so quiet.

"I don't have the fairy dust sword in my hand. Let him go. I will spare your life today."

Ye Qingyuan's face was ferocious, "Han! You are so arrogant! Whoever bypasses who else! Zuo Wanqiu, kill Shen Nanfeng! I want her to watch the people she cares about die with her own eyes!"

Just when Han Su was still doubting whether this person was really Shen Nanfeng.

Zuo Wanqiu pierced the boy's chest with one sword, and Han Su was really panicked at this moment.

Then Zuo Wanqiu kicked the young man, and Han Su immediately stepped forward to catch him.As soon as he reached out to take off the hood covering his head, Han Su realized something was wrong.

A sharp blade had pierced his abdomen.

Han Su, who reacted immediately, grabbed the person in front of him by the neck and crushed it hard.

"Haha... Lingyun Guan is such a hard-working person. If not, why do you want to plot against me?"

With Han Su's internal strength, even if he is attacked at close range, it is unlikely that the body-protecting Zhen Gang will be directly succeeded.

But at that moment, she was really afraid that this person was Shen Nanfeng.

Therefore, the mind is confused and the body-protecting Qi disperses.

Ye Qingyuan laughed coldly.

"Hahaha... Sure enough, even if you are a fairy, you will have to die in love if you are moved by mortal hearts. Han Su, no matter how strong you are? Everyone has weaknesses. As long as you find this weakness, you can't do anything more than that."

The knife in the abdomen seemed to be poisonous. Han Su's face was gloomy and he had murderous intentions.

After sealing the Qi meridians, Su Yue Liuguang was pulled out.

"Lingyunguan is really glorious. He plots secretly and uses poison. He is such a well-known and upright person."

"Successful king or defeated bandit, if you don't accept it, then go down and seek justice from the Lord of Hell!"

Ye Qingyuan flew up and charged towards Han Su.

Han Su's eyes were fierce, and the sword in his hand was agile and elegant.

A flash of cold light passed, and Ye Qingyuan was hit by several swords, but was kicked away by Han Su, penetrating through the temple door and hitting the Buddha statue.

Han Su pulled off the white cloth from his sleeves and wrapped it around his sword-holding hand.

"It seems you still haven't learned your lesson. I should crush your heads that day."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Su casually grabbed a man in black who rushed forward.

The skull of the attacking man in black began to twist, and he howled in pain.

Han Su was filled with murderous intent, "Today, I won't hold back anymore!"

Zuo Wanqiu was the most arrogant among Ling Yun's seven sons. When faced with a battle, he was always stubborn and never backed down.

But when he saw Han Su, he felt a sense of fear in his heart.

"The Tianshan Cloud Destroying Hand, with such palm power, isn't it really that it has reached the pinnacle?"

At this moment, even the most confident Zuo Wanqiu wanted to give up.

At this time, people in black swarmed around.

Ye Qingyuan climbed up from the temple and said coldly: "She has been poisoned. We have no way out. Let me consume her to death!"

Dozens of men in black surrounded Han Su and took action one after another.

But no one could get close to her.

Wherever the sword in Han Su's hand passed, the throat was sealed, beheaded, pierced through the heart, and killed with the sword, without any unnecessary movements.

Anyone whose left hand touched her would have their muscles and bones broken.

Cold sweat broke out on Zuo Wanqiu's forehead, "Is the poison given by Qi Wenzhong effective? Why hasn't it happened yet?!"

Ye Qingyuan snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, form a formation, a seven-star formation, and work together to kill her!"

The power of the formation of Lingyun's Seven Sons, which can be fought to the extreme, is not in vain.

But today, some of the seven Lingyun sons have already decided to quit, not just Zuo Wanqiu, but also several others.

Just because Han Su's methods were too cruel at that time.

In just a few seconds, more than a dozen people were killed in her hands.

Every shot was clean and crisp, and the killing scenes looked extremely shocking.

Some had their heads crushed alive, some had their chests dented with a kick, and some even had their heads cut off in half with swords.

Han Su seemed to be doing this on purpose. What she wanted was to make these people scared.