Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

No wonder he dared to venture into Xuandao Mountain alone with the strength of a middle-stage Jindan, and no wonder he was not afraid at all when he saw them.

It turned out that the other party didn't take them seriously at all.

Killing the Black Moon Swordsman, who was ranked fifteenth on the Tianjiao List, was as easy as killing a chicken or a dog.

How powerful is this person?

He didn't know how strong the other party was, but he knew that if he didn't speed up, the next corpse to explode would be him!

However, the spiritual power in his body has been stimulated to the extreme, and his blood essence is burning madly without reservation, and his speed has already increased to the limit.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a black light flash before his eyes.

"laugh--"

I seemed to hear a slight sound in my ears, followed by a dizzying sensation.

In a blur, he seemed to see a very familiar headless corpse, staggering in the air and falling to the ground. The moment it hit the ground, it exploded into a ball of blood mist. Darkness came, and his last trace of consciousness also dissipated.

Jiang Han raised his hand, and three storage rings and several magic weapons flew into the air and hung in his palm.

Now was not the time to take a closer look, so after putting it away, he turned his head to look at the two figures still confronting each other.

The night sky fell into an eerie silence. The two people who should have been fighting the most fiercely, now looked at the figure with the lowest cultivation level in tacit understanding.

Wuyun's eyelids twitched slightly. They were supposed to be hunters, but in the blink of an eye, three of them were killed by the prey.

Those few black rays just now, carrying a cold murderous intent, were deeply imprinted in his eyes. The sharpness of their light even made him feel a chill down his spine.

Its power seemed to be no less than his.

The indifference and bloodthirstiness in the prey's eyes were like a sharp sword piercing his heart, causing him to tremble for no reason.

"Is this the middle stage of Jindan?"

He looked at the black light leaping from the opponent's sword tip again, and his mind was full of doubts.

The mentality that was like playing with prey when we first met was shattered by the long sword.

The faint smell of blood wafting from his nose made a hint of fear inexplicably well up in his eyes.

How could the other party be considered prey?

It seemed that he was the prey.

The desire to retreat surged out like a tide, making him unable to control his urge to escape from here.

But the person opposite him, who was also in the Nascent Soul stage, emitted a trace of energy that made his eyebrows sting, locking him tightly and making him dare not move at all.

It was not until this moment that he finally realized that he might have really hit a wall today.

Compared to his fear, the weapon spirit's expression at this moment was more expressive.

As expected, he was the one he had his eyes on. Killing someone was as easy as killing a chicken for him after reaching two small realms. The silk-like sword intent emanating from his body was extremely extraordinary even to him.

Not to mention that the other party is only at the Jindan level now. Not only is he extremely powerful, but he is also extremely murderous. Although he is a little timid, he will run away when he sees him.

But when he really drew his sword, the opponent didn't hesitate at all. He had no regrets and showed no mercy. Based on this point alone, this boy will definitely achieve great success in the future.

If he could wait until his immortal power was condensed and he ascended to become an immortal, he would surely turn the immortal world upside down.

Recognizing this boy as my master would not be considered a disgrace to my own identity.

But before that, he wanted to see where this boy's limit was.

He glanced at the frightened Nascent Soul early stage cultivator, raised his hand and slapped him away, and the direction was exactly where Jiang Han was.

"My friend, I'll leave this guy to you too!"

"Oh shit!" Wuyun exclaimed and hurriedly steadied himself.

Although this palm strike had no killing power, he only realized that he had been hit when the palm strike landed on his body. Before that, he was completely unaware of it.

This time he got slapped in the face, but if a sword stabbed him, would he be unaware of it?

My heart sank quickly to the bottom, and the dark clouds quietly retreated a few steps, moving further away from the middle-aged man.

He stood with his hands hanging down. Although he didn't know what the other party meant, he knew that if he didn't show some skills, he might not be able to escape.

The sound of the wind suddenly arose, whimpering rapidly, and then suddenly stopped after a moment.

A breath of wind swirled out from between his five fingers, and a green crystal fan appeared out of thin air and was held in his hand.

A patch of emerald green light appeared in the night sky, quickly gathering above his head and in the blink of an eye forming a giant blue roc bird a hundred feet in size.

Its sharp claws flashed with cold light, and it raised its head and let out a creepy and shrill cry. Two cold rays shot out of its eyes and pierced Jiang Han. Its huge wings that covered the sky and the sun were raised high, bringing up a huge storm.

Dozens of green tornadoes that stretched from the sky to the ground appeared out of nowhere, sweeping around and whistling in all directions. As soon as the rocks and trees came into contact with the tornadoes, they were torn to pieces in an instant.

A vast murderous intent spread out, and the huge pressure made Jiang Han look a little solemn.

This person is indeed a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. With such vast and extremely pure spiritual power, even if he holds an ordinary earth-grade magic weapon, he can still exert a power that is no weaker than that of a heaven-grade magic weapon.

"I don't mean to meddle in other people's business. Just let it go. I won't hold a grudge against you."

Wu Yun's calm voice was heard. Although there was no murderous intent in it, it made Jiang Han tighten his grip on the hilt of the sword.

The Yin Yang Sect had sent people to kill him many times. The feud between him and the Yin Yang Sect had long been irreconcilable. Now that he had finally captured a lone Nascent Soul, how could he let him go so easily?

What's more, he also wanted to try whether he could kill the Nascent Soul with his current strength.

After a moment of silence, Wu Yun showed a hint of impatience on his face:

"Don't you think that after killing three Jindan cultivators, you are qualified to fight me?"

He opened the crystal fan with a snap, and as it swayed, the wind around him became stronger, and the emerald green tornado seemed to grow larger again.

"Get out of the way. I'm in a hurry now and don't want to attack you. Don't make me say it a second time."

Just as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp chill on the back of his hand. He looked down and saw a black spot slowly spreading across the back of his hand.

"This is……"

His eyes suddenly focused, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. He looked up at the silent night sky.

At some point, wisps of black snowflakes began to float in the air.

Snowflakes fluttered down, and in a blink of an eye, they filled the entire sky and earth, drifting freely in the air under the blowing of hurricanes.

Waves of biting coldness that frightened him filled the air. Even under the hurricane, these chills did not dissipate at all. Instead, they surrounded him bit by bit.

Wu Yun's expression changed slightly, as if he sensed something. He withdrew his gaze from the snowflakes and suddenly turned to look at Jiang Han.

But when he saw everything around the other person clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank and his expression changed drastically.

Under the pitch-black night, countless black lights appeared above the other person's head. Even in the darkness, the black light still emitted extremely dark glows.

The opponent stood under the black light, like a thousand-year-old ice sword, emitting a chilling and sharp aura.